Found at the Bookstore

by Christi Snow

  He should probably be embarrassed about how quickly he’d shot his load, but now he was overwhelmed by just how incredible that had felt. He’d never had a blowjob in his life. That was so much—so, so much—better than his hand. Holy shit. He could die right now a happy man.

  “Oh, no,” Stig said as he grabbed Ryder around the waist. “No dying yet.”

  “I said that out loud?”

  Stig gave him a completely self-satisfied grin. “Yeah, you’ve been mumbling ever since you blew.”

  “Sorry.”

  Stig stood and pulled him off the floor and toward the stairs. “Nothing to be sorry about. I personally take it as a compliment that I blew your damn mind for a little bit there.”

  “That and more.” Ryder’s brain slowly came back online as he trailed Stig up the stairs. “Fuck, you’re still wearing all your clothes.”

  Stig turned and gave him a shit-eating smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you get us on an even playing ground when we get to the bedroom.”

  Ryder’s body sprang to life again. By the time they topped the stairs and entered the bedroom, he sported a semi. But as Stig turned around to face him, his last concern was his own dick. This gorgeous man stood in front of him, his pants bulging from the size of his erection, waiting for him to take charge and free it.

  He dove for Stig’s waistband. Stig’s low chuckle morphed into a groan when Ryder’s fingers met the swollen, heated flesh of his hard cock and stroked. Stig’s hips surged forward, sinking his length into his grip.

  Ryder wanted more. He dropped to his knees and pushed Stig’s pants and underwear down to his thighs.

  Stig’s cock sprang free, bouncing in front of his face. His mouth watered as he took his fill of the sight in front of him. This was his first time faced with another erect cock other than his own. Stig had more girth than Ryder did, but Ryder was longer. Stig had olive undertones to his skin that spread to his cock, the skin dark, almost tan-looking. The bulbous head appeared even darker. The moisture at the tip glistened in the low light of the hotel room.

  Ryder flicked his tongue out to taste the liquid. Salty and tangy, with slightly bitter undertones, his mouth watered at the taste. He wanted more. He closed his lips over the tip and sucked. Another dollop of liquid coated his tongue, rewarding his effort. He groaned as his blood surged south, his cock fully hard again already. He resisted the pull to touch himself, wanting to stay focused on Stig and his pleasure.

  It was odd to have another man’s cock in his mouth. He’d never really considered it until recently, and up until this moment, he hadn’t been sure he’d be able to do it. But with Stig making happy sounds of pleasure above him, Ryder decided he could happily kneel here for the rest of his life. Giving Stig pleasure superseded the worry about anything else.

  Way before he was ready for this to end, Stig pulled him up by the armpits.

  “Was I doing something wrong?” Suddenly, doubts swamped him. He’d never sucked cock before. He’d been enjoying it, but hell, what if he was really bad at it?

  “No,” Stig answered and pulled Ryder up against his bare chest. Stig must have taken off his shirt while Ryder had been focused on blowing him, or trying to blow him. That had been a complete fail.

  Stig grabbed him by the chin. “You were too good. I don’t want to come with my cock in your mouth.” He nodded down at Ryder’s fully erect cock. “You have the recovery time of youth. I do not.” He grimaced as if in pain.

  “Stop that.” Ryder pulled him in so they could kiss. As they did, their cocks rubbed together. Ryder gasped at the incredible sensation. Oh, fucking hell. His hips surged against Stig’s. He wanted, no...needed more of that.

  Stig chuckled and reached down, grabbing both cocks in his fist. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.” His voice was low and gravely as he watched his grip travel up and down the length of the two shafts, creating friction between them in the most delicious way.

  “Fuck, that’s too hot,” Ryder panted. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up. Hell, at this point, I can’t even stay standing.” His legs shook. Stig had turned his bones and muscles to jelly.

  Stig cupped Ryder’s balls with one hand while he slid the other up and down, up and down, rolling his palm over the heads every second or third stroke. Ryder’s balls boiled with tension and the need to come. He wasn’t sure what felt more amazing...Stig’s hard grip or his even harder cock trapped against Ryder’s. Looking down at the two of them getting jacked together made his mouth go dry. Tingling erupted at the base of his spine, and he was right on the verge when Stig lifted his hands and stopped touching him.

