because we’ll be happy. And no one will be there to stop us, not my Father, not Annamarie, not the meddling dowagers trying to play matchmaker. It will just be us.”
Blake let out a breath, then sucked it in hard, as Niall shifted out of his bed. Blake only had time to turn his head, eyes going wide as Niall stepped out of his pajama bottoms. A moment later, Niall slipped into Blake’s bed, settling on top of Blake and nudging his knees apart in order to bring them into blazingly intimate contact.
“You know why else you would make the perfect wife?” Niall asked, his voice rich with desire as he brought his mouth to within an inch of Blake’s. “Because you are a sentimental fool. And, if memory serves, you strongly prefer to be on the receiving end of things.”
Blake let out a vocal sigh, sliding his hands along Niall’s naked sides and digging his fingertips into his flesh before saying, “God, do I ever.”
He arched up to kiss Niall, but the movement proved superfluous as Niall bore down on him, kissing the air right out of his lungs. He was commanding and passionate, and within seconds, Blake felt like putty in Niall’s hands. Their tongues explored each other, and Blake raked his hands through Niall’s hair. He’d waited so long for that moment that it came as a surprise that he’d finally reached it.
“I tried so hard to stop loving you,” Niall confessed between kisses, fumbling with the buttons of Blake’s pajamas until he could push the front aside to stroke his chest and stomach. His hands dipped lower, shoving his pajama bottoms down and reaching to cup his balls and tease his prick with a touch that was far too light for what Blake wanted. “I couldn’t do it,” Niall went on, kissing Blake’s lips, his neck, and his shoulder. “As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t get you out of my heart.”
“Neither could I,” Blake panted, wriggling under Niall in an attempt to get his pajama bottoms off. He throbbed with need, wanting to feel every inch of Niall’s body with every inch of his. An impassioned groan escaped from him when Niall licked, then sucked one of his nipples. Only a slight bump from the room on the other side of the wall stopped him from crying out even louder when Niall closed his hand over his cock to stroke him.
Niall froze at the bump, holding his breath for a moment. They panted, bodies taut with lust and touching in so many places, listening for clues as to whether whoever was in the next room suspected what the two of them were doing. Chances were whoever it was didn’t have the first clue who was in the room next to them, but caution was warranted all the same.
“Stay quiet,” Niall whispered as he resumed stroking Blake’s prick.
Blake laughed aloud in response. “You expect me not to make a sound as you have your way with me?”
Niall paused, lifting himself up enough to grin saucily down at Blake. “You never were any good at keeping quiet.”
Blake brushed Niall’s sides, circling his hands around to grab Niall’s backside and tug him down until their erections rubbed against each other. “If I had it my way, I’d scream.”
A tremor shot through Niall’s body. With a hungry grunt, he bent down to kiss Blake again, ravishing his mouth as though it were a prize in battle. Blake groaned as loud as he dared in response, digging his fingertips into Niall’s arse and spreading him. When Niall made a sound of appreciation, Blake slipped a finger along his cleft, fingering his hole.
Niall swallowed a cry and pushed himself above Blake again. “Do you want this to be over before we’ve truly gotten started?” he demanded, pretending to be angry, though Blake could see the heat in his eyes.
“No.” Blake shook his head, laughing. “I want it to last all night. I don’t care how tired we are. I’ve waited ten years for you to fuck me again.”
Niall arched an eyebrow. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not ripping into your arse the way I did that last time again.”
Blake couldn’t stop smiling or laughing, even though it must have had him looking like a lunatic. “Lucky for you, I came prepared.” He nodded to his suitcase.
Niall’s eyes flared with surprise and lust. “You didn’t,” he hissed, climbing off of Blake and out of bed. He threw open Blake’s suitcase.
“In