Chapter Seventeen
Wes
While everyone around him at the annual NOLA
evening thinking about Ryker. He needed to hear his voice again.
Faking a headache, Wes excused himself from the festivities just
after midnight and grabbed a rideshare back to the Willow
Hotel.
Wes threw off his jacket and undid his tie.
He sat down on the bed, unbuttoned his shirt, and unzipped his
pants, making himself comfortable. He debated calling Ryker
back—would he wake him? He opted to text instead.
Wes: R u up?
Ryker: I am now.
Wes: Shit, sorry. Go back to
sleep
Ryker: Nah, kidding. I drifted off for a
few hours and woke up ten minutes ago.
Wes: Can I call?
Ryker: FaceTime.
Ryker’s tired but beautiful face popped into
view on the screen. He was lying on his bed. The bed they had
ruined together all night long. Touching, tasting, so much
pleasure.
“What are you thinking?” Ryker asked, his
voice gravelly and low.
“Honestly? I’m thinking about every single
dirty thing we did in your bed. And your face when you came apart
the last time. Jesus, Ry.” Wes sighed. “We were supposed to get it
all out of our system. Instead, I feel like I just got a small
taste and I’m starving for more.” Wes reached down with one hand to
rub himself, needing some friction to ease the pain of his hard
cock.
“Are you touching yourself?” Ryker asked,
his sheets rustling in the background. Wes remembered the smell of
those sheets the morning he left—spicy and earthy, a perfect
combination of the two of them that had driven Wes out of his
mind.
“Yes. I can’t help it. My cock only seems to
respond to one stimulus lately, and that’s you,” Wes said, watching
Ryker’s face for his reaction. Fuck holding back. It was the truth.
He wanted Ryker. Again. Only. Whatever this feeling between them
was, it hadn’t burned itself out. Not yet.
Wes shoved his hand down his pants and
swiped the pre-cum over the tip of his erection.
“I’m glad you’re having the same problem,”
Ryker said. “But I saw the pictures from your event in Atlanta,
dancing and having dinner with several hot guys. You’re not short
on company.”
“You mean Ashton and Chase? Hah!” Wes barked
out a laugh. “They’re hot for each other, not me.” Wes’s face grew
serious again. “And it was just a dance, nothing more. You’re the
only one I fucking want.”
“Good. I feel the same way.” Ryker’s face
flushed at his admission.
“What about Javier?” Wes asked.
Ryker’s intense blue eyes stared back at
him. “No. I told you I wasn’t interested in him.” He paused. “It’s
you I think about. One night together wasn’t nearly enough. And
just so you know, the next time you’re in my bed, I’m going to
slide my aching cock in your tight ass and make you mine. I’m going
to fuck the cum out of you until you scream my name.”
Wes’s body jolted at that mental image.
“Fuck, Ry, you have a dirty mouth.”
“You’re welcome. I can say it again in
Spanish if you’d like,” Ryker replied.
“Por favor,” Wes laughed. Having a
lover he could lust after and laugh with was rare. He stared at
Ryker’s beautiful eyes, unable to look away.
“I want you to taste yourself,” Wes ordered
Ryker.
“Mmm, the bossy Dom is back.”
“What?”
“You’re bossy in bed. I love it, turns me
on.” Ryker smiled slowly. “But only in bed.”
Wes watched as Ryker lifted his thumb very
slowly to his mouth. Ryker stuck out his talented tongue and licked
his finger, then slid his tongue up and over his full lips, making
them slick.
“Fuck, that’s hot. How do you taste?” Wes
asked, licking his own lips in response.
“Salty, musky. But not as good as you,”
Ryker murmured, his voice deepening.
“Show me your cock,” Wes demanded.
Ryker complied. His long, hard cock came
into view, dark and pulsing with need. For Wes. Only Wes.
“Imagine I’m there with you. Feel my hot
breath on your dick.” Wes grabbed the lube on the nightstand and
quickly poured some out, giving his cock a tight, smooth slide.
“Yes, I can feel it,” Ryker murmured.
“I’m sinking my hot, wet mouth over your
cock, sucking it all the way down. Feel the muscles in my throat
swallowing you, sucking so hard.” Wes moved his hand faster and
faster, watching Ryker’s hand moving in tandem.
“Fuck, Wes, so close,” Ryker panted.
“That’s it, baby. I’m moving lower now,
licking your balls, your hole, rimming you so good. Feel my hot,
wet tongue in your ass.”
“Wes!”
Wes watched as Ryker came apart, moaning his
name as jet after jet of cum covered his cock and balls. The sight
and sounds were so sexy that Wes only had to give himself one last
tug before he lost it.
