“For now,” I tease. “You guys have always been on-again, off-again.”
“Pretty sure it’s off for good; she’s engaged.”
“Oh. Shit.” I’m not sure what else to say. I’ve only met Tabitha a few times, and she seems like a cool chick. They’ve always been open, so I’m surprised to hear that an engagement would end things between them, and I say as much.
“It was me who called it, actually,” Nate confesses. “I love Tabby to death, you know that. And what we had worked for a long time, until it didn’t. I’d been thinking of ending it for a while, and when she told me that Brent proposed…it just made sense. We had a lot of good years together, and she’ll always be in my life. It’s been a weird adjustment, but it was the right thing for both of us.”
“Well, I’m glad you were both on the same page.” I busy myself with testing the lights so I don’t have to look at him when I ask this next question. “Were you…I mean, did you guys ever…like, have a hard time being open?”
Nathan lets out a low hum, considering. “Not really, to be honest. That was never our issue. She’s always known that I’m bi, and she had no problem with me hooking up with men. I didn’t really hook up with too many other women, but she was cool with that, too. Most of our issues were personality clashes. You know what they say about redheads.”
I don’t, but Nate doesn’t seem to notice. “So, you guys never got, like…jealous of one another’s other partners then?”
Nathan stops what he’s doing and turns to face me full-on, studying me carefully. “We really didn’t. I’m happy for her and Brent. But…Luke, are you feeling jealous of Riley working with other people?”
Goddammit, how does he always clock me so quickly? This is why I don’t hang out with him more often; it’s like having my mail read every time. “I just…I’ve never done this before, you know?” I hate how small my voice sounds. I glance toward the changing room to make sure Riley hasn’t emerged before I continue. “It’s a lot fucking harder than I expected to see him with other people. I just don’t trust anyone else to treat him the way he deserves to be treated. I’ve never thought of myself as jealous, but I guess I’ve never had anyone to be jealous about before, either.”
“But you trusthim,right?”
I frown at the question, because the answer is obvious: “Well, yeah, of course I do.”
“Then trust him to know what he can and can’t handle,” Nathan advises. “Of course no one else is going to treat him like you do because they aren’t his partner. But that doesn’t automatically mean they’re going to treat him like trash, either. What matters is that he feels comfortable with the people he works with. And I’m not saying your feelings are invalid, but you have to defer to him on what he’s comfortable doing with his body.”
I mull that over for a moment. He’s right, as much as I hate to admit it. “Does it get easier?” I ask. “Seeing your partner with someone else?”
“I want to say it does, but Tabby and I had a relationship totally different from you and Riley.” He shrugs. “I obviously don’t know the kid that well, but he seems to know who he is andwhat he wants. Trust him with that, and you guys will figure it out.”
I’m prevented from answering when Riley appears from behind the curtain at the other end of the room, wearing black track pants with white stripes running down the sides and a black muscle tee with the sleeves cut off, the arm holes gaping open to give me a great view of his lats and obliques. My mouth waters at the sight. I can’t believe he’s mine. At the end of the day, the guys he works with may get a few hours with him, but all that is coming home withme.
“Wait till you see what you get to wear,” Riley says with a sly smile as he approaches. “I can’t wait to see you in it. And then get you out of it.”
“Well, I guess I better get changed then,” I agree, looking him up and down shamelessly. “I definitely like what I’m seeing so far.”
He winks and gives me a little pat on the ass as I make my way past him.
A few minutes later, I emerge donning a pair of tight white football pants that do absolutely nothing to hide the outline of my dick without a cup, and a black mesh cropped jersey with a shark on the front that matches Riley’s tee, the number sixty-nine on the back. I’m reaching back to remove the thick cable chain choker I put on this morning when Riley grabs my wrist. “Leave it,” he says darkly, eyes flashing with unmistakable lust. Heat flares up my spine, and I’m already hard. Nathan better be set up because I’m about to start this thing, whether he’s recording or not.
Riley is obviously feeling the same, because he fists the front of the jersey with both hands and growls, “Come here,” before yanking me toward him and crushing his lips to mine. I have no control over the surprised little whine that escapes me, and he opens his mouth to swallow it down, lips moving hungrily overmine. His tongue forces its way past my lips, and there’s nothing sweet or gentle about this kiss. His hands feel like they’re everywhere, sliding over my exposed abdomen and traveling up under the jersey to tweak and twist my nipples at the same time he nips hard at my lower lip, making me cry out. He pushes his hips into me with a snarl, and I groan into his mouth when I feel how hard he is against me.
Hopefully Nathan is getting all of this because there’s no stopping us now.
Suddenly, Riley pulls away, leaving me panting and off-balance, his predatory gaze roving over me as he licks his lips hungrily. “Your body is so fucking sexy, babe,” he breathes in that same dark voice.
I don’t know what Nathan had planned, but Riley’s not in any frame of mind to draw this out. This is going to be a fast, feral fuck, and I’m just going to have to hang on for the ride. Riley has been getting me ready the last few times we’ve fucked, slowly teasing me open with his fingers a little more each time, and I’ve been pretty confident I can take him…but this beast in front of me now isn’t any version I’ve seen of Riley before, and I’m simultaneously more turned on than I’ve ever been and a little bit nervous. He’s still assessing me with that hungry gaze as he reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one swift motion.
I don’t even have time to admire him in return before he’s sliding his hands down my ribcage to grip my waist and spinning me to face the bench. I stumble forward at the abrupt motion, catching myself with both hands on the smooth, lacquered wood. When I go to straighten, I feel a firm palm between my shoulder blades, commanding me to stay put. My skin is tingling in anticipation as I straddle the bench, bent over enough to push my ass into the air, presenting for him. He growls under hisbreath in appreciation, obviously liking what he sees, and I love not knowing what he’s going to do next.
His hands skim down my back, along my waist, over my ass (where he pauses to squeeze), and down my hamstrings before one hand returns to my cheek and the other slides between my legs to fondle my swollen balls. I’m so fucking hard that it’s already painful, and the sounds I’m making would be embarrassing if I were in my right mind enough to care. His fingers gently tug and caress my sac through the fabric before migrating to my aching cock. He hums in approval when he feels the damp spot on the front of my pants. “So wet already,” he breathes. “I love the way this big cock leaks for me.”
I barely register the words; I’m so aroused already. “Please,” I whine. “Please, baby…” I don’t even know what I’m asking for. I just know I need more of whatever he wants to do to me. He’s barely touched me, and I’m delirious with want.
“Please what, babe?” Riley croons, removing his hand and grabbing me by the waist again. His hips connect with my ass as he slides his clothed erection between my cheeks. I’m annoyed by the layers separating us. I want to feel him skin-on-skin, and I try to find the words to tell him that’s what I need, but I only manage to let out another low whine as I push back into him. “You need a cock in this pretty ass, don’t you?”
I nod frantically.Yes, yes, yes.That’s exactly what I need. I suddenly feel like I’m going to die without it.
He responds with a swift, hard smack to my left ass cheek. “Not yet, beautiful boy,” he commands, rubbing his palm over my ass to soothe the sting he inflicted. “We’ve gotta get you nice and ready first.”
I can’t even find the words to protest. It wouldn’t matter if I did. Riley is in complete control of my body now, and I’m floating on a cloud of bliss and freedom that I never knew existed. I’m vaguely aware of him wrestling the football pantsto my ankles, and I hear the rustling of clothes behind me that indicates he’s shedding his own pants, but I stay where he put me, palms on the bench in front of me and ass in the air.
