Leaning back, chest rising and falling quickly, Ridge watched him, eyes moving over his face. “I weigh one-eighty. So this is pretty impressive.” One lone finger traced Drew’s lower lip. “I’m impressed, at least.” A blond eyebrow cocked.
Easing his head back from that finger, Drew stepped forward once more. Leaning down a bit, he jerked his chin at the door. “Can you reach the lever?” Drew kept a tight hold on Ridge as he turned toward the opening, glad when the other man said nothing more.
Ridge obligingly leaned to the side and pushed the handle down, then shoved the door a few inches. Drew booted it the rest of the way open, then nudged it closed behind them as he walked through. He took a quick look around, noting the open loft concept with living/dining/kitchen space all in one big area. He saw a couple of doors across the room and walked toward the open one.
“Kiss me.” Ridge moaned as Drew complied, then whimpered softly as he caught Drew’s tongue between his lips, sucking strongly on it. Drew pushed it farther inside, and Ridge wrapped his lips around it. He nibbled on it, playing a little bit, and was rewarded by Drew’s throaty growl. Drew shoved him against the wall next to the bedroom doorway, back pressed flat as Drew thrust forward, grinding.
Drew reached between them, his lips still locked with Ridge’s, his tongue thrusting toward the back of Ridge’s throat as he jerked open his own jeans, pulling out his aching cock. He angled his hand and reached for Ridge’s waistband, trying to get the other man’s jeans open.
Ridge pushed at Drew’s shoulders, moving his head back from the steamy kiss, panting. “Let me do it!” He brought a hand down and shoved between them, ripping open the buttons on his fly.
Drew took over as soon as he felt it loosen, knocking Ridge’s hand out of the way and taking hold of one beautiful cock. It was slightly longer than his own, a little thicker. He palmed it in quick appreciation, gripping the silky hardness in his fist, pulling at it from base to tip. He felt the pre-come leaking at the tip and used his thumb to spread the wetness, rubbing and pushing against Ridge’s slit as he did so.
Ridge bumped his head against the wall, crying out. “God! Your hand -- oh, God, that’s good. So good.” He rocked his hips into that grip, keeping his legs tight around Drew’s waist.
Drew tilted his head and ran his tongue down Ridge’s throat, tasting him, rubbing his tongue over the pounding pulse. He used his teeth, biting down and sucking, hearing Ridge cry out. He shifted the hand pulling on Ridge and brought their dicks together, rubbing their combined wetness on the silky skin of both heads.
“How’s that feel, huh?” He whispered the words against Ridge’s right ear as he ate at the sweet lobe, flicking it with his tongue and biting down on it. He drove his tongue inside.
Ridge was whimpering steadily now, the soft sounds interspersed with Drew’s grunts as Drew used his thumb to bring both cockheads together, their sensitive undersides rubbing. Ridge let loose an anguished moan, his hips driving faster into Drew’s hand as his head again dropped back against the wall. Drew’s grip tightened on both their cocks, increasing the friction to heighten their pleasure.
The excitement built as they worked toward orgasm. Drew bent down and, with his teeth, grabbed the muscle between Ridge’s neck and shoulder; he bit down. Ridge squealed and exploded into orgasm, his semen filling Drew’s hand. Drew let go of Ridge’s cock and grabbed his own tightly, the feeling of heated wetness driving him crazy. He pulled faster, grunting, his weight pinning Ridge to the wall now. He felt his orgasm boil up from his balls and shot his load onto Ridge, wetting the blond’s T-shirt and belly.
Their chests heaving, they panted hot breath onto each other, their foreheads bumping softly as their eyes met.
Ridge moved a fraction of an inch and brought their lips together, sliding his tongue along Drew’s. They kissed hungrily, their mouths eating at each other for long moments before lethargy overcame them and they began nuzzling each other.
Drew moved them through the bedroom doorway and slowly walked over to the bed. He turned and fell backward onto the king that took up the center of the far wall, Ridge coming down on top of him. They lay together without speaking, their breathing slowing down. Ridge nestled his head in the pocket of Drew’s shoulder and closed his eyes.