  Ryder’s moan sounded more like a sob as he clung to Stig’s shoulders. He’d been so fucking close.

  “Come on.” Stig’s voice was little more than a growl.

  The sound sent a hard shiver down Ryder’s spine.

  “This will be more fun on the bed.” Stig tugged Ryder across the room.

  Ryder couldn’t imagine anything being better than what they were already doing...at least as long as it eventually led to an orgasm. Already this event held the spot as his top highlight of his entire life.

  “Lay down,” Stig instructed as he swept the ornate comforter to the bottom of the bed.

  A full-body shiver swept over Ryder at that rough, demanding tone. He did as requested and lay down on his back.

  Stig stood there and just looked his fill. Ryder’s cock lay rigid against his belly, dripping pre-cum just south of his belly button. Stig looked hungry and so fucking gorgeous. His cock also stood at attention pointing north at his incredible abs. How did Ryder get so lucky to be sharing this night with such an amazing, gorgeous man?

  “Please,” Ryder gasped, needing Stig to put an end to this torture. His dick flexed at the thought of Stig touching him again. He wanted—no, needed—that.

  Stig winked and stroked himself. “What do you want, baby?”

  “Touch me, again.” His gaze focused where Stig jacked himself and he shook his head. “No, I changed my mind. Just keep doing that.”

  Stig’s chuckle was low and smoky. “You like watching me?”

  “Yeah, you’re gorgeous.” Ryder reached down to do some stroking of his own, but Stig shook his head.

  “Nope, no touching.”

  Ryder tightened his hand into a fist to keep from reaching out to stroke his dick. “And here I thought you were a masochist, not a sadist.”

  “Ah, I can be anything that you need to get you off hard.”

  Ryder closed his eyes, and his back arched off the bed as all his groin muscles tightened. He needed some friction.

  “You’re gorgeous like that. All needy and wanting.” The bed dipped as Stig crawled onto it.

  Ryder opened his eyes and reached for him. “I need you.”

  “You got me.” Stig straddled him and finally, finally he had the friction he needed. He thrust his hips up into Stig’s groin and groaned at the delicious pressure.

  He cupped Stig’s ass cheeks, pulling him in even tighter as he bucked up against him. They kissed, lips clashing, teeth gnashing, and tongues plundering. Pure, out-of-control lust gripped him as they grappled together, trying to get closer, to reach that pinnacle again.

  Then Ryder bucked one final time as the purest pleasure ran across his balls and he yelled Stig’s name. White-hot cum spurt between their bodies, covering their torsos. A millisecond later, Stig tensed, orgasming and gasping into Ryder’s neck.

  In the aftermath, they lay there panting, stuck together with cum, but neither one of them had the will or energy to move.

  “This is what happens from getting involved with a younger guy,” Stig moaned. “Don’t let them print ‘death by orgasm’ in my obituary, okay?”

  Ryder chuckled low, but he honestly wasn’t in any better shape than Stig. He was completely blissed out and boneless. He’d be lucky if his muscles recovered for the wedding tomorrow. As it was now, he felt ready to sleep for a week straight.
/>   “That was incredible, even if we did die from it. Thank you, Stig.” His words slurred as lethargy overtook him. Then he drifted away into sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Ryder

  Ryder squinted, trying to clear the fog of sleep from his brain. Stig was already dressed and sliding his phone and wallet into his jeans pocket. “What time is it?”

  “Eight.” Stig gave him a lazy grin as he slid a slow gliding, glance over Ryder’s naked body barely concealed under the thin sheet.

  His skin heated under that hot gaze.

  “Damn, you look sexy, all sleep rumpled in the morning.” Stig knelt with on knee on the bed and gave Ryder a quick kiss, running his hand across Ryder’s stomach in a lingering touch.

  “Hmm.” Ryder arched into Stig’s palm like a cat in heat. “Surely you can stay just a little bit longer?”

  “I wish.” Stig reluctantly pulled back. “But Emily is waiting for me.”

