Chapter 10
Gage
Istepped out onto the porch behind Ry and watched with him as the FBI agent walked down the driveway until she reached the porch of her cabin. It was dark; only the porch light gave enough light to see that she hadn’t immediately entered the cabin, but instead sat down on the porch step.
I was about to turn around and face Ry’s wrath that I could feel brewing behind me, but the door opening to the cabin next to the FBI agent’s had me freezing. There was no telling how Dante would react once he realized that the woman had been housed directly next to him.
“Oh shit,” Ry mumbled quietly.
Yeah, that was a suitable reaction to the situation.
Dante would never physically hurt a woman, but he had stopped caring about hurting anyone’s feelings a long time ago.
We watched silently as Dante stepped out onto his dark porch.
Unlike the woman, his porchlight was off, leaving him in a shroud of darkness.
There was a flicker and then light from a match held in Dante’s hand. I couldn’t hear anything from the distance we were standing from them, but I imagine the woman, Parker, must have made some noise because Dante froze with the match held to the tip of his cigar.
Time itself seemed to freeze as we held our breaths. Suddenly, the light disappeared, leaving the darkness, thicker than ever, to once again take over the porch. In the next instant, the door to Dante’s cabin opened and then slammed shut loud enough to be heard over the ranch.
I winced at the sound. A part of me worried about the structural integrity of the doorframe after an impact like that.
The other part of me worried for my friend.
Sighing loudly, but glad that he hadn’t reacted worse, I turned around to face my boyfriend.
With my shoulders back, I eyed him, not surprised to see a glare on his handsome face.
“Alright, hit me with it.” Ry continued to glare, making me sigh again. “Look, I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings, alright? I was just trying to figure her out. One minute she was laughing hysterically, the next she was acting weird.”
“She thought you were making fun of her when she asked if she was pretty,” he accused. “You know fucking well she’s gorgeous. Why did you have to put her down like that?”
I grimaced and rubbed the back of my neck. “I really didn’t mean to,” I repeated. “I’m not good at this shit, okay?”
“Then,” he poked my chest with a finger, really reiterating his words, “when she tried to shake your hand, you refused to even touch her.”
I frowned. “She didn’t give me a chance.”
“Seriously? She waited three business days for you to acknowledge her.” He threw his hands up. “You need to make it up to her.”
“Why?” I asked, growing irritated at his continued accusations. “I don’t even know the girl. And,” I growled, “neither do you.”
Ry turned on his heel and strode back into the house without answering.
I stomped after him, following his steps to the stairs and then into our bedroom, where he began yanking at his tie.
“All I’m asking for is for you to keep an open mind,” he muttered.
“I told you, something about her calls to me. I just want you to keep an open mind and to try to get to know her.”
“Ry, why is this so important to you?” I asked softly as I watched him strip down to his boxers.
He paused in the act of picking up his clothes. Finally, he moved to place them in the hamper. “Your parents,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at me. “Ever since I met them, I’ve admired their dynamic.”
“Have you been looking for a woman to add to our relationship this whole time?”
Ry looked down at his feet, then shook his head. “No. I haven’t. Has it been in the back of my mind?” He tilted his head to look me in the eye. “Yes.”
I huffed out a breath at his words. The truth was, I also wanted what my parents had.
They were a solid unit, loving and supportive of each other.
There wasn’t much that any of them wouldn’t do for the other ones.
I just hadn’t seen a single woman or man that I’d been even remotely interested in.
Until her—Special Agent Parker. Ry was right, there was something about her.
But her job had the ability to destroy everything.
“It’s dangerous,” I replied. “She puts killers behind bars. If she found out the truth, I could get the death penalty. You,” I walked over to him and cupped his jaw in my hands, “could end up behind bars for the rest of your life as an accomplice. I won’t take that chance.”
His expression grew defiant, even as he turned his head to kiss my palm. “I swear, I wouldn’t place you in danger. I don’t believe she would do that.”
“You’re so sure?” I asked, truly surprised by his stubbornness. Ry had always been a good judge of character, but this seemed extreme.
“I am,” he said softly. “I think that when she finds out what you do, she will understand.”
He pulled back and headed into the bathroom. I followed him and watched as he turned on the water in the large walk-in shower. As he stripped off his boxer briefs, I began to take off my own clothing.
“She sees into the mind of a killer. You’re not like the man she’s hunting right now,” he reminded me.
I grunted as I stepped into the stall with him.
As he stepped to the side, out of the water spray, I dunked my head to wet it.
Wiping the water back from my face, I turned to watch as Ry grabbed the shampoo.
“That doesn’t make me any less of a killer,” I pointed out.
“No,” he conceded. “But it does make you a friend.”
I snorted. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I grabbed the shampoo bottle from him and poured some into my hand, then shoved it back into his.
“The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” he quoted. “You’re forgetting that both of you hunt evil. That makes a world of difference.”
I wasn’t going to win the argument. I wanted to believe what he was saying because a part of me wanted it to be true.
I rinsed the shampoo from my hair, then made room for Ry to do the same.
“I need to talk to my mom,” I muttered. If anyone would be able to give me insight on the matter, it would be her.
Not only had she accepted my dad, but she also embraced it.
She’d even gone with him on his kills—not to participate, but to support his actions.
