A couple of the buttons on Ridge’s jeans were still undone, but at least the man had tucked that amazing cock back inside. Drew spun his head for a quick look to see if anybody was around, and saw with relief the back of the inn appeared deserted. He hauled the crazy carpenter up the stairs, stopping the dogs from running inside as he muscled Ridge through the doorway.
“Baby, you are in for it now.” Drew aimed a hard look at Ridge. “You’ve been playing with me all day. Now it’s my turn.” He marched Ridge into the bedroom. Stopping at the side of the bed, he stepped back. “Take off those clothes right now.”
When Ridge didn’t move and continued to eye him, Drew stepped forward menacingly. “Don’t test me. I’ll spank that sweet ass of yours.”
“Mmmm.”
Was that a purr? Drew watched as Ridge shoved his hair back nonchalantly and cocked one hip, a challenging look on his face as he waited for a response.
“Oh, man, are you ever going to get it.” Drew reached forward and jerked Ridge’s T-shirt at the neckline, ripping it off his body.
Ridge gasped in excitement, shivering at the violence of that gesture. His nipples were hard and the solitary ring quivered the slightest bit with his arousal.
Drew tugged that ring, pulling it roughly, eliciting a whimper from Ridge. He was completely focused on the sexy blond’s responses. Drew wanted -- had to -- make Ridge obey. He shoved the tight jeans down those slim hips, nudging Ridge backward to the bed, where Ridge fell with a grunt. Drew yanked off the deck shoes with the jeans, throwing them all across the room. The sight of Ridge’s cock, stiff and dripping with pre-come, stopped Drew in his tracks. He stared for a few seconds, mesmerized.
“Like what you see?”
Ridge’s tone prodded him to action. He slid one hand down the shaft, tugging firmly, pressing his thumb against the slit. There. That got him a response. Ridge’s head went back with a jerk, throat working, a low moan sounding.
“Oh, yeah.” Damn, it was sweet to have this man respond so quickly. Urged on to new action, he ripped off his own clothes, tossing them behind him. “On your hands and knees. Now.” The command was stark -- he knew it; he just couldn’t help it. In fact, he gave an assist by pulling Ridge around and thrusting him toward the head of the bed.
Ridge fell forward onto his hands. He shouted as Drew branded his ass with a smack, and he dropped onto his elbows, crying out in ecstasy. “Ohmygod!” Another smack followed on the other cheek, and he buried his head in the pillow, his voice muffled as he moaned.
Drew was breathing raggedly, his chest heaving up and down at the sight of Ridge’s ass presented to him in all its glory. He fixated on the wet, pink opening in front of him. “God, your hole is winking at me.” Gusting another breath, Drew bumped his cock forward, just below Ridge’s hole, making Ridge squirm, blond head cranking around. The wide brown eyes stared back at Drew, lips working but nothing coming out.
Putting a bit of his weight on Ridge’s back, Drew leaned over as he opened the drawer of the nightstand and scrabbled for the Astroglide. He quickly lubed up his fingers, tossing the bottle on the bed, his hand gliding over Ridge’s cock as it hung down. Gripping again, his hand slid wetly over the silky skin. Moving back, his fingers wrapped Ridge’s wrinkled sac, rolling, squeezing. He was rewarded with a grunt, and he moved to the pulsing opening, pushed one slick finger in. What was left of his upper brain was shouting at him to slow down, and he made an effort to be gentle as he twisted his finger around to lube the opening. Managing to nudge Ridge’s prostate on his way around, Drew’s chest lifted in a satisfied sigh.
In response, Ridge whined and spread his knees even wider, then arched his back in plea. “Good God, Drew.” He heaved a breath, struggling. “You... guh. Uhn, yes.”
“You like that, huh?” Drew pressed another finger inside, working that tight hole for long minutes, spreading and relaxing the muscle, pressing deeper every so often, searching again for Ridge’s gland. His sweet lover was reduced to sighs and grunts as Drew continued.
“Here comes another finger, Ridge. You ready?” Without waiting for an answer, he added lube to his hand and pushed a third finger in, hearing Ridge cry out breathlessly at the invasion.
“Unh! Burns...”
