Chapter 19 #2
“We’re big on holidays. I’ve spent a few not at home—riding in Hawaii, injured, what-have-you, but Roper’s always been there.”
“Where will Roper be for Thanksgiving? We can go there.” That was a simple answer.
“Home with the folks, probably.” Ryder rolled his eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know. Let me ask. Later. That’s all complicated, always. I want to introduce you to the family, but do you really want to meet them all at once?”
“I want you to have the holidays you want. If that’s with them, then that’s what I want to do. I don’t have any family, but you do.”
“Okay.” Ryder seemed to tense. “I’ll work it out.”
Perhaps that wasn’t the right idea. “Or we could go away.”
“Where? Do people…go away for Thanksgiving? Is that even possible?”
“Sure. An all-inclusive resort somewhere snowy or a beach in Mexico. Anywhere we want.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “We’re adults.”
“I—Do you want to?” Ryder looked at him, eyes wide.
An all-inclusive resort with his lover sounded like the perfect Thanksgiving to him. “I think it sounds great. Do you?”
“I do. I mean, just you and me, no fights, no cooking, no washing up. Just us, together…”
“A snowy resort maybe. You and I basking in our food coma in front of a roaring fireplace.” The more they talked about it the better it sounded. “Or the pool. I don’t care. You pick.”
Ryder’s eyes lit up. “Oh, snow. Please. I would love that.”
“I will find us a snowy Thanksgiving. We’ll have turkey and a great view and a warm fire.” They’d have to go north or west for snow. Buffalo, Denver, Jackson Hole—he would do some research.
“I can’t believe this. I can’t believe it’s possible to just…do this. Celebrate somewhere else.”
He laughed gently. “Ryder, we can do anything we want. It will be fun.” It would be easy and relaxing, and it was nothing like what he and Tad used to do, which was perfect.
This was something different, just for them.
“We’ll stay stateside for Thanksgiving since it’s coming up soon, but maybe we’ll go to Europe for Christmas.
I’ve heard wonderful things about the Christmas markets in Germany. Berlin. Hamburg, I think. Dresden.”
“I have a passport, and I know how to use it.” Ryder rubbed their noses together. “I am a go-baby.”
“Then we’re going to go, cowboy.” He could take Ryder anywhere. But right now, all he wanted to do was stay right here.
“Wow. I love the idea. You. Me. Together. Celebrating.”
“I think we should start right now.” He caught Ryder, hauling him up onto his chest. “Kiss me.”
“Oh, yes Sir.” Ryder framed his face, diving in to offer him a long, slow, lazy burning kiss.
He held on, pinning Ryder to his chest with one arm and returned the kiss, perfectly happy to go up in flames.
He could feel his lover—his boy—getting hard against him, Ryder’s hips beginning to rock almost immediately.
“Feeling better?” Charles certainly was. He was warm and aroused, a little high on the idea that he had that effect on someone like Ryder. He tugged at Ryder’s T-shirt, wiggling it over that silver-haired head.
“Yes, Sir. I like a little afternoon delight with you. It feels naughty.”
“It does a little bit, doesn’t it?” He rolled up, lifting Ryder with his hips. “Sweats off?”
“Mmhmm…” Ryder reached and eased his sweats down and off his needy cock.
He slid his hands up Ryder’s sides, fingers gliding over muscle unlike anything he’d ever handled before.
“Feels good, lover. You have warm hands, I swear to God.” Ryder wiggled in his hands.
“You have beautiful skin.” It was smooth and darker than his. Ryder had a fair amount of scars though, some of them rather intense-looking. He’d never thought to ask about them, but perhaps he would later as pillow talk.
“No one’s ever said that to me before…” Ryder stole another hard kiss. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. The truth comes easy around you.” He pushed at the waistband of Ryder’s sweats, and the elastic caught around his lover’s cock, the hard flesh bouncing up and slapping against Ryder’s flat belly. The fleeting cross-eyed look on the boy’s face made him grin. “Terribly sorry.”
“Uh-huh.” Ryder’s husky laugh made his smile wider. “You are so mean to my poor prick.”
“No, I’m not. It’s my favorite thing.” He circled his fingers around it. “I’ll make it feel better.”
“Yes, Sir. I believe you will.” Ryder pushed right into his touch.
He lifted a foot and pushed Ryder’s sweats all the way down and Ryder wiggled them over his feet, which would have been cute except that it rocked their hips together in a way that made him groan.
He’d wanted Tad every day they were together. He didn’t always get what he wanted. Tad had always been flirty but not always as sexual as he was. He didn’t know what he’d do if Ryder didn’t want as much as he did, since he could hardly keep his hands off the boy.
It didn’t seem to be an issue. Ryder was eager for him, watched him with hunger, and let him know it. He reached down and pulled one of Ryder’s knees up so the cowboy was straddling his hips, then leaned up for another kiss.
Ryder’s core strength stunned him, as he leaned down without using Charles’s hands to hold him up.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered against Ryder’s lips before they kissed. Their connection was always strong, often hungry, and this was no exception.