“Ryker!” Wes’s orgasm barreled through him,
hot cum covering his hand and stomach. His whole body tensed and
arched, and he writhed on the bed, the euphoric tide draining his
body. It was several more minutes before Wes had the lung capacity
to speak again.
“I think I’m addicted to phone sex now.” Wes
laughed.
Ryker grinned. “I’m glad I can corrupt you
so easily, Mr. Stewart.”
Wes shook his head. “Okay, that shouldn’t
turn me on, but it does.”
“I look forward to our next encounter then.
Sir.”
“Stop. No more sexy games. I shouldn’t be
able to get it up that quickly again.” Wes laughed, his cock
twitching with renewed interest. He slowly massaged his chest, tiny
shudders rippling through his body. “Are you trying to do me
in?”
Ryker chuckled, his blue eyes filled with
mischief. “Not until our first book is written.”
“Hold on,” Wes said as he removed his shirt,
briefs, and pants and got under the covers. “Are you okay? Do you
want to talk for a while?”
“You know, despite your ego, you’re a rather
sensitive man.”
Wes smirked and gave his trademark wink.
“Don’t tell anyone.”
****
Ryker
Wes and Ryker talked until two thirty in the
morning, both of them sated and sleepy, but unwilling to break
their connection.
The echo of Wes’s voice once again lulled
Ryker’s mind into a deep sleep, and he woke seven hours later,
refreshed and full of creative energy. And filled with strange,
exhilarating feelings that made his chest ache, but in a good way.
Ryker’s whole body buzzed with the anticipation of seeing Wes
again, touching him, hearing his voice, and looking into those
warm, golden eyes.
What the fuck is going on with me? I must be
watching too many rom-coms.
Ryker reasoned it was elation after finally
sleeping for more than three hours. But that would be a lie.
It felt like … something more than like. He
found himself thinking about Wes all the time, and the need to be
with him got stronger every day. He was more than a hook-up, more
than a friend and more than a writing partner. Oh, God, he felt
amazing and yet terrified at the same time. This wasn’t supposed to
happen. He didn’t catch feelings with other lovers. Was he the only
one reacting this way, or did Wes feel it, too? If it was only him,
he was fucked for sure. No way did he want to fall hard for Wes
only to have him turn and walk away. What the fuck was he going to
do?
He needed to talk to someone who had
experience with relationships, and he didn’t hesitate to pick up
his phone.
“Hola, mi querido. How are you today,
my son?” his mom said when she answered.
“I’m okay, Mama. I have a question, and feel
free to tell me if you don’t want to talk about it, but I need some
advice.”
“Ryker,” Tina interrupted. “What is it?”
Ryker paused to clear his throat. “What
happened when you met my father? I mean, you got married very
quickly. Did you fall in love that fast?”
Ryker heard his mom’s indrawn breath. “Yes,
it was, as the expression goes, love at first sight. Everything
just clicked. Our eyes met and I knew. I knew I had to be with him.
When we touched, it was so powerful that I was helpless to resist.
And when we talked—him with his basic Spanish and me with very
little English—well, the language barrier didn’t matter. We just
wanted to be with each other all the time.” She sighed, sniffling.
“Why do you ask this, querido? Is it Wes?”
He wouldn’t bother to lie at this point.
“I’ve never felt this way about a man before. Which is crazy,
because at first I didn’t like him—or I didn’t want to like him—and
now we can’t stay away from each other. And I don’t want anyone
else. But I’m also scared shitless. Neither of us are interested in
a relationship. I think.” Ryker sighed and ran a hand down his
chest, over his heart. “I don’t know what to do. All I know is I’m
a confirmed bachelor, prone to anxiety and grumpiness, who prefers
to live alone. I’m set in my ways. Wes lives his life in the public
eye and can have any man he wants. And now we’re working together
on this book.”
“Querido, slow down. Never before
have I heard you talk this way. First, you are amazing just as you
are. None of us are without faults, Wes included. And sometimes
differences in people balance each other out. But more importantly,
this feeling you have sounds like something special. A love like
that is when you feel so alive. And as it relates to your work,
this is a risk, for sure. But if I didn’t take a risk with your
father, I wouldn’t have you and Rachel, sí?”
“Yes, Mama, I get it. Thanks, I have a lot
to think about. Well, I better go.”
“I’m not done yet,” she murmured. “Please
call your sister. I worry, with her working so far away in
Australia. Oh, and come for dinner next Sunday. I’m making ropa
vieja with plantains.” Ryker heard her doorbell ring. “I have
to go. Tell Wes I said hi. He’d better treat you right, or I will
find him and he will get the wooden spoon.”
Ouch, an angry mom with a weapon was
something Ryker would wish upon no man.
Okay—call Rachel.
Say hi to Wes. Wes.
Work. Try not to think about Wes for five
minutes. If possible.
Good luck with that.