The sight of Ridge stretching around his fingers was making Drew’s dick stiffen even more. “Oh, man.” It was all he could do to keep from shoving it forward to claim the prize. Shaking his head to clear it, Drew refocused on the movement of his hand. “Easy, there. Let’s just -- okay, let’s get you a little more relaxed.” Picking up the lube again, he added some more, drizzling it one-handed over his fingers as they moved in and out.
He tossed the bottle aside to hold one lean hip, fingers digging in to keep Ridge in place. It wasn’t easy, as his wriggly lover’s hips were rolling. “Hold still.”
Ridge groaned in response. “I can’t!”
Chuckling despite the urgency he felt, Drew leaned forward again, draping himself over Ridge. His fingers continued their work, but his other hand slid up along the lean torso, moving over one muscled arm that held his lover’s weight. He planted his hand next to the pillow, lowering his head so his lips were at Ridge’s left ear. “You want some of this, you’ve got to hold still, man.” With that whisper, he licked his way around that ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping.
That had Ridge squirming some more, and, with a genuine laugh this time, Drew slid back and smacked his lover again. “Ohh, baby -- that’s what you get for playing with me before.” Withdrawing his busy fingers, he wiped his hand on his thigh and grabbed a condom from the open drawer of the nightstand. Ripping the plastic, he suited up, two quick swipes of his hand adding slick.
Ridge was still moving, rubbing his cock into the bedcover, his knees spread wide, his hips flat. “Gonna.” Panting, he shoved past the pillows, one hand grabbing the top edge of the mattress and the other reaching for his dick.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Grunting, Drew knocked Ridge’s hand away. “Get both hands up there. You’re going to wait until I shove this dick up your ass and fuck you like you deserve.” Adrenaline pumping through him again, he used his heavier bodyweight to hold Ridge in place, Bent over, one hand slapping down on the mattress, he used the other to guide his cock into position. Moving up against Ridge, he set the head of his cock against that sweet hole and shoved forward aggressively.
As the head popped in, Ridge moaned loudly and pushed backward, bowing his spine. Both men grunted as Drew thrust in to the hilt, their balls bumping against each other.
Drew reached up and set his right hand on the headboard, grabbing hold as he thrust aggressively into Ridge. His left hand moved to circle Ridge’s cock, pulling in counterpoint to his strokes.
They both moved forcefully, the headboard thudding against the wall with their momentum.
“God! Right there!” Ridge’s yell became a sob as Drew adjusted his angle and began hitting the same spot. “Jesus.” Ridge’s ass tightened around him and the sleek back stretched out even more. Drew grunted each time he shoved inward, his movements speeding up as Ridge called out warningly. The tight ass clamped down in orgasm, and Drew shuddered as he tried to keep thrusting. “Ri -- Ridge.” He grunted roughly, slamming his weight forward and feeling his balls again smack against his lover’s.
That was apparently too much for Ridge, and his elbows gave out as he collapsed onto the pillow with a wail. Losing his rhythm, Drew hurried to catch Ridge’s waist, managing to keep the muscled butt up in the air. He pushed deeper, digging with short stabs of his dick. Belly clenching and nuts tingling, Drew’s hips faltered as his orgasm overcame him, and he arched, groaning low as his balls emptied, filling the condom.
Beneath him, Ridge sobbed into the pillow, knees sliding all the way out and butt dropping down. Drew followed, weight covering his lover, legs sprawled between Ridge’s. They panted raggedly, sweaty skin sliding together.
“God.” Heaving a deep sigh of repletion, cock soften
ing as his body began to calm, Drew rested his cheek against a muscled shoulder, appreciating the way he could cover Ridge and touch every inch of the sexy body. He rubbed his hand down Ridge’s arm, relishing the muscular feel. “Unh... God... you are something else.” His breath sighed out of him again as he said it, and he licked the skin of Ridge’s upper back, tasting salt and man.
Ridge mumbled into the corner of the pillow, nuzzling his head deeper into the soft down.
“What was that?” Drew widened his eyes to keep them open as he tried to understand what his lover was saying.
Spitting out a feather, Ridge raised his cheek an inch from the pillow. “You’re... heavy. I can’t... breathe.”
