“Well, I can see you likethat.”Ian’s voice—the real life one, not the fantasy one—jarred Sam.
Camouflaging bubbles, my boiled pink ass.Sam stood up, boner and all, and got the hell out of the hot tub.Without thinking about where he was headed or what he was going to tell Nik (if he ever showed up), he fled.
Ian caught him in the laundry room.Came up silently behind him, sliding an arm around his waist and palming Sam’s chest, then pulling him back into his body.His dick poked into Sam’s cheek muscle like it was checking him for tenderness.
Sam had ignored it when Ian walked in.He had no clue how Ian had found him in the laundry room, couldn’t even explain how he’d ended up there, hands planted on the dryer, trying to get a grip and a full breath.But he’d felt Ian enter the room, and then he’d pretended to not know Ian was there.
God, he was such an idiot.He wanted to tilt his hips back and feel the head of Ian’s cock trace down his crack.He wanted Ian to not ask, to simply fuck him.Wanted Ian to bend him forward over the machine and work his cock into him.Wanted to keep pretending that he didn’t want it the whole time Ian was inside him.Wanted Ian to just take.
I think it’s time for me to accept the current reality.Ian was a bastard and a flirt, and he wanted Sam.Sam could get his rocks off with the hottest guy he’d ever had a chance to be with—probably ever would have the chance to be with—wake up alone in the morning andthenwait for his Mr.Right.
His second choice was to hang on to the romance-novel ideal, leave the room, and wait forever for his knight in shining armor.’Cause Ian?Wasn’t anyone’s knight.Jurgen knew what he was talking about.
“If you aren’t interested, kid, you need to tell me.”Ian’s voice thrummed in the muscles at the nape of Sam’s neck.
He didn’t say anything.His gut tightened up into an excited ball of energy.
Ian waited a few moments, then slid his hand up, circling Sam’s neck.“The way you looked at me, I think you’re interested.You’ve been watching me all night, Sam, haven’t you?”Ian’s hand slid down, thumb stroking across Sam’s nipple.“Tell me.”
“Yes.”Sam closed his eyes.He might have swayed backward.
“You were watching me out there by the hot tub too.You saw something you liked, didn’t you, kid?”
Don’t say anything.He doesn’t need to know.
Sam nodded when Ian’s thumb stroked his nipple again, sending out radiating waves of want.
“What was it, Sam?”Ian murmured in his ear.Sam swallowed.“Want me to guess?”Sam bit his lip.“Hmm.You ever been with a guy who isn’t cut, kiddo?”
“No,” Sam whispered.His ass cheeks clenched involuntarily.Not exactly what he’d been fantasizing about, but so hot.
“Mmm.You like that?You want it, kid?”Ian pressed himself against Sam, thrusting gently against his ass.
“Yeah.”He didn’t even know if he was answering Ian’s question or simply encouraging him.Either way, he didn’t want Ian to stop.Wanted to feel that skin slip against his more.
Ian’s other hand drifted down the curve of Sam’s butt, stroking him.Ian slid it to the underside of Sam’s cheek, fingertips tickling the sensitive skin just where it met his thigh.“You have a nice ass, you know that?”
I do?Sam was so startled he could barely shake his head.
“I want to bury myself in it.”Ian’s chin scraped Sam’s shoulder, the whiskers almost too rough.His lips moved against Sam’s ear.“Would you let me fuck you?”
“Yes,” Sam gasped.Then he gave in and tilted his hips back, pressing himself against Ian, feeling the hair at Ian’s groin rasping against his skin.One of Ian’s hands pressed low on his abdomen; his other hand slid back up to Sam’s throat.
“Would you let me fuck you right here, bent over the washing machine?Maybe holding your hands behind your back?”
“Oh, God.”Sam’s breath was coming too fast.He tried to slow it down—hyperventilating and passing out wouldsuck.“Dryer.This is a dryer.”
“With the door open behind us?”
Sam froze.“The door’s open?”He felt Ian smile against the back of his neck.Sam pulled away and turned to see the door ajar.“Where are Nik and Jurgen?”
Now he saw Ian’s smug smile, which put another damper on the moment.“I don’t think they’re going to make it out of their bedroom, judging by the noises I heard.”
So typical of Nik to throw him under the bus just because Jurgen wanted to get it on.Of course, if Sam had someone as hot as Jurgen pawing at him, working to convince him to skip the hot-tubbing ...
Ian leaned forward until his chest hair just rubbed against Sam’s skin, sensitizing it.His jaw scraped across Sam’s, and he whispered in Sam’s ear, “How about you let me fuck you in your room instead?”
Oh.Hedidhave a guy as hot as Jurgen, and Ian was evenworkingfor it.He wanted Sam enough to put effort intoseducinghim.