When their lips parted, Ryder moaned. “I’m all yours. Every inch.”
“I want you. All of that.” He reached for the lube, which was never hard for him to find, and poured the cool liquid on his fingers. “Scooch up so I can reach you.” His voice was so gravelly it sounded like he was half wild animal.
Ryder beamed at him, kneeling up tall, offering him that hard, tight little body, cock bobbing like a flagpole.
He tucked his hand under those heavy balls and found Ryder’s hot little hole waiting for him. He circled the boy’s cock with his other hand and worked it slowly, just enough to give Ryder too much to think about.
Ryder’s lips parted, and his head fell back, exposing the long column of his throat.
“Beautiful.” He pushed his slippery fingers inside his boy and worked them around, making sure Ryder was going to be ready to ride.
Ryder moved unlike anyone he’d ever seen, rocking and sliding, taking his fingers in, again and again. Watching was making him ache, and he didn’t want to wait.
He withdrew his fingers, and the next time Ryder rocked, he replaced them with his prick.
Ryder arched, the sweetest long groan filling the air as a dark flush climbed his belly. “Oh, damn… You’re everywhere.”
He swallowed, trying to find his voice. “You feel like heaven.”
“I do.” Ryder settled on him, taking him to the root.
He groaned and rested his hands on Ryder’s thighs as his cowboy started to move, his gaze roaming over every muscle, every bit of Ryder’s skin.
“Love how you fill me up. Need you.”
“I’m right here. You can have everything you need.”
Ryder smiled at him, hands dragging up and down his body, teasing both of them.
“A month ago, you’d have rushed this, you know.” He winked at Ryder, teasing right back.
“A month ago, I was convinced I had to. This is better.”
“So much better.” Ryder did…something—moved in some way that sent fire up his spine and made it hard to get a deep breath. “So good.”
“Uh-huh. Don’t stop. Please. I’m aching.”
Charles had no intention of stopping. He worked Ryder’s cock through his hand and they rocked together, giving him everything he needed to spiral higher.
Every stroke made Ryder’s eyes cross, and that sweet ass clenched around him.
He watched Ryder’s face. It was so expressive, and he loved to see Ryder’s pleasure and desire. He also loved to see Ryder shoot, and he worked that pretty cock, teasing his thumb across the swollen head over and over.
“M-mister Charlie. Love. So fucking close.” Ryder’s eyes rolled back in his head.
He knew. He knew what every grimace meant, every twitch of that sweet body around his cock. Ryder knew what he liked too, and he liked it when his cowboy came first. “Beautiful boy.”
“Yours.” Ryder stared into him, his eyes so intense, so very hungry for him.
He stared right back, not shying away from the intimacy at all. He and Ryder shared every truth now, including this one. Especially this one. “Mine. Come for me, beautiful cowboy.”
“Yes, Sir. Anything for you.” Ryder moaned, hot seed pouring over his fingers.
He grunted as Ryder’s body vibrated around his cock.
Jesus, he fucking loved that. He rolled up, fingers holding on to Ryder’s hips and rocked under his boy, sweet friction and heat pushing him right to the edge.
He fought for a second to hold himself there because it felt so damn good, but it was a losing battle and just a couple of hard thrusts later, he was lost, shooting hard and diving off that cliff after his boy.
Ryder let him ride his pleasure out, moving in the tiniest hip rolls to keep the aftershocks going. His cowboy was determined to drive him out of his mind.
He shivered, letting Ryder send him wherever the boy wanted to. “I can’t resist you. It’s terrible and wonderful.”
“You don’t have to.” Ryder rested against him. “I didn’t come here to fall in love, but I did.”
“I don’t know. Perhaps that is precisely why you came here. It was just what we both needed, at just the right moment, which is hard to consider complete happenstance.” His mother used to tell him that everything happened for a reason.
“Yes. I like to believe this means something. You mean a lot to me.” Ryder stroked his chest, the touch languid.
He caught those fingers and kissed them.
“Ryder, you are the most important person in my life. When you have something you’re dealing with, I’m here to lean on, to give advice if you want it or just listen if you don’t.
You’re never, ever a burden, so please, come to me when you’re overwhelmed, and we’ll work through it. Just…give it to me. I’m here for you.”
“Yeah? That sounds…wonderful and hard at the same time.” Ryder chewed on his bottom lip. “I’m so used to having Roper all the time, but—I don’t know, Mister Charlie. I feel… I don’t know. Maybe I should just shut up.”
He hugged Ryder closer and chuckled. “Didn’t I just tell you to talk more?”
“Yes, Sir. You sure did. I love this—it feels special, to be in bed in the daylight, you know?”
“Decadent. A little naughty? I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.”
Ryder beamed at him. “Me either. God knows, this is the second most fun I’ve had in this bed today.”
He laughed loud. Possibly the loudest he ever had in bed. “Me too. Maybe we will make tonight our third.”
“God, I hope so, lover. I sure do hope so.”