Chapter Twenty #2
minutes. When he blinked and opened them, he realized he was alone
in bed, and the room was darker. The blinds were now closed. As he
got his bearings, he noticed a glass of water on the
nightstand.
Wes pushed himself up and leaned against the
suede headboard, taking a long sip of water to quench his thirst.
He enjoyed the quietness of the room, taking in his surroundings
and savoring the smell of their sex, and it was so fucking amazing
that Wes’s dick started to swell again. Just as he was about to get
up and go looking for Ryker, his partner entered the bedroom.
Wearing low-slung track pants, Ryker carried a wood tray filled
with charcuterie, fruit and cheese. He placed it on the nightstand,
then got back in bed, leaning over to brush a soft kiss over Wes’s
lips.
“Did you enjoy your nap?” Ryker asked,
smiling against his mouth.
“I did. What time is it?” Wes asked.
“It’s just after midnight. You zonked out
cold for a good two hours, and I didn’t want to wake you.
Especially after all your travel to get here. So I took a shower
and did some writing.” Ryker grabbed the tray and placed it on the
bed between them. “Then I got hungry and figured you would be, too,
when you woke, so I brought snacks.” He smiled as he grabbed a
cracker, placed a slice of brie cheese on top, and shoved it in his
mouth.
“Mmm. Mind-blowing sex and food on demand. I
may never leave,” Wes quipped as he munched on prosciutto.
Ryker coughed. “Sorry, crumbs,” he explained
as his cheeks began to flush.
“You okay there, love?” Wes asked, keeping a
straight face as he tested the romantic waters.
“Yup. Wait. Love?” Ryker asked with wide
eyes.
Wes laughed. “It’s a British term. You know,
‘how are you, love?’ Why, does it bother you?” Wes asked, curiously
gauging Ryker’s response.
“Not at all. Big boy.” Ryker chuckled.
“Big no,” Wes replied, shaking his
head.
Ryker’s brows knit together. “Big dick?”
Wes grinned smugly. “That’s more like
it.”
“No way. Your ego does not need any more
inflating.”
“Speaking of inflating.” Wes pointed to his
now very excited dick tenting the sheets.
“Mmm, big dick it is. Sweetheart,” Ryker
murmured, and now it was Wes’s turn to blush.
Shit, why do I like that so much?
Wes made a show by attempting to throw a
grape in his mouth, but he missed and it dropped to his chest
instead.
“Your hand-eye coordination is way off,”
Ryker quipped.
“It’s perfect. Watch.” This time, the grape
successfully landed in his mouth, and he munched away. “You just
distracted me the first time.” Wes grabbed another grape and some
cheese. “You left a voicemail when I was on my way here. You
sounded odd. What’s going on?”
“I told you I needed to chat with my
sister,” Ryker said, and Wes nodded. “Well, the good news is, she’s
accepted a tenured position at Stanford and will be moving back to
the US in August.”
“Good for her. Sounds like an amazing
opportunity. Are you happy?” Wes asked.
“Very. Even if she’s on the West Coast, at
least we can visit more often.” He paused. “It was her other news
that I’m struggling with. She wants to submit her DNA to a
genealogy site to see if it might help in locating our father’s
whereabouts.”
Wes paused to look over Ryker’s face. “And
you’re understandably concerned for her, and upset, and also
wondering, why now?” Wes replied, as if he’d read Ryker’s mind.
“Yes, exactly. I’m afraid of what might
happen. What if she finds him and he’s still alive? Will she want
to see him, have a relationship with him? What if he still has no
answers for her? Or refuses to see her? Or what if he’s dead? I
know she struggles with why he left, but what good will this do
except resurrect all the pain?”
Wes leaned in and rubbed his thumb over
Ryker’s cheek. “I’m sure you struggle with his leaving, too. I know
you have no recollection of him, but you see the pain in your mom
and sister, and you want to take that away.”
“I do. And to be honest, I like my life the
way it is. I may be angry with my father, but I’ve made peace with
how things turned out. I don’t know that any good will come of
digging up old history.”
“Dealing with past trauma is never easy, and
everyone has their own way of coping. It took me years of therapy
to deal with my parents’ death, and when the man responsible was
brought to trial years later, unfortunately, it brought it all back
up again. But I had a good support system and came out stronger.
Maybe not happier, but stronger.” Wes smiled wanly. “Just like you
did after that man attacked you. Eventually, you found your way
out.”
“I guess we’re not all that different,”
Ryker said.
“No, we’re not,” Wes offered with a smile,
moving closer. “I understand where both you and your sister are
coming from. She needs answers and is determined to get them. Part
of you may also want those answers, but you don’t think you’re
ready yet.”
Ryker sighed. “I don’t think I am, but I may
not have a choice. I’ve always supported her no matter what, and
this should be no different.”
“You’re a good man with a sensitive heart,
and your sister is lucky to have you.” Wes smiled as Ryker leaned
in to kiss him.
