Chapter 18
FELIX
Felix groaned with pleasure. He’d never felt so full as Ryder pushed his monumental cock further into him. Even spending the last week being impaled by the beast on the daily, it still took some getting used to.
Ryder was always patient with Felix, but once he was fully relaxed and told his boyfriend to let go, he experienced pleasure like nothing else.
His boyfriend? Yes, Ryder Quinn was his boyfriend.
This had been the craziest month of his life, but he wouldn’t change anything.
They wouldn’t be here now if the start of their relationship hadn’t tested them so much.
“Are you ready, baby?” asked Ryder.
Felix was on his stomach. He had the weight of Ryder’s muscular body on top of him, pressing him into the mattress. He loved the sensation of being completely owned by this man.
“Go for it,” he said with a smile.
“Remember to be quiet,” he said, as he pulled his cock almost the entire way out and slammed back into him.
The fucker! It was Christmas morning, and Ryder’s mother was staying with them. The last thing Felix wanted was for her to hear him getting his ass pounded, but having a ten-inch dick hammering your prostate was not something you could be quiet about.
He buried his face into the pillow as Ryder fucked him.
It was hard to even speak when Ryder completely let go, giving Felix everything he needed.
His whole body pulsed with pleasure. It was like a wave of constant pre-orgasm bliss.
That moment before your release came. Ryder had the skill of holding Felix there for as long as he wanted.
All he could do was groan into the pillow, hoping he couldn’t be heard.
There was no way he could be mute when he was being impaled on what was effectively a tree trunk.
Ryder had gripped Felix under the shoulders so he could snap his hips harder. The line of pleasure and pain were blurred as he felt like he was going to split in two and melt into the mattress at the same time.
“I love you so much,” said Ryder in his ear.
That was enough for Felix, as shockwaves of pleasure ricocheted through his entire body when his orgasm hit. There was something different about a prostate orgasm. You felt it in every nerve ending of the body.
“I’m close, baby,” he said, as his thrusts became more erratic.
It only took a few more pumps of his hips before he pushed in deeper, and Felix could feel his cock pulse inside him, his warm cum filling him up.
They’d both been tested in the last week, and having no barrier between them was an amazing feeling.
The first time, Ryder had shot his load in less than thirty seconds, which he’d been embarrassed about, but Felix had felt like he wanted to puff out his feathers like a peacock.
Surely, he should get a certificate for that or something.
Ryder hadn’t appreciated the joke, and had then edged Felix for two hours later that night, using his mouth everywhere and denying Felix his release.
It had felt amazing when it came—pun intended!
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas!”
Ryder eased himself out, and it was impossible not to wince given the size of it.
He rolled off, and Felix watched as Ryder went into the bathroom, coming back with a cloth to clean him up.
He could already feel Ryder’s seed trickling out.
It had been a strange sensation the first time, but now he loved it.
Once Ryder had cleaned them up, they cuddled for a while before sharing a shower, where Ryder pulled another orgasm out of him by licking his cum out of Felix’s hole.
He then came all over Felix’s face. They couldn’t get enough of each other, but today was Christmas and they couldn’t just spend the day in bed together; they had guests to entertain.
Christmas dinner was a noisy affair. Mama Quinn had made an amazing meal for everyone.
Laura had joined them, along with Deacon, Hunter, Mason, and Zeb.
Ryder had told Felix about the whole saga with Mason and Zeb, and it was clear the younger man was crushing hard on his grumpy boss.
It was clearly reciprocated, as Mason never took his eyes off Zeb.
Mama Quinn was a slight woman, only five feet tall, yet her personality was bigger than Ryder’s, and she’d been nothing but welcoming to Felix.
She’d accompanied them for their carriage ride around Central Park a couple of days ago.
Ryder had still wanted to do it, and Felix had insisted they bring his mama along, which had made him tearful.
Felix loved what a big softie he was, and how he was showing more of that side of himself.
