“Right there!”Ryker shouted.
Theirpacegrew frantic.Wes firmly gripped Ryker’s cock with one hand,sliding and tugging, determined that his sexy angel would comefirst.Wes glanced at Ryker’s face, and his heart stopped when hesaw the raw expression of hunger in those big blue eyes.Suddenly,Ryker’s hole spasmed tightly around his dick.
“Wes!”
Wes thrust once more before his visionshattered and he was lost to overwhelming pleasure.Aftershocksrolled through him, and his hips finally slowed their movement.Eventually, he found the strength to open his eyes.He took inRyker’s satiated form, lying there with his arms out, cum all overhis stomach and chest, and a smile on his beautiful, swollenlips.
Wes gently pulled out and disposed of thecondom, then sauntered back into the bedroom with a warm, wet clothfor Ryker.They cleaned up silently.Wes lay down on the bed,unsure of what to do or say next, if anything.Once again, he wasat a loss for words around this man.
Ryker rolled onto his side, head propped upon his hand, and looked down at him with those intense eyes.Wesshivered in reaction.He watched as Ryker leaned in and kissed himsoftly, then with increasing urgency.Would he ever get enough ofhis tempting mouth?He let out a sigh, closing his eyes briefly asRyker continued to seduce him.
And now it was Tuesday, and Wes was boardinga plane to Atlanta for his book tour.He should be thrilled.He’dgotten everything he wanted with none of the day-after drama.Sowhy was his stomach tied up in knots?
He’d left early in the morning, leaving anote instead of waking Ryker.Was that a shitty thing to do?Maybe.But he feared that waking together would only lead to a repeat ofthe sexy night they’d shared.And they had agreed to one nightonly.It couldn’t interfere with their work.So he’d left withoutsaying goodbye in person, fighting his inner voice that said don’tdo it.They’d expended their mutual passion, and now it was time toget back to their normal routines.No problem, since neither ofthem was looking for anything else.
What else was there?Wes had everything he’dever wanted.
He finally got to his seat and settled in,then stared out the window as the plane taxied down the runway tenminutes later.Oblivious to his seat mate or others on board, helet his mind wander to the night before and wondered why the memoryof leaving Ryker without saying goodbye left him feeling sobereft.
****
Ryker
Ryker woke around ten thirty AM.His bedroomwas dark, and the air was heavy with the lingering smells of sexand sweat.He reached across the bed to wrap his arm around Wes,but the only thing he felt was the cold sheet.
He rubbed his eyes and searched for hisglasses, realizing he’d left them in the living room lastnight—last night, when he’d reached out to Wes and their chemistryignited in a sensuous dance that blew every other sexual experiencehe’d had away.
He reached into the bedside drawer for hisspare glasses and perched them on his nose, then noticed the paperleaning against a glass of water.
I didn’t want to wake you.I don’t know whatto say.I guess I’m still having writer’s block.Or maybe it’s justthat I’m used to texting and not writing longhand anymore.Probablybest I don’t say anything about last night except that I had anamazing time.
I’m looking forward to working with you.Text or call anytime.
Wes
P.S.I fed Spock and took him for a walk atseven.
P.P.S.Ship me two dozen Sadie’s bagels, plsand thanks.
P.P.P.S.I adopted Rudy from the shelter.Luca is arranging to have him flown up next week and will stay withhim until I return from my book tour.Bringing a little bit of NewYork City home with me.
Ryker smiled at the last item.
“You’ve got a soft spot, Wes Stewart,” hesaid to himself.“Too bad it’s not for me.”Though he appreciatedthe note, Ryker couldn’t help but feel slighted that Wes didn’twake him to say goodbye in person.His feelings were ridiculous,really, since they both agreed they would move on after lastnight.
The apartment was quiet, as per usual.Theonly sound was that of Spock snoring gently on the dog bed in thecorner of the bedroom.Normally, Ryker welcomed the silence, butthis morning it felt different.Empty.Lonely even.Funny howhaving Wes in his space for even a short period of time upendedRyker’s routine and left him feeling out of sorts.Wes was atemporary distraction, though, and it was time for Ryker to putthis ridiculous sense of disappointment to rest and get back to hisusual regimen of work and more work.
Ryker moved his body slowly, stretching outhis muscles.He was sore in all the right places.He ran his handover his puffy lips and glanced down at his skin littered with lovebites.His ass felt tender, too, but he’d slept so soundly that heignored the aches.He’d had a memorable night and he didn’t have todeal with any awkward morning-after bullshit.They were both adultswho were only interested in physical pleasure.And now that wasdone, so they could move on.All is good and normal today.Right?
Ryker reached out and grabbed the pillow onthe other side of the bed, bringing it up to his face.The uniqueblendof orange, musk, and salt hit him,and he closed his eyes, savoring it.Ryker recalled every sight andsound from last night, but especially the look of pure pleasurethat had come over Wes’s handsome face when he climaxed.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Rykerstripped the bed.He was determined to lock everything from lastnight—including Wes’s lingering scent and euphoric face—in a memoryfar behind him.
Chapter Fourteen
Wes
Another day, another morning TV showappearance.
