Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Noooooo!” Remi squealed and tried to make a grab for him. “Don’t open…”
Remi flopped back onto the mattress when he realized he was too late to stop Ryder from seeing his extensive toy collection. Humiliation seeped into every pore of his body. He was sure every healthy gay man in the world had a toy collection, but he still wasn’t excited about the man of his dreams viewing his. When he heard Ryder’s soft chuckle, he grew even more embarrassed.
“Calm down, Boy Wonder,” Ryder said. “We all have toys. It’s nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.” He continued to fumble around in the drawer and finally had to ask, “Where are your condoms?”
Oh, shit! Remi knew this conversation would end up embarrassing him even more. The truth, in this case, was more awkward than a lie. He’d lie. Lying would be better than admitting the truth. He cleared his throat and answered, “Oh, must have just ran out. I fly through those things, ya know.” Nonchalant—that’s what he’d been going for. Epic failure.
Ryder’s head popped up and he stared at Remi for several long, uncomfortable moments. There was a look on his face that could possibly be a mixture of jealousy and suspicion. “That active, are we?” he snapped as he stood up and walked over to retrieve the jeans he tossed aside before they’d climbed into bed. He fumbled through his pockets, pulled out his wallet, and tucked two condoms into his palm before tossing the jeans back to the floor. His jawline looked tight enough to snap. Nearly all the warmth and arousal that had been swimming in his gray eyes had vanished.
Remi gulped. Disappointing Ryder was worse than his own embarrassment, he realized. “Nah. I just didn’t need them. Don’t be mad at me.” If Ryder put the brakes on them being together again, Remi wasn’t sure what he’d do.
Ryder’s stare grew even darker, causing Remi to pull the sheet up to cover everything below the waist. His arousal suddenly felt…out of place.
“Are you telling me you don’t practice safe sex, Remington?” Ryder demanded as he stomped back toward the bed. “Because if that’s what you’re saying, I’m going to spank your ass until you won’t be able to sit down for a month. Fuck, Remi. You can’t just live life on the edge like that. I know you guys are young and want to have a good time but getting sick and dying isn’t fun. Damn!” He sat on the edge of the bed and toyed with the condoms he’d pulled from his wallet. “It…it makes me sick to think about something happening to you.” He turned and locked eyes with Remi. “I want you to promise me you won’t do it anymore, okay? No more unsafe sex.”
Remi was pissed. How dare Ryder act like they’d be having sex with other people going forward? He wanted to punch his pretty face. Either that or crawl into the damn cat’s townhouse and cry himself back to sleep. He didn’t do things like Ryder. He wasn’t interested in casual sex. Ryder had been his last sex and there was nothing fucking casual about it…at least not to him.
“Well, I guess if you want to make sure I’m not having unprotected sex with strangers, maybe you should keep your ass in my bed.” He glared back at Ryder. “If I’m satisfied, I won’t have to hook up with other men.” That was the biggest line of desperate bullshit that had ever spilled out of his mouth.
The angry look on Ryder’s face softened somewhat. Okay, just a tad. Itsy bit. Maybe Remi imagined the softness?
Ryder climbed back onto the bed. His movements reminded Remi of a large cat stalking prey and every ripple of muscle acted as an aphrodisiac. When Ryder yanked the sheets down and then tossed them onto the floor at the foot of the bed, Remi’s legs automatically fell open. If there was a giant VACANCY sign flashing above his head, he wouldn’t be at all surprised. With just one come-hither glance, this man could make him do about any damn thing he asked.
Words that he’d wanted to keep hidden suddenly started flowing from his big fat mouth. “I don’t keep condoms here because I don’t need them. I, uh, don’t have sex…often.” Ryder settled his larger body between his opened legs and then, with his eyes locked with Remi’s, literally ripped Remi’s boxer briefs to get them out of the way.
“Or ever,” Remi added softly. Breathlessly. He couldn’t think straight. His balls were so damn full, they ached. His cock leaked. His nerves tingled.
“Or ever, what?” Ryder asked as his tongue darted out to flick against Remi’s nipple, making the nerve endings harden.
Remi’s back arched off the bed and a moan slipped from between his lips. What was Ryder asking him? He wanted to answer intelligently…he really did, but with Ryder’s tongue doing wicked things to his body, he couldn’t seem to answer with anything more than animalistic sounds. He thrust his hips and the movement caused his dripping cock to slide along Ryder’s six pack. If he didn’t at least try to get things under control, he would come before they even got started. Not cool. Not cool. Not. Cool.