Grunting, Drew shifted to the side, flopping over onto his back. He reached for the sheet, trying to tug it up over them. He gave up after a few pulls, unable to drag it out from underneath their bodies.
Ridge pushed closer and Drew turned onto his side, one arm sliding over Ridge’s back.
***
Ridge was once again wakened by Henry, though this time the dog was barking outside. Groggy, he lifted his head, realizing he’d fallen asleep in the middle of the day. He turned at the sound of a groan, a faint smile crossing his face as he watched Drew roll over and bring a hand up to rub one eye tiredly.
“Jesus, what time is it?” Drew’s voice was cranky. He groaned again as he dropped his hand, his head rolling on the pillow. He scowled at the afternoon sunlight coming in through the bedroom windows.
Eyeballing the digital clock on the nightstand, Ridge grunted. “It’s just past three o’clock. I guess we’ve been out for maybe a half hour.” He rolled to a sitting position, dragging his legs over the side of the bed, body protesting. He was definitely not used to such vigorous activity, especially the muscles that were crying right now. He was used to working hard as a carpenter, but this... this was entirely different.
He grinned slightly to himself as he pushed off the bed. It had so absolutely been worth it.
Drew was watching him as he moved around the end of the bed. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to let the dogs in, and then I’m going to fill that big old tub with hot, hot water and soak.” Ridge sent a come-hither look over his shoulder as he walked to the bedroom doorway. “You want to join me?”
He didn’t wait for an answer as he went to let the shepherds in. The two dogs trotted over to Henry’s bowls before moving back to him, looking for treats. He grabbed a couple of Greenies and tossed them on Henry’s big dog bed. “That should keep you two busy for a little while.”
Back in the old-fashioned bathroom with its large, claw-foot tub and old pedestal sink, Ridge leaned over to turn on the taps, watching as the hot water gushed into the deep tub. After relieving himself, he wandered over to the linen closet and grabbed a box of Epsom salts; that should help his sore hip and leg muscles.
Just as he was about to dump the salts into the water, Drew’s hand came around him and grabbed the box.
“What have you got there? Let me see what you’re putting in the water.”
“Huh?”
Drew smirked slyly. “I worked your ass pretty hard, brat. It might be tender.”
Ridge blushed at that, feeling embarrassed as Drew stared.
After confirming the box contained Epsom salts, Drew dumped an amount in the water. “Now, that surprises me, sweetheart. It really does.” He huffed out a laugh as he set the box of salts onto the counter. “You were wild as the wind on the way over here and crazy when we got here. And now you’re blushing?” Drew laughed some more as he reached over and turned off the water Ridge had forgotten.
Ridge shrugged his shoulders and dropped his head in confusion, rubbing his toe on the tile floor. Truth to tell, he still didn’t know what had come over him earlier. Maybe because he’d spent almost thirty years leading a fairly boring life?
Voice gentle, Drew held out an arm. “Come on, killer. Let’s get in here before it gets cool.”
Ridge let his hand be taken, and he was tugged forward gently. Drew helped him over the tall rim of the tub, then stepped in behind.
Sinking down gingerly, whistling low as the heated water hit his ass, Ridge slowly lowered himself to a sitting position. When he was finally settled on the tub bottom, Drew’s strong arms went around him and gently eased him back. The old tub was long enough that they could stretch their legs out, and they both sighed as their bodies relaxed in the hot water.
“I could get used to this.” Drew’s low voice rumbled in his ear.
Over his embarrassment at last and finally at ease (he had to confess Drew had been right, his hole had stung a little when the hot water hit it), Ridge smiled to himself.
Me, too.
Chapter 12
Don’t go around your elbow to get to your thumb.
Ridge Huntington
The following Friday, Ridge was putting away his tools when one of the other carpenters poked a head in the doorway, looking for Ridge. Spotting him where he stood at the gangbox, which stored the company’s tools and equipment during off hours, the other guy waved a hand.
“Hey, Ridge! We’re heading over to The White Horse. You going to join us?” The White Horse was a nearby tavern. The crew had been heading there on Fridays since they’d started the job at this location a couple of months ago. “Boss man said he might be there later.”
