Math, I could do. Math came easy to me. Hopefully, I could help this girl, whose name I still needed to learn.
The afternoon passed in a blink. One by one, kids came to me for assistance with their homework after my new friend, Alyssa, left with excitement and a newfound understanding of integer equations.
Ryder was the hit of the entire center. Each kid vied for his attention, gobbling up his smiles and praise like their favorite candy. Every so often, our gazes would meet, and he’d send me a wink or a private, pleased smile that made every ounce of nerves I’d felt worth coming here.
We were about an hour in when I realized I was having fun. A lot of fun. These kids were funny, sweet, and full of so much energy that I could barely keep up. But what took the afternoon from fun to spectacular was watching Ryder. He was in his element working with these kids. The career change to education made perfect sense. Myboyfriendwas a natural and belonged in an environment working with kids. He truly cared about everykid here, giving them his full, sincere attention. When a few hours in, he mouthed thank you, I couldn’t stop myself from blowing him a discreet kiss like some sappy romance movie character.
If his father saw him in action, there’d be no way to deny this was where Ryder shone. As his new boyfriend, I’d make sure to not only tell him that but also stand by his side when his father fought against it. Nothing, not even parental pressure, should keep him from achieving this dream.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
RYDER
Over the next few weeks, Alex and I became the subject of endless workplace teasing and pranks. At first, we’d tried to keep our relationship on the down-low, but that plan crashed and burned after only four days when Trevor walked into the staff room to find me shoved up against the lockers with Alex’s tongue down my throat.
Okay, so maybe we hadn’t been trying that hard to keep things private, but what the hell was I supposed to do when he prowled into the staff room while I was on break, looking all sweaty and glittery from that damn gold body paint Parker insisted we wear on Saturday nights? The man should be categorized as a lethal weapon. I’d had no choice but to allow him to slam me against the lockers and kiss me brainless. It was only after Trevor walked in and shrieked like a damn banshee that I realized boners and Top Shelf uniforms didn’t mix.
Since that day, we’d suffered a series of juvenile pranks, routine invasive questions about our sex life, and constant ribbing. I loved every second of it. Each time Trevor begged to know our favorite positions or Dom ribbed me for doing a shitty job covering up a hickey—Alex was a biter, and I did not hate it—I got a secret thrill. Alex was mine, and my coworkers talking about it as though they had nothing interesting in their own lives only reinforced that fact.
At first, Alex worried about how Parker would react to the news of our relationship. He couldn’t lose the job and feared our boss would have a problem with our relationship. It turned out the fear had been unfounded. Parker was a great boss and told us that as long as our relationship didn’t interfere with our job performance, he didn’t care. So, we kept things friendly while serving drinks and entertaining customers, though our level of flirting with customers took a nosedive—another thing I didn’t hate. I quickly found out I had a bit of a possessive side I struggled to squash when men hit on my guy right in front of my face.
Which was how I found myself bent over, palms flat on a VIP table with two of Alex’s tremendously talented fingers buried deep in my ass twenty minutes after closing on a night Parker trusted us to lock up.
“So?” Alex asked as he pegged my prostate and made me see stars. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
He’d only yanked my shorts down far enough to free my cock and access my ass. I was harder than I’d ever been and leaking all over the damn VIP table. If the Department of Health sent an investigator tomorrow, we’d be royally fucked. Though I was hoping to get fucked a lot sooner than that.
“You’re not talking.” Alex twisted his fingers and grabbed the base of my cock at the same time, sending a riotous jolt of lightning through me while denying me the release my body already craved.
“Alex…” I whined, slapping the table. “Fuck me already.”
His dark chuckle settled low in my stomach, twisting the coil of need tighter. “Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”
God, he was going to be the death of me in the most erotic way possible. “Fine,” I managed as I panted through the near-painful pleasure his hands wrung from me. “I didn’t like it.”
“Didn’t like what?”
He was determined to make me spell out every damn word. Fine. That’s what he’d get. “Your customer came on to you. He wanted to fuck you. He wanted to fuck what’s—” I needed to shut up now.
But Alex had no intention of letting me. He stroked my cock as he continued fingering my ass and driving me insane. “Keep going.”
“Goddammit, Alex, he wanted to fuck what’s mine. You’re mine, and he was hitting on you right in front of me. Yes, I was goddamn jealous. I fucking hated it. You happy now?”
His fingers disappeared, leaving me feeling so empty I couldn’t help the pitiful whine that left my throat. I’d pissed him off. Alex was more concerned than I was about what our coworkers and Parker thought of us. He hated PDA, even if he was an animal in private.
He stroked my cock twice then his hand vanished as well. Just as I was about to beg for something, a mouth, more fingers in my ass, his hand back on my weeping cock, something, I heard the rustle of a condom package.
Oh yes.
Two seconds later, the thick head of his cock nestled against my entrance.
“Fuck yeah, I’m happy.”
He shoved into me in one long, smooth, forceful thrust that had my back arching and my sweaty hands slipping on the table. I loved being filled by him. Nothing beat the feeling of his cock in my ass. Well, maybe mine in his—no, it was a clear tie. I had to admit, I was more of a slut for ass play than Alex was, though he bottomed, demanded to bottom, more than I’d assumed. Still, I fucking loved his dick in my ass. I’d take him every morning, noon, and night if I could.
Once he buried himself as deep as possible, he curled over my back and spoke in my ear. “Tell me what you saw.”
“Move.”