Drew felt Ridge’s body relax into sleep as he rubbed the muscled back, his hand drifting down inside the loose jeans to caress the soft skin of Ridge’s ass. He sighed deeply as his eyes closed; his hand kept hold of Ridge as he, too, fell asleep.
Chapter 4
Sex on television can’t hurt you, unless you fall off.
Drew Cunningham
The sound of barking woke Ridge an hour later. His eyes opened, and he stared for a moment at the jersey cloth an inch from his nose, his lids blinking as he tried to focus. His body shifted a little and his legs complained, thigh muscles tight from lying spread open over Drew while the men slept.
He eased away and sat up, his hand running down Drew’s chest. He ventured under Drew’s T-shirt, liking the feel of the wiry body hair. His fingers moved upward, taking the shirt with them as he ran his thumb across one of Drew’s nipples. With a little smile on his face, he watched the tender bit harden, then pressed against it. Watching it tighten further, he bent down to capture it with his teeth.
Drew’s breath hissed out as Ridge nibbled and sucked on the salty morsel.
“Mmm-hmm.” Ridge transferred his attention to the other nipple, his hand following to continue to play with the first nipple. He nuzzled against the little bits. He hummed softly at Drew’s flavor as he licked his way back to the first nipple.
A gravelly voice interrupted his play. “Hey, before you really get going, why don’t I run to that store I saw down the road and get us some rubbers? I’m thinking this is going to get good really fast.”
Belly clenching in excitement and fear, Ridge rumbled softly as Drew pushed up to a sitting position. Gnawing on his lip, his eyes darting around, he considered what he was doing. Was he really ready to move it up a notch?
Drew leaned over, and Ridge’s lower lip was sucked into his mouth, sharp teeth nibbling gently. “Hang on to that thought. Besides, I think the dogs want to come in.”
Ridge watched as Drew shoved himself to his feet, gingerly setting his cock back into his jeans and buttoning up.
“I’ll let them in, and be back in a few minutes.” Drew eyed him before heading into the bathroom.
Exhaling deeply, Ridge tried to quell the nerves making his stomach tighten. Pushing his hair back with a shaky hand, he uttered a half-laugh as he set his feet on the floor and stood upright. “Oh, boy.”
As Drew walked out of the bathroom, Ridge was treated to a heated glance that blazed up and down his body. Despite his trepidation, he shivered in response, helpless not to react to that lustful stare.
***
Drew chuckled as he spotted the two shepherds sitting on the landing outside, staring up into the door glass. He opened the door. “Come on inside, you two.”
The two dogs happily bounded inside. It was amazing how easily the two canines had meshed. Now, Elsa stuck like glue to Henry as the male headed directly for the food bowl. Shaking his head in bemusement, Drew grinned as he stepped through the door. When he looked back, the dogs were standing side by side, happily crunching away.
Downstairs, he rounded the front of the inn, heading to where his truck was parked. As he neared the main entrance, movement inside the sunroom caught his eye. He spotted Rae looking at him through the picture window. As he strode toward the Navigator, she came out the door and walked down the steps. Raising her hand, she waved him over.
Cursing slightly under his breath, he detoured to meet her. She had a sheaf of papers that she held out to him as she came to a stop.
“You left these on the porch earlier.”
She was staring at him. Attempting to ignore that, he took the real estate listings from Rae, his eyes moving down to them as he shuffled them straight in his hands
.
“Don’t play with him.” The words came from her abruptly.
His eyes jerked up. He was surprised at her directness and taken slightly off guard.
“You have the power to hurt him. I don’t know how, so quickly, but you do.” Her voice was soft but earnest. “He’s not what you think he is.”
Drew’s immediate response was to deny everything. “Look, lady, I don’t know what you’re talking about--”
“I saw the two of you earlier. I was walking by the window when you were at the bottom of these steps.” Her voice was flat and measured, but he noticed she had to take a deep breath to continue. “I’m not sure but... I -- I don’t think he’s been around the block too many times. You’ve managed to bewitch him somehow.” It sounded as though she thought Drew was at fault for that.
His temper never in short supply, he started to get pissed. Who did this woman think she was talking to? “My business with your brother is just that -- my business.” He moved to walk away when Rae grabbed his arm. When he stared down at her hand, she jerked it back, looking a little unnerved.