Ridge considered the invitation. “Yeah, maybe I will.” He hadn’t gone with the crew in several weeks. “I’ve got to finish up here, though. I’ll meet you in a few.” He nodded to the carpenter and finished closing up the gangbox. He hadn’t seen Tony Lopez in a while. It would be nice to talk to him again.
Drew had said he’d be tied up for a while the last time they’d talked, earlier that afternoon. The city boy had been close-mouthed about whatever his new job was, hadn’t wanted to talk too much about it. He knew Drew had been out to the barn quite a bit to check on how his horse had settled in, plus Drew had been working on plans for the move to the Dugan house. Ridge had been quite satisfied to learn that Drew had indeed wanted the place immediately. The twenty-acre site was a treasure, and it probably would have been snapped up quickly, even in the down market they were experiencing.
The two of them had been together a couple of nights at Ridge’s apartment. Ridge had gotten dinner from the inn kitchen and a movie from Netflix on one occasion, and Drew had brought takeout on the second. Both times, they’d managed to squeeze in some hot, naked man-love. Ridge shivered with remembered pleasure.
Tonight, though, he didn’t know if he’d see Drew. And damned if he was going to wait around to find out. Maybe he’d give Shelby a call from the bar and see if his man-panion wanted some company.
Half an hour later, Ridge was sitting at a table with three men from his crew. Carrie Underwood was playing from the jukebox on the far wall, and the guys were raucous as ever. They were ribbing each other and laughing while passing around the bar snacks, and sipping their beer. Since he usually went home to work on his projects, he didn’t socialize with them too much. Once in a while, though, he did hang out to celebrate the end of another workweek.
Ridge usually felt at home with the crew while at work -- although they didn’t know he preferred men -- and he really hadn’t heard any of them knocking gays. Sure there was the occasional snigger about fags, but there wasn’t much that the guys didn’t ridicule. Nothing was sacred on a construction site. Nothing.
Jack, the carpenter who’d come to get him earlier, leaned over. “So, what’s been going on with you lately? You don’t usually come out with us on Fridays.” Jack was a nice enough guy, Ridge supposed. They worked well as a team on the job. Jack was fairly quiet and did his work well.
Ridge liked that because he was the same way. Now, he shrugged easily. “I don’t know. Just felt like it tonight. I wanted to say hey to Tony anyway. I haven’t seen much of him lately.”
“Yeah. I heard he brought in a partner or something. Maybe we’l
l meet the new guy tonight.” Jack leaned forward and grabbed a handful of pretzels, then sat back and began munching.
Ridge nodded as he took a sip of his draft. “Mmm, this does taste good, I do have to admit.”
He looked around the bar, taking note of the people around him. The office workers were just starting to come in, since their day ended later than the construction crew’s did. He saw some of the guys eyeing the women as they walked in, and he grinned to himself as the women eyed the men right back. He gulped, though, when he noticed one of the newcomers staring at him and smiling.
Jack whispered to him. “Looks like you’ve got a fan, boy.”
Ridge slid down in his chair and brought his glass to his lips, hiding behind it, mumbling.
Grinning, Jack gave him a look. “What?”
Ridge peeked over at the woman and saw she was still watching him. She motioned to her friends and they walked over to the crew’s table. “Do you boys mind if we join you?” At the hasty nods from the rest of the crew, the three women settled into chairs the men quickly pulled over for them.
The woman who’d spoken sat down at Ridge’s left, her chair snugged up against his in the tight confines around the table. She was blond, pretty, looked about thirty, and was nicely dressed in a jacket and skirt.
“I’m Sharon.” She smiled nicely. “This is Bailey, and that’s Rhonda.” Sharon gestured in turn to the two other women. “We usually try to come in on Fridays, but I don’t think I’ve seen y’all here before.” She smiled as she turned back to Ridge, directing her last comment to him. The rest of the crew snickered into their beer, and the other two women giggled at the construction workers.
Blushing, Ridge took another drink of his beer, downing half of the glass while he tried to think of something to say. He never knew how to act around the women who came onto him. He didn’t do anything to attract them, yet they wouldn’t leave him alone. That was one of the real reasons he didn’t socialize with the guys much after work.
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