Lou's Gold (Larry Stylinson) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 41: I Don't Choose You

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Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The rhythmic beat of a pounding drum slammed in my ears. With my eyes closed, I could barely hear anything, I could only taste Louis before I felt his hands tickle over mine, guiding my body closer to his.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, my fingertips buzzing from the familiar sensation of his soft flesh as they reached under the hem of his shirt. His eager hips bucked forward, legs parting to sit flush between mine.

His body is so perfect for mine.

I felt his teeth graze my bottom lip and looked at him through lidded eyes, smirk forming on whatever part of my mouth I could still control. His teeth sank harder into my lip and I failed to suppress a moan.

"I definitely need to hear more of that," he mumbled through a mouthful. He released my lip only to reconnect his hot tongue on my jawline.

"Mmm, baby." I felt myself harden at the open-mouthed kisses down my neck,

Only to have it all stop as I felt Louis hesitate.

If I hadn't been paying attention, I would've missed it. I would've missed his slight pullback and the quick tensing of his shoulders. Then he tried to play it off by nuzzling his nose to my chest.

No. We're not doing this shit where we hide our feelings from each other. Not ever again.

I brought my palm to his cheek tenderly, bringing his gaze to mine. His broken blue eyes struggled to hold mine. "This," I tilted my head to gesture to the hickey, "is the last time anybody else's lips touch my body."

He bit his lip, but nodded. "It just sucks that it happened. All because I couldn't find a way to tell you I wanted you to be mine."

I joined my lips to his, "My lips belong to you," I kissed him again, "Nobody else." Another kiss. "That's the way I want to keep it."

"Sounds good to me," he looked at my lips and shot me a flirty look. "What else is mine?"

I stood from my spot at the foot of the bed to get a better spot by the headboard. It was at that time that I realized I'm still in nothing but a towel.

Not that I thought for a second that Louis minded, his lust clouded gaze followed me around the bed.

Just as I pulled the comforter back to sit down, something caught my eye sticking out under one of the pillows.

I looked at Louis. "Is that my fucking journal?"

He was already looking at the book, grinning like an idiot. "Shit."

"Get your ass over here."

He hopped on his knees along the bed to climb up by me. I tossed the journal on my nightstand and sat next to him, spreading my arm so he could tuck himself underneath and lay on my chest while I sat up.

"I suppose there's much worse things you could've stumbled upon."

There it is again. The subtle tensing.

"Unless...you did find something worse."

Louis sat up, a blush creeping up his neck. "I did find something else."

It's okay, I doubt he found-

"I found your dildo."

Fuck!

I felt my face heat from embarrassment. "Which one?"

"You have more than one?!" His shocked response came with a cackle of laughter. As I began to relax, he asked, "Do they all look like my dick?"