Chapter 34

Bolts of pleasure washed over Rory. Then, unable to restrain himself any longer, he came—only vaguely aware when Lou did, soon after.

“Damn, and double damn,” Lou groaned, collapsing on Rory’s back, his body shaking from his orgasm.

Rory could barely nod in reply as he released his grip on the headboard, dropping them both onto the bed. “I…concur,” he finally managed to say.

“Concur?” Lou chuckled.

“It means—”

“Damn it, Rory, I know what it means.” Lou kissed the nape of Rory’s neck then pulled out and slid off Rory so he could wrap him in a loving embrace. “To agree. To be in accord.”

“Smart ass,” Rory grumbled before kissing him.

The kiss deepened for a long moment, before Lou said with a laugh, “You, my man, are a sticky mess.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Ours?”

“I suppose I’ll accept part of the blame.”