“I’m sorry if I’m being too blunt. That’s not the southern way, I know.” She shrugged diffidently. “I just worry about him. He’s sensitive.”
Drew stared at her for another moment before turning and walking off, leaving Rae standing there.
Inside the truck, he swung his head around as he backed up, catching sight of his hostess still watching him, her face pensive. Drew muttered crankily as he drove down the main road. “Sensitive? How does Rae know I’m not the sensitive one? I could be a crier, for all she knows.”
He stopped himself there. Snorting, he shook his head, grinning wryly for a brief second. Nah. Not in a million years.
But why was he the guilty party? What had he done?
Okay, so maybe he’d come onto Ridge again when he’d spotted the hot blond earlier, but Christ, Ridge had been right there with him the entire time. Maybe Ridge was younger than he was, but the guy couldn’t be that much younger, for God’s sake.
Could he?
By the time Drew got to the drugstore he’d spotted earlier and walked inside, he’d worked himself into a righteous snit. He stalked over to the condom display and grabbed a couple of boxes, along with some lube. When he tossed them on the checkout counter, the teenaged cashier eyed him warily.
Oh. Maybe he needed to tone it down. He grimaced and attempted a smile. From the cashier’s continued silence, he wasn’t sure he’d gotten it right.
“How’s it going?” he tried.
Nothing.
Whatever. Moving on.
Back outside, he slammed into his truck. Damn it, wasn’t it enough that I had to give up my life and move to this fricking backwater? So what if he wanted to have some fun once he got here? It wasn’t like he did this all the time, was it?
Actually, none of the time was more like it.
Stopping to think as he approached the road leading to the inn, he realized that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so wound up by anybody. Because he kept his lifestyle and sexuality extremely private, he didn’t even date that often. If he were going to be truthful with himself -- which... uh, he didn’t really do too often -- he’d have to admit he didn’t let anybody inside his world, except his parents.
So he was overdue.
Drew snorted again. He was going to enjoy himself with Ridge Huntington for as long as it lasted. And he had a feeling it was going to be damned hot while it lasted.
***
Ridge heard the purr of the Navigator pulling into the parking area next to his shop. Butterflies were flittering madly in his belly as he listened to the sound of Drew coming up the steps. The other man’s boots were loud on the wooden stairs, echoing in the quiet evening.
Ridge had taken a quick shower to wash the come off and was now wearing a clean pair of jeans. He was once again barefoot, his hair slightly wet. He pushed the shaggy sides back over his ears as the door opened. His heart started pounding as he watched the bigger man come in, a scowl written plainly across the rugged face.
Drew stopped just inside the door, head turning. When those turquoise eyes landed on him, Drew’s eyelids drifted down a bit and the scowl eased into a predatory look that sent shivers down Ridge’s spine. Whoa.
“You didn’t wait for me. You’re all clean.” Drew made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I guess I’ll just have to mess you up again.” There was a promise in those husky words. Drew locked the door and started moving toward Ridge, his pace measured.
Ridge had the strangest feeling he knew what a gazelle felt like on the Serengeti, and he couldn’t help backing up through the doorway. He jerked his head around to see how close the bed was, and when he looked back, Drew was upon him.
“You better take off those jeans.” The direction was calm, but the fires burning in Drew’s eyes were not. The turquoise shade was brilliant just about then.
After a slight hesitation, Ridge obeyed, jerking down his zipper and stepping out of the jeans, kicking them off to the side. He took the bag that Drew thrust at him.
“Here. Take the stuff out of the bag, and put it over there.” Drew waved in the general direction of the nightstand.
Ridge opened the bag and placed the condom boxes and lube bottles on the nightstand. His hand shook as he set them down, his mind going crazy trying to picture the joining to come. He was nervous and exhilarated all at the same time, and his breath was coming faster. Shelby would be so proud of him. He was going to hook up with a real stud. He almost couldn’t breathe.
He saw that Drew was watching him as the tough guy slid the black T-shirt up and off. Those amazing eyes roved over Ridge’s nudity, and in response, his cock rose, nudging his belly.
