I chuckled. “And if I’d said I was too sore to fuck again?”
“I can pivot. There are plenty of ways to get each other off.” He winked.
“Ah.” I cleared my throat. “Well, thanks. I’m glad one of us was thinking.”
One blond eyebrow curved to a perfect arch. “Hmm, am I sensing a bit of disappointment in your tone, Alex?” he asked, voice thick with seductive suspicion.
“What? No.”
Yes.
Ryder scooted closer. “You sure about that? You sure you don’t like the idea of me emptying my balls in your ass without anything between us?”
My face heated. Fuck yes, I loved the idea. I just didn’t know why. “I…”
“Because I gotta tell you, the thought of pushing your thick ass cheeks apart and watching my load drip out of your hole after fucking it raw is very—”
“Jesus, Ryder.” If he finished that sentence, I was likely to roll over and beg him to do just that. “That’s too fucking much.”
His wicked grin grew. “I don’t think you mean that, but okay.” He kissed me. “I’ll back off. So, it’s Sunday. Do you have anything going on today?”
I blinked. How the hell did he switch subjects so easily? My entire body was on fire again, and that fire had roasted my brain to a charred, unusable organ. “Uh… two study groups on campus. One at noon and another from two until three.”
He nodded. “How about we grab some breakfast, then I can drop you at home after so you can get ready for your study groups. Then maybe I can pick you up after, and you can come with me to the LGBTQ+ youth center.”
The question slipped from him without hesitation, but he averted his eyes, and tension passed from his body to mine. Funny how he could talk about fucking without condoms no problem, but inviting me into his life made him uncertain.
Did I want to spend a large part of the day with him? Shower, get dressed, go out to breakfast, then reconvene to get a glimpse into something important to him? Something he didn’t seem to share with others.
The same warm feeling I’d been experiencing recently spread throughout my chest.
“Yeah.” I refused to acknowledge the thickness in my throat or the way his eyes lit up at my agreement, but it did give me the courage to say, “I’d really like to do all of that with you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
RYDER
After a lengthy shower in which we wasted plenty of water getting each other off again, Alex and I made the frigid walk to a trendy café two blocks from my apartment building.
He reached the entrance first and grabbed the door, stepping aside to hold it open for me. My stomach fluttered at the considerate gesture. “Thanks.”
As we stepped inside, warmth and the mouth-watering scents of cinnamon and coffee surrounded us, making my stomach growl.
Grunting out a laugh, Alex stomped the snow off his boots onto the rug and then walked toward the short line of customers waiting to order. “Hungry much?”
“Yes.” Trailing after him, I had to press my lips together to keep from whistling at the sight of that gorgeous ass in his sweatpants. “I’m fucking starving.”
He glanced over his shoulder and arched an eyebrow. “Sure, you haven’t had enough to eat?”
“Never.”
He grinned. Lighthearted Alex didn’t poke his head out to play too often, especially not around me, so I lapped up that easy smile like a thirsty dog. “What are you thinking?” I asked as we moved to the on-deck spot in line.
Alex craned his neck to see the glass display cases housing rows of delicious pastries and breakfast treats. He said something, but my attention was locked on the deep purple bruise rising from the collar of his winter coat. My cock twitched. Damn, he looked good with my mark on him. I’d sucked a few hickeys in other places as well. Too bad I’d been too horny in the shower to think about enjoying them up close and personal because the love bite on his neck was so sexy. I wanted to lick it right there.
Again.
“Ryder?” Alex’s forehead wrinkled. “Did you hear me?”
