Luck of the Irish by Cindy Sutherland Read Free Book Online Page B

draining. He had an idea Cian wouldn’t be opposed to a physical relationship, but that wasn’t how Quinn worked. He wasn’t the kind of guy who could screw around without any emotional attachment.
And the biggest problem for Quinn was that he was getting attached. He had never met anyone like Cian, who was so confident in himself, so sure. It was attractive, and it drew Quinn like no one he had ever encountered before.
    With David, he had been so flattered, so amazed that someone as confident and good-looking could want him. But the kind of confidence David possessed turned out to be cruel. Quinn didn’t think Cian was capable of that kind of hurtfulness.
    He sighed and turned off the water, grabbed a towel from the rack, and dried himself quickly. He pulled on boxers and a T-shirt, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
    The room was darker, but there was enough light that he could pad to the bed and climb in. He looked over at the couch and watched as Cian sat up and stretched, his tired eyes blinking adorably.
    “Feel better, Quinn?”
“Yeah, thanks. You going for a shower?”
“Think I’d better, and then I’ve got to get some sleep.”
    He walked over and opened the closet door. After pulling out a couple of blankets and a pillow, he put them down on the couch, grabbed his shaving kit, and headed for the bathroom.
    Quinn tried hard not to think of Cian naked on the other side of the door. He rolled onto his side and shut his eyes, trying to force himself to sleep. He was so tired after their long day, but sleep just wouldn’t come.
After a bit, he heard the shower stop, and he found himself watching the bathroom door. What he saw when it opened took his breath away.
     
Cian was damp, towel wrapped around his waist, a sheepish look on his face as he made his way to his duffel.
     
“Forgot my clothes. Sorry.” With that, he turned and went back into the bathroom and, much to Quinn’s disappointment, shut the door.
     
Quinn was almost panting. He had never seen anything more beautiful than Cian like that. Oh God, this was going to be impossible.
    When Cian came out, he had on a pair of well-worn sleep pants and nothing else. He went over to the couch and made it up, then slid down underneath the blanket, his feet hanging slightly over the edge. Quinn could see that Cian wasn’t going to get a lot of sleep on that too-short couch.
    “Night, Quinn.” Cian’s voice was quiet.
“Night.” Quinn took a deep breath. “Cian?”
“Yeah?”
“You could sleep here if you wanted. I mean, on the bed. It’s ridiculously huge, and I think we could share.” It was a king-size bed.
     
“It’s okay, you don’t have to—”
     
“Really, I insist. That couch is too short for you, and you’re going to be really sore in the morning. You should just sleep here.”
     
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IAN took a deep breath and got up off the couch. He walked over to the bed, looking at Quinn with concern and tenderness in his eyes. “Are you sure, Quinn?” “Yeah. I mean, it’s just sleeping, right? And I trust you.”
    That hit Cian right in the heart. He smiled down at the beautiful man in the bed before climbing in. He settled on his side, facing Quinn, making sure to leave space between them. He had no intention of pushing Quinn somewhere he wasn’t ready to go. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” A lock of hair had fallen over Quinn’s eyes, and Cian reached out and tucked it back without thinking. Quinn blushed but didn’t object.
    “It’s okay. It just seemed silly for you to be so uncomfortable when you didn’t have to be.” Cian’s hand rested on the bed between them, and Quinn moved his so that he could lay it on top of Cian’s.
“I like you, Cian. You make me smile.” Cian suspected that the beer was loosening Quinn’s tongue, but he really didn’t care.
     
“I like you too. I’m really glad you came to Ireland.” He pulled Quinn’s hand to his lips and gently kissed his fingers before moving it back.
    “We