  “Stig,” Emily’s voice called from below. “You better not be getting distracted up there. The car is waiting. We need to go. Now.”

  Stig moaned and pressed his forehead to Ryder’s. “I have to go. Don’t forget where we were. You and I...tonight.”

  Ryder reached up and tugged Stig down into another quick and dirty kiss. “I’m counting down the hours. See you in a little while.”

  Stig pulled away with a reluctant nod. He started toward the doorway, but stilled and turned back. “Oh, and you probably should go check on Tommy. He looked a bit pale earlier. I think he’s battling some nerves this morning.”

  “Really?” That wasn’t like Tommy. Ryder shot out from under the covers, concerned now.

  Stig’s groan sounded pained as he froze in the doorway, watching Ryder.

  Ryder had already been erect, but now he went fully hard under Stig’s heated perusal.

  Stig shook his head and mumbled, “Mac better thank his lucky stars that I’m such a good friend right now.”

  Ryder chuckled as a ribbon of awareness curled through his belly. He grabbed his erection at the base and stroked, remembering the sensation of Stig’s hands doing the same last night. But he didn’t have time for that right now. Tommy needed him.

  Bowing to superstition, late last night, Mac had gone over to his parent’s hotel. Their extended vacation in Vegas over the holiday was why Mac and Tommy had chosen to get married here. Celeste McIntyre ruled over her family and loved Mac with a pure mother’s love, but that also meant her wrath could be just as pure and powerful. She never would have forgiven either man if they’d gotten married without her being there.

  They all planned to meet at the chapel in a few hours. The time apart was supposed to emulate some sort of wedding tradition for the two guys, but Ryder would be shocked if the two hadn’t gone at it like rabbits until Mac had left.

  But that didn’t explain why Tommy might be nervous this morning. The one thing Ryder was absolutely positive about was that Tommy and Mac desperately loved one another and were perfect together.

  He slipped on a pair of sweats and made his way down the stairs, leaning heavily on his cane. Damn. Tingling spread down his left side, a warning that it would be way too easy to overdo it today. Not a huge surprise after their long day yesterday, but it still sucked. Was a good seventy-two hours in a row too much to ask? Obviously, it was.

  All the interconnecting doors between the hotel suites had been opened, so Ryder cut across Emily’s suite and headed toward Mac and Tommy’s.

  There, he found his brother hunched over a table, mumbling and furiously writing on a piece of paper. He wore plaid flannel pajama bottoms, a white undershirt, and his dark brown, curly hair stuck out in every direction like he’d been constantly running his hands through it.

  “Fucking A!” Tommy threw his pen down on the table and crumpled the paper into a tight ball, chucking it toward the trashcan behind him. The floor was littered with other little crumpled balls of paper.

  “Hey, hey, what’s going on?”

  Tommy looked up at him, desolation filling his eyes. “Why did I agree to this?”

  A ball of ice-cold dread fell to the bottom of Ryder’s stomach. He was having doubts now? Mac would be devastated. Hell, for that matter, once Tommy got his head back on straight, he’d be pretty upset, too, if he called this wedding off. “Well, you love him. Usually marriage is a natural next step when two people love one another as much as you guys do. Why are you questioning that now?”

  Tommy’s gaze swung up in shock. “What? I’m not questioning the wedding. God, I love Mac more than anything. Of course I want to marry him.”

  Ryder blew out a breath in relief. “Then what’s the problem?”

  Tommy stood and flung his hand out toward the pile of messy papers. “This. I can’t do this.”

  Ryder tilted his head, trying to figure out what he was missing. He didn’t think he was in bad enough shape this morning where his brain was misfiring, but something wasn’t adding up right. “I don’t get it.”

  “I adore Mac. I want this wedding to be everything he hoped for, but I agreed to us writing our own vows. What the hell was I thinking? Mac is a New York Times bestselling author...several times over. I can barely read a page in a book. I can’t do this.” Tommy threw his hands up and began pacing, clearly agitated. He kept running his hand through the curls of his dark hair.

  “Geez, Tommy, you scared me. I thought this was something serious.”

  Tommy stopped pacing and turned around to level an angry glare at Ryder.