“You look so good. Yesterday morning, by the creek, I was picturing this.”
The throaty words sent another shiver up his spine. When Drew continued to stare, he looked down self-consciously. Ridge knew what he looked like, saw it every day in the mirror; he just didn’t think he was Hollywood material. Okay, maybe he wasn’t bad. Running a couple times a week and an occasional swim helped keep his body lean. And, all right, he did like to skinny dip in the creek fairly often, which made his skin a uniform golden color in the summer. But, God, that stare! “Um, you don’t have to say anything like that.”
Brow quirking, Drew eyed Ridge from where he sat on the bed. “I can’t wait to touch you.” Drew pulled off his boots and socks then stood to calmly unbutton his fly. He kept his pace slow and steady, eyes tracking Ridge’s fidgeting. “It’s going to be good.”
The husky voice raked across Ridge’s nerve endings, sending a shiver down his spine.
When Drew was naked, he moved next to Ridge and put his fingers on Ridge’s nipple ring, moving it around. He murmured as Ridge’s eyes closed in pleasure. “Too bad you don’t have another of these so that I could play with both of your little titties. Wouldn’t that be good, huh?”
Ridge whimpered, the very thought of that sending a flash of heat through his body. “Here I was thinking most guys don’t like to talk too much while they’re, um, uh, getting it on.”
Drew’s tongue slid up Ridge’s throat, licking to one earlobe and sucking it inward, nipping. “Am I talking too much?” A shiver chased across Ridge’s skin as big hands took possession of his ass and he was pulled forward roughly. His cock didn’t seem to care, though, meeting Drew’s eagerly. Both were pushing and pulsing against one another. Still, he wasn’t distracted enough that he missed the fingers of one of those big hands move down his crease, nudging softly at his hole. He gasped at the feeling, his body jerking forward into Drew.
“Easy, man. We can take our time.” Drew’s whisper feathered across his ear.
Ridge tilted his head up, eyes meeting Drew’s. Did he actually see a tiny bit of concern in the man’s normally scowly expression?
Whatever it was, it disappeared as quickly as it came as Drew moved to meet Ridge’s lips with hi
s own, kissing passionately, his tongue thrusting to the back of Ridge’s throat. With a deep moan, Ridge’s body bent into Drew, arms locking around the strong back, fingers digging into the muscles there.
Drew tugged Ridge toward the bed, lifting, helping him to lie on his back. Drew kept moving, reaching across him, on a mission for slick. Grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand, his new lover knelt with one knee between his legs. As Ridge’s nerves started firing and his heart started pounding, his right leg was pushed up, his knee bending as his foot was set flat on the bed. Drew did the same with his other leg, leaving Ridge feeling very vulnerable with his junk so completely exposed. He panted a little as Drew eased back and opened the lube.
“Drew, I might not, um, be, uh, too good at this, but...” He lost his courage for a moment, and made himself take a deep breath, then start again. “Just show me what -- what to do.”
“Your sister said you were sensitive.” Drew eyed him knowingly.
That stopped him cold. “Wait. What? What did you say?” Ridge frowned, legs starting to stiffen.
“You’re sensitive.” Drew shrugged. “So, I can be sensitive, too. Touch me. You’ll see how sensitive I can be.” Drew gestured at his own cock.
Why did Rae have to intrude on this? “Why’d she say that?” Bringing one leg over Drew, Ridge rolled to the side and sat up. “What is she doing? Is she trying to mess this up?”
Clearly surprised by Ridge’s withdrawal, Drew grimaced and held up his hands, one still holding the bottle of lube. “What?”
“My sister. She thinks I’m still her baby brother.” Ridge made a move to get off the bed. “She thinks she has to protect me.”
Drew closed the bottle of lube with a snap, dropping it on the bed. “I didn’t like her when she interrupted us yesterday, and I’m liking her even less now.” He reached out a hand and grabbed Ridge by the upper arm. “Come back here. You can talk to her later.”
Muscles relaxing slowly, Ridge allowed a tiny smile. Drew cupped the back of his head and urged him closer. “Oh. You mean, I should probably concentrate on this, right here?”
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