They were tucking into a delicious chocolate cake for dessert when there was a knock at the door. Ryder frowned, but excused himself to answer it, and a minute later he reappeared with a drunk Ethan.
The usually put-together finance guy looked a mess, as he wished everyone a Merry Christmas and poured himself another drink.
He’d not joined them today, as he had other plans.
Ryder had shared that Ethan had a secret boyfriend he didn’t want his friends to know about.
He wouldn’t share any more than that, saying it wasn’t his secret to tell.
“Are you okay, Ethan?” asked Deacon.
“He left me.”
“Who?”
“Who do you think? Murray.”
Felix heard Ryder suck in a breath. Deacon looked momentarily confused. Mason’s eyes widened.
“You’re not talking about Murray Simmons, are you?”
“What?” said Deacon. “No way. You and Simmons?”
“It doesn’t matter now. It’s over,” said Ethan.
Felix’s heart broke for him. He looked so sad, but was oblivious to the chill that ran through the room.
Hunter and Zeb were exchanging uncomfortable glances with each other.
Who was this Murray guy? It was clear everyone at the table had heard of him, expect for Mama Quinn and Laura, who were tucking into their chocolate cake and watching with interest.
“You were fucking Murray Simmons?” snapped Mason.
“Mason!” said Ryder.
“Sorry, I mean Lieutenant Murray Simmons.”
Okay, so Ethan was screwing a cop. Why did it feel like he’d just danced with the devil? This wasn’t a mafia family or anything, so what was their beef with the cops, or this one in particular?
“I love him,” said Ethan, getting tearful.
“How the fuck could you even go anywhere near that asshole?” said Mason.
“Can you watch your language in front of Mama?” said Ryder.
“I’ve heard far worse out of your mouth, son,” she said, waving him off.
Felix couldn’t help but snort. Ryder glared at him, but there was no heat in it.
“You can talk, Mason. Pining for Zeb for months and too chickenshit to do anything about it. You even had to make a bet with Ryder, so you’d be forced to spend time with him.
Well, looks like Ryder’s won. If he keeps Felix until New Year’s Eve, you have to go to your cabin with Zeb for a dirty weekend.
Maybe then you’ll pull your head out of your ass. ”
Felix felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. He was part of a bet? Ryder was with him because of a bet? He was struggling to breathe. Was the whole thing a joke? Was any of it real, and if it was, had Ryder only shown interest in him at first to win a bet?
“Are you done now, Ethan?” asked Ryder, the anger in his voice clear.
Felix had to get out of here. He needed time to think. Catching eyes with Laura, she had a concerned look on her face, but shook her head. The message was simple. He needed to stay put and hear Ryder out. There could be some perfectly innocent explanation.
“Felix, remember what we promised each other?” said Ryder.
He nodded, trying not to get choked up. They promised to always talk to each other and make no assumptions, but that was hard to do in practice when all he wanted to do was run.
“Wait until Sebastian and Max hear about your betrayal,” said Mason.
“And wait until you find out Zeb’s already moved on without you,” Ethan snapped back.
All eyes landed on Zeb, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here.
“What’s he saying, Zeb?” asked Mason, his voice softer.
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t keep waiting forever.”
He stood up and rushed out before Mason could respond. Hunter went after him. Those two had known each other since they’d lived on the streets, and were inseparable given what they’d both been through.
Mason lunged at Ethan and grabbed him by the throat, but Ryder was between them in seconds, pulling them apart. Deacon grabbed Mason and pulled him away. Felix wasn’t sure what to do. Laura and Mama Quinn were still eating their cake and watching the drama unfold like it was a movie.
Felix couldn’t get out of his head about what this all meant.
What was the bet about, and when were they going to talk?
With things kicking off, it could be ages, and Felix was spiraling.
He was aware of how selfish he was being, but he couldn’t stop the horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wouldn’t like Ryder’s explanation.
“Mason, you need to go home, and do not contact Zeb until tomorrow,” said Ryder.
“I’m not leaving him out there.”
