Paul shook his head. “I hate that you have to sell your sweet ride, ’mano. ”
“It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except us staying together.” Laurent kissed him again and sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Paul stroked a hand through his soft black hair and looked at the man in his arms anxiously.
“I was just wishing that we could leave tonight. That we could get in the car and drive and never look back. But I fear that will be impossible.”
“Yeah.” Paul nodded regretfully. “I have some loose ends to tie up. I need to talk to Angel—need to let him know I’m going even if I don’t tell him why.”
“Will he understand?” Laurent frowned anxiously.
Paul shrugged. “Who knows? But he’ll come closer than the rest of the pack. I don’t give a flying fuck for any of the rest of them but Angel…he’s been my best friend since fifth grade. I owe it to him to say something. And even more than him I have to talk to Lucia—my stepmom.”
“She is not very happy about our relationship, is she?” Laurent gave him a penetrating look.
“No, she’s not. She’s afraid for me the same way Nana is for you.” Paul pulled Laurent in for a brief kiss and then gave him a long, considering look. “But I think…I hope if she meets you she’ll understand. Would you be willing to talk to her?”
“I would be honored to meet one so dear to your heart. I hope that she will see I have only love for you after we speak. But what of your father?”
Paul shook his head. “I think it’ll be better to just let Lucia tell him I decided to move out of town to try and make it on my own. Letting him know I was…uh, with another guy would probably give him a heart attack or some shit like that.”
Laurent frowned. “Unfortunately, I think my own parents’ reaction will be even more extreme. However, I must go back and tell them. I will have to formally renounce any claim I have to my father’s title, lands and wealth as well as my family name.”
“Dios. You have to do all that?” “Yes. I must make it clear to them there is no possible way they can persuade me or we will never be free of them. My father will hunt us to the ends of the Earth unless I do so.”
“And I thought my old man was bad. Dios.” Paul shook his head. “Okay, so we go back, tell everyone we’re leaving and then turn right back around and hit the road.
Does that sound about right?”
“It does.” Laurent put his head back on Paul’s shoulder. “I wish we need not go back at all.”
“Yeah, I know, babe. But we have to.”
“Then I wish our obligations were already fulfilled and we were driving west with the wind in our hair and your hand on my thigh.”
Paul couldn’t help smiling. “Sounds nice.”
“More than nice.” Laurent nuzzled his throat, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive spot just under his ear. “Make love to me, Paul. I need you inside me.”
The hot words coupled with the feel of Laurent’s hot mouth against his throat was enough to have Paul hard and throbbing behind the fly of his jeans. “You got it, babe,”
he growled and pushed Laurent to the floor…
*
Looking back on it afterward, Laurent thought it was the most passionate sex they had ever had.
Paul had never been so tender with him. Usually when they made love there was an urgency, a need to satisfy the hungry fire that burned so brightly in both of them—in the were especially who had been deprived of a man’s touch for so long. But this time Paul took his time, kissing Laurent everywhere, worshiping his body with his mouth and tongue until Laurent thought he would explode. Every time he tried to kiss or touch Paul back, his wolf shook his head and murmured, “No, let me do this. Just relax and enjoy yourself, babe.”
Laurent understood that it was his lover’s way of apologizing, of trying to make right the hurt he had caused when he had tried to break their bond. And it was also Paul’s way of showing what he could not say—that he loved Laurent with all his heart.
At last Paul spread his legs and fit the head of his cock to Laurent’s entrance. “So fucking hot,” he whispered hoarsely as he slid in deep, making Laurent moan and arch his back. “So tight. And all for me. You’re mine, Laurent. Mine. ”
“And I will be forever.” Laurent’s breath caught in his throat as the head of Paul’s thick cock bumped over the spot inside him that sent sparks of pleasure shooting down his spine. “Ah mon amour, I love to feel you inside me!”
“And I fucking love to be there.” Paul’s voice was a possessive growl. “Stay with me, Laurent. I’m gonna try to make this last awhile. Want to be inside you as long as I can.” “Do whatever you wish, I am yours.” Laurent meant the words with all his heart.