Ryker eventually sat back, and they
continued to snack and talk.
“Man, I am wiped from traveling, but let me
tell you, I am so glad I got to visit New Orleans on this tour.
Reminds me a bit of New York. It’s fun and romantic and full of
strange characters.” Wes paused. “I was thinking maybe we could set
book two there. What do you think?”
Ryker wiped crumbs off his chest and placed
the empty tray on the nightstand. “Considering we’ve just started
writing book one, I don’t know. Maybe? It could be cool. Maybe we
could take a weekend trip together and see if it inspires both of
us.” Ryker flushed. “I mean, if that’s something you want to do. If
you think it’s a good idea. Or not. Fuck!” Ryker grabbed the sheet
and pulled it over his head to hide.
Wes was totally charmed by Ryker’s fluster,
and he yanked the sheet back.
“Don’t hide from me, hot stuff,” he teased.
“And, yes, a weekend trip with you is definitely a good idea.” He
paused. “It’s not just what I want. It’s what I need.” Wes reached
over and took Ryker’s warm cheeks in his hands, giving him a sweet
kiss.
Ryker rested their foreheads together. “Are
you okay?” he asked quietly, rubbing his hand down Wes’s thigh and
over his ass.
Wes gave a big sigh and leaned in, nuzzling
his nose on Ryker’s stubbled cheek. “It was perfect,” he said
hoarsely. “My ass is sore, but that’s because I haven’t bottomed in
quite a while. But it was… I’m a writer who can’t come up with
enough words for how good it was.” He reached for Ryker again,
kissing his swollen pout. “It was so good, love, that I want to do
it again and again,” he whispered as he pushed Ryker down on the
bed.
Wes deftly removed Ryker’s track pants and
kissed his way up long calves and taut thighs that were lightly
dusted with dark hair, and finally, finally over to Ryker’s long
cock, which was leaking and begging for attention. Wes licked the
large vein on Ryker’s prick, teasing just under the head, then
swirling his tongue up and around.
Ryker’s hands reached for Wes, tugging his
hair to lift his head.
“I’m too amped up for a slow seduction.
Hurry up and fuck me,” Ryker panted, rolling over onto his stomach
and rising up to his knees. Wes took a moment to look his fill at
Ryker’s firm ass, then bent over to kiss and nip each perfect cheek
before moving over to his crease. Wes spread Ryker’s ass cheeks and
swallowed hard at the sight of his lover’s tight hole. He leaned
forward and licked him from taint to tailbone.
“Wes!” Ryker cried out.
Wes lubed up his fingers and pressed one,
then another inside Ryker, crooking them to peg his prostate.
Ryker’s body jolted. “Wes, please,” he
whimpered.
Wes obeyed his lover, lubing himself up. He
got on his knees and lined up his cock with Ryker’s hole, pushing
in at a slow, steady pace, the unreal heat and tightness of Ryker’s
body enveloping Wes’s dick so good, he never wanted to leave. Wes
placed one hand on Ryker’s shoulder and the other on his waist,
then tilted his hips and began thrusting at a punishing tempo.
“Touch yourself,” Wes demanded, and Ryker
complied, using his right hand to tug his cock.
Wes slid his hand from Ryker’s shoulder down
the middle of his back, touching the colorful tattoos of the moon,
the sun, and, finally, the blazing comet, tracing its fiery path
down until he reached his ass. It was just one more beautiful part
of this man he was so crazy about.
“You’re mine,” Wes murmured as he squeezed
Ryker’s ass. “Say it.”
“Yes,” Ryker whispered. “I’m yours, only
yours.”
“Mine,” Wes grunted, changing the angle, his
hips moving at a furious pace.
“Yes, don’t stop!” Ryker moaned as he pumped
himself with his hand, faster and faster, and Wes obliged. Wes
needed Ryker to come first, always first. His lover’s pleasure was
paramount. He punched his hips forward again, and suddenly, Ryker’s
hole clenched tighter around Wes’s cock.
“Wes!” Ryker screamed.
Wes felt his balls tighten in response, and
he gave himself over to his orgasm, the overwhelming heat of
Ryker’s depths his undoing. “Baby!” Wes yelled out as the intense
heat of his cum filled up Ryker’s ass. He
slowed his movements, running his hands all over Ryker’s back and
ass.
Ryker collapsed on the bed and Wes followed.
He stretched his larger body over Ryker, their hot skin joined from
head to toe. Wes put his hands over Ryker’s, interlocking their
fingers, then placed soft kisses on Ryker’s shoulders and neck,
reveling in the feeling of total bliss.
“Too heavy?” Wes asked between deep
breaths.
“Just right,” Ryker murmured, tightening his
fingers, then slowly drawing Wes’s palm to his lips and kissing it
gently, sweetly. Wes’s body quivered at the intimate gesture.
“Just right” summed it up perfectly. This
moment, this man, and everything Wes felt when they were together
was just right.