“I think he’s in the gym,” Les tells me.
Pecking her lips, I go toward the gym and push open the door. Ryder is laid back on the weight bench, but it looks like he’s lost in thought. He hears the door open and sits up.
“Can we talk?” I ask. He grunts as an answer, and I grit my teeth to keep from snapping again. “What’s your deal?”
“My deal?” he asks angrily, turning those eyes on me. “My deal is you went behind my fucking back.”
I frown at that. “I made a couple of phone calls behind your back. That’s it.” I walk further into the gym. “What’s this really about?”
“You should have told me. I could have made the phone calls for you.”
“Ryder, I don’t need you to make phone calls for me.”
“And that’s it, right? You don’t need me anymore,” Ryder says, then stands up. That’s when it hits me. Ryder has gotten so used to taking care of me that he hasn’t realized I don’t need him in that way anymore. Being with them has built my confidence. I’m that scared kid they brought here.
“I’ll always need you,” I say, walking toward him. “But you have to understand that I can do things now I couldn’t do before. You have to let me be a man.”
“You don’t think I know that!” Ryder half yells. “Fuck, Holden. I know that. It’s just hard to realize you don’t need me for much anymore.”
“The only thing I need is this,” I say, gesturing between us. “That doesn’t mean I feel any different about you.”
His shoulders drop, all the tension leaving him at once. “I’m a fucking dick.”
I shrug. “You are.” His eyes narrow. “But that’s one of the things I love about you. You’re unapologetically yourself, no matter what.”
Wrapping a hand on the back of my neck, he pulls me until my forehead is against his. “I’m proud of you,Bello. For the man you’ve become and for thinking about this family enough to design that tracker.”
I wrap my arms around his waist. “You guys are my family. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to protect you guys.”
Ryder pecks my lips once before grabbing my hand and practically dragging me from the room. “Where are we going?” I ask with a laugh.
“Upstairs,” he says gruffly, and I know what that means without asking. We get to his room, and he jerks me inside, pulling his shirt over his head. “Naked. Now.” Doing as he says without question, Istart pulling my clothes off while watching him reveal all of his glorious naked skin. Once his cock is free, he begins roughly stroking it, squeezing the head, making pre-cum drip from the tip. “Get on the bed on your back.”
I shiver at the commanding tone in his voice. I’ve heard him use it with Les, but he’s never used it with me, and it makes my cock jerk. Laying sideways across the bed as he said, I wait for his next move. He digs around in his bedside table and tosses a bottle of lube on the bed before straddling my thighs. Pulling my cock against his, he squeezes his thighs against mine, closing them.
He starts stroking our cocks together in his big fist, looking me dead in the eye. “I want to fuck you,” he rasps. “I want this whole house to hear how good I fuck you.” He strokes harder, making me groan. “Because no matter what happens between you and anyone else in this house? You. Are. Mine.”
“You’re mine too,” I reply hoarsely.
“You better fucking believe it,Bello,” he answers, leaning down and rubbing his body against mine. “You’ve had me tied in knots from day one with your innocent looks. But you aren’t innocent, are you?” I shake my head, and he chuckles deeply. “You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp when his cock slides against mine.
“Good,” he growls.
Sitting back on his knees, he quickly squirts lube onto his fingers before knocking my legs apart with his knees. He slowly slides his hand between my butt cheeks, rubbing the tip of his finger around my back hole. Grabbing my cock with one hand, he slides a finger inside me, working it in and out before adding a second finger. “Oh fuck,” I groan. I watch his eyes darken to black, the color that makes him look like a predator. And right now, I’m his prey. Stroking my cock in time with his fingers, he starts pumping harder. “Ryder,” I groan again.
“Say it again,” he says, almost savagely. I don’t know what came over him, but I love it.
“Ryder.”
“That’s it,Bello,” he purrs. “You want my cock?” I nod fast. “How bad?”
I groan. “Bad. Ryder, please.”
He grins, making him look even more like a predator. Pulling his fingers out, he squirts lube directly onto his cock. “You’re mine,” he repeats, massaging the lube in. Not giving me a chance to reply, he lines up and slams his hips forward, burying every inch inside me in one firm push.
“Fuck!” I grit out, grabbing ahold of his hips and pulling him closer.