  He lifted his hands. “Hey, chill. Friend here, not enemy. We got this. You just need to relax.”

  Tommy had spent his life dealing with crippling dyslexia that wasn’t diagnosed until his senior year in high school. He’d learned some coping mechanisms but still froze whenever he had to do something involving writing. He worked to avoid writing at all costs. But the guy wasn’t stupid. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Tommy compensated with a wicked ability to recall almost anything told to him...as long as it was something that interested him.

  Ryder eyed the papers again. “There’s absolutely no reason you have to write this. Tell you what. We still have hours before the wedding, and you need to chill out. Put on your swim trunks, and let’s go outside. You can relax in the hot tub while I do some laps in the pool.” He needed to get his body to cooperate with him today. “We can talk it out while we enjoy our luxurious accommodations.”

  Tommy nodded. “Okay, yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Ry.” He headed toward his bedroom, but stopped and turned back with a half grin on his face. “But hey, you may want to put on a T-shirt unless you want to discuss what’s happening between you and Stig. Because I’m telling you, dude, that’s hard to miss.”

  Ryder gazed down at his chest. He had a goddamn, livid, purple hickey just to the side of his nipple. Stig had marked him like they were in junior high. Not only that, but a quick sniff told him that he reeked of sex. He winced. But then he remembered just how hot it had been to have Stig’s lips concentrated on him there. Fuck, now he was sporting wood again.

  “Um, okay. Give me a few minutes.” It would be a good idea to shower, stroke one out, and wash the smell of Stig off his skin.

  ***

  Several hours later they were on their way to the chapel. Ryder had managed to talk Tommy down. They’d worked through his vows, and Ryder couldn’t wait to see Mac’s reaction. In fact, he was pretty stoked about the entire wedding...and it had nothing to do with the ripple of anticipation of seeing Stig again. Really...this was all about Tommy and Mac’s day.

  Their limo stopped in front of the chapel. “You ready?” Ryder asked his brother. They were both already changed into their tuxedos, and Tommy looked ready to take on the world of international spies with his custom fitted tux and dark sunglasses.

  “Hell, yeah.” They exchanged a grin and Ryder made to get out of the car, but Tommy stilled him with a hand on his sleeve. “We may not get a chance later, so I need to say this
now. Thank you so much for being with me here today. It means more than you can imagine. I know that we’re all the family we have left, but there’s no one I’d rather have in my corner today than you.”

  Emotion clogged Ryder’s throat. “That is not fair. You can’t pull this shit just as we’re about to go in.” He brushed his fingers under his eyes, dashing away any moisture there.

  Tommy choked out a laugh around his own tears. “Yeah, well, it didn’t seem appropriate when we were halfway naked in the hot tub this morning, either.”

  “Maybe not,” Ryder conceded as he waved a hand at Emily waiting patiently outside the door. “But at least there we wouldn’t have had an audience.”

  “Good point.”

  “Come on, big brother. It’s time to marry you off.”

  They both climbed out of the car, and Emily rushed forward, focusing in on Tommy. “You doing okay?”

  She wore a full-length gown in a light blue color that complemented her porcelain complexion. Her blonde hair was piled up high on her head in a complex-looking twist of braids and curls. As the dress fell to her feet, it changed to a deep dark turquoise.

  “Yeah, I’m ready to do this,” Tommy said, not even sparing Emily a second glance as he scanned behind her. “Is Mac okay?”

  She nodded. “Oh, yeah, honey, but he’s just like you. Ready. Come on. I’ll show you where you need to be.” She led them through a warren of sleek, modern corridors surrounded by huge, plate glass windows looking over a lush jungle-like landscape outside.

  This didn’t look like any kind of chapel Ryder had ever imagined in Vegas. “This is nice,” he whispered to Tommy.

  “Yeah, we found it online. It’s really cool. Just wait. It’s definitely not a cheap ‘plastic flowers and a preacher dressed as Elvis’ kind of place.”

  Emily led them to a room with low-slung, grey flannel couches arranged around the room, a large mirror in the corner and tasteful, sedate lighting. The windows were covered with sheers, giving the illusion of being able to see out the windows without actually being able to. A door on the other side of the room stood open.