Ry finished rinsing and then stepped into my space. I could feel his hard dick pressing into me, making my blood heat. “I think that’s a good idea.”
“Enough talking,” I rumbled low. I reached for both of our hard cocks and, using one hand, I stroked both of them together. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
Ry started panting and leaned into me. Pressing our lips together, we just breathed like that as I tightened my grip until he moaned. I took advantage of his open lips and sank my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, loving the feel of him against me.
He pulled back and looked at me with wild eyes. “Fuck me, Gage. I need to feel you inside me,” he begged with ragged gasps of pleasure.
“You’re fucking mine,” I snarled, then let go of our cocks. I spun him around to face the wall. “Brace yourself,” I demanded in his ear. Grabbing the bottle of lube we kept in the shower for moments exactly like this, I poured a generous amount into my palm before dropping the bottle to the floor.
I coated my throbbing dick as I eyed his perfect body, all the muscles taut as he did what I’d commanded.
I grabbed the back of his neck in a tight grip as I used my other hand to rub at his entrance with the lube.
His moans echoed in the shower stall as I slid first one finger, then two, into his ass.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I growled into his ear, then bit his earlobe, hard. “I’m going to wreck this ass tonight,” I promised.
“Please, Gage! Fuck me,” he gasped as I scissored my fingers. Using the lube that was coating my hand, I grabbed my cock and stroked myself, ensuring that I got myself nice and slick.
I had let Ry fuck my ass a few times in the past, but our dynamic was best exactly like this.
I needed to dominate, and Ry needed what I gave him.
As I pressed my dick slowly against his hole, I couldn’t stop my mind from flashing to the pretty FBI agent.
I’d never fucked a woman before, but for the first time in my life, I was picturing what it would feel like to sink into her soft heat.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he said with a gasp as I bottomed out, my balls pressing against his ass.
“Shut up,” I snarled. “Shut the fuck up.”
I reached around and grabbed his cock with my hand, fisting him tightly. I didn’t know if I was punishing him or myself for my wayward thoughts. I closed my eyes as I withdrew to the tip, then slammed back in hard.
Ry let out a raspy yell and cursed as I began pounding into him, just on the edge of being brutal with my strokes. “Yes!”
“Take it,” I demanded harshly. “You’re going to take my cock and shut the fuck up about the goddamn woman.”
“For now,” he groaned. “But imagine having her softness between us. Imagine having her wrapped around you as I fucked her from behind. You in her pussy…”
I grunted at the image and had to call on every ounce of restraint to keep myself from coming. “Fuck. You. Ry.”
“Both of us inside her at once,” he continued raggedly, ignoring the threat in my tone. “Feeling my cock rubbing against yours as we worked together to make her come.”
“Mother fucking asshole bitch,” I ground out as I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Come for me, Ry,” I demanded as I pounded relentlessly and tightened my already brutal hold on his cock.
With a shout, Ry shuddered and released all over his stomach, the wall, and my hand.
His climax triggered my own, and I finally let myself fall over the cliff with him.
I pressed my hips hard into his backside as I let his cock go and braced both of my hands against the wall next to his.
Leaning forward, I bit into his shoulder as I felt shivers race up and down my spine.
We stayed locked together like that for a long moment, our ragged breathing filling the space as steam surrounded us. Once I was able to feel my legs again, I gently withdrew my still half-hard cock and pulled him further under the spray with me.
“Fuck, Gage,” Ry muttered as he pushed his face into my neck and wrapped both arms around my waist. “I can’t feel my legs.”
I snorted. “Neither can I.” I reached for the bodywash and smirked when Ry hissed at the cold liquid sliding down his back.
“You’re such an asshole,” he muttered.
I nodded as I ran my palms over his back and down to his ass to rub softly over the sensitive tissue there. “But I’m your asshole. Does it hurt? I took you kind of rough.”
His sigh told me all I needed to know. Ry loved it when I got a little rough. Sometimes he’d push me just to make me unhinged, even if his ass bore the consequences. “No.”
“Liar,” I whispered, then pulled his head back gently by his hair. “Kiss me, then wash my back.”
“Sometimes I wonder why I love you,” he laughed softly, but he didn’t hesitate to kiss me, stealing my breath with his lips and tongue.
“I know why I love you,” I replied after our kiss ended.
Ry poured body wash into his hand as he eyed me. “Oh yeah, why is that? Turn around.”
I complied, giving him my back. I closed my eyes and let the warm feelings course through me at the intimacy of having the man I loved take care of me. “Because you bring warmth to my cold heart.”
His hands froze for a beat, but then continued moving in circles, easing my stiff muscles from a long day of working on the ranch.
“You’re not nearly as cold as you think you are,” he said quietly.
“A cold-hearted man wouldn’t care for others the way you do.
You take care of your siblings before they even have a chance to ask.
You bring your mom flowers for no reason.
You beat up my asshole father for hurting me.
” His breath caught on his last words, and I turned around to cup his face.
“I didn’t beat him up,” I kissed his cheek, then his lips. “And don’t try to make me out to be a hero. I’m anything but that.”
“Gage,” he said, his eyes serious as he whispered. “To the women and children of the monsters you kill, you’re the greatest hero who ever lived.”