“Hunter’s with him,” said Deacon. “I’ll get this one home as well.” He pointed at Ethan, who’d started crying. “We’ll drop you off first, Mason.”
“I’d rather not be anywhere near him right now.” He shrugged Deacon off and walked out. A few seconds later, they heard the front door close.
“I’ll pack some cake away for you all to pick up later,” said Mama Quinn. “You get that boy home and make sure he’s okay.”
“Thanks,” said Deacon. “Come on, you, let’s get you home.”
They walked out, leaving Ryder, Felix, Laura, and Mama Quinn.
Just a few minutes ago, the apartment had been a buzz of holiday energy, with everyone enjoying themselves, but that mood had been killed.
Felix understood Ethan was hurting, but had he needed to come here and cause so much drama?
Though if he hadn’t come, would Felix ever have known about the bet? He couldn’t leave it any longer.
“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom,” he said, walking away before Ryder could say anything.
It was five minutes of him sitting down, pacing, then sitting back down, before Ryder walked in. He looked apprehensive.
“Please, can you just listen to me first?”
Felix nodded. Ryder kneeled in front of him and took his hands.
“If I’m completely honest, I’d forgotten about the bet.
That’s how insignificant it was. And I was being pigheaded.
I knew I liked you more than just wanting to get you into bed, but I didn’t want to admit it to anyone.
Mason said I wouldn’t be able to maintain interest in someone until the end of December. ”
Felix wanted to ask so many questions, but he’d promised to let Ryder finish.
“I know now that he was trying to push me. He knew I liked you more than I was letting on, and it wasn’t just because you fixed my broken dick.”
Felix snorted. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I’d been having some problems down there, and I thought it might be a prostate thing.”
Felix sucked in a breath.
“It’s all fine. Nothing medical. All in the head. But whenever I was near you, I was hard all the time. I think my heart was trying to tell me something.”
Felix smiled. It was kind of sweet, in the unique Ryder Quinn way.
“What was your prize?”
“Mason had to take Zeb away for a weekend at his cabin upstate.”
“How is that a prize for you?”
“I didn’t want a prize. I didn’t even want to make the bet, but I can never turn down a challenge. Mason knows me too well.”
“What does he get if we’re not together on New Year’s Eve?”
“What are you saying?” he asked, with panic in his voice.
Felix couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Don’t do that to me. I know you’re pissed with me, but I honestly didn’t even remember doing it.”
“What was Mason’s prize?”
“I had to take his place at the Valentine’s Day bachelor auction. It involves being sold off to the richest cougar, who paws you all night and tries to get into your pants.”
“Well, I think as your punishment, you should still do the charity auction.”
Ryder’s eyes widened in horror. Felix cracked up laughing.
“You fucker. I thought you were being serious.”
“I am being serious. But you need to make sure those grannies keep their hands to themselves.”
“Please, baby,” he said, nuzzling into Felix’s neck. “Let me make it up to you another way.”
“We could just not have sex for a month.”
“I’ll do the auction,” he said without hesitation.
“Okay, just a week,” said Felix, chuckling.
“I said I’d do the auction.”
He pushed Felix back onto the bed, looming over him and stealing a kiss. He brushed their hips together, showing Felix how hard he was.
“Where’s your mama and Laura?”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
Felix laughed.
“They’re cleaning up.”
“What? She cooked. You can’t expect her to clean as well.”
“She offered. Told me I needed to get my ass in here and make it right. Did I? Make it right?”
“I love you.”
Ryder kissed him again. “I love you too,” he mumbled against his lips.
Their lips met again, and this kiss deepened.
As long as they were always open and honest with each other, and were willing to listen, they’d be okay.
As long as Ryder remained in the public eye, their lives would always be crazy, but Felix wouldn’t give this man up for anything.
If it hadn’t been for a series of events such as crazy ex-boyfriends, a wager, and the social media cancel mob, they wouldn’t be here now.
It had been less than a month, but Felix knew Ryder Quinn was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.