“Seriously? She waited three business days for you to acknowledge her.” He threw his hands up. “You need to make it up to her.”
“Why?” I asked, growing irritated at his continued accusations. “I don’t even know the girl. And,” I growled, “neither do you.”
Ry turned on his heel and strode back into the house without answering. I stomped after him, following his steps to the stairs and then into our bedroom, where he began yanking at his tie. “All I’m asking for is for you to keep an open mind,” he muttered. “I told you, something about her calls to me. I just want you to keep an open mind and to try to get to know her.”
“Ry, why is this so important to you?” I asked softly as I watched him strip down to his boxers.
He paused in the act of picking up his clothes. Finally, he moved to place them in the hamper. “Your parents,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at me. “Ever since I met them, I’ve admired their dynamic.”
“Have you been looking for a woman to add to our relationship this whole time?”
Ry looked down at his feet, then shook his head. “No. I haven’t. Has it been in the back of my mind?” He tilted his head to look me in the eye. “Yes.”
I huffed out a breath at his words. The truth was, I also wanted what my parents had. They were a solid unit, loving and supportive of each other. There wasn’t much that any of them wouldn’t do for the other ones. I just hadn’t seen a single woman or man that I’d been even remotely interested in. Until her—Special Agent Parker. Ry was right, there was something about her. But her job had the ability to destroy everything.
“It’s dangerous,” I replied. “She puts killers behind bars. If she found out the truth, I could get the death penalty. You,” I walked over to him and cupped his jaw in my hands, “could end up behind bars for the rest of your life as an accomplice. I won’t take that chance.”
His expression grew defiant, even as he turned his head to kiss my palm. “I swear, I wouldn’t place you in danger. I don’t believe she would do that.”
“You’re so sure?” I asked, truly surprised by his stubbornness. Ry had always been a good judge of character, but this seemed extreme.
“I am,” he said softly. “I think that when she finds out what you do, she will understand.”
He pulled back and headed into the bathroom. I followed him and watched as he turned on the water in the large walk-in shower. As he stripped off his boxer briefs, I began to take off my own clothing.
“She sees into the mind of a killer. You’re not like the man she’s hunting right now,” he reminded me. I grunted as I stepped into the stall with him. As he stepped to the side, out of the water spray, I dunked my head to wet it. Wiping the water back from my face, I turned to watch as Ry grabbed the shampoo.
“That doesn’t make me any less of a killer,” I pointed out.
“No,” he conceded. “But it does make you a friend.”
I snorted. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I grabbed the shampoo bottle from him and poured some into my hand, then shoved it back into his.
“The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” he quoted. “You’re forgetting that both of you hunt evil. That makes a world of difference.”
I wasn’t going to win the argument. I wanted to believe what he was saying because a part of me wanted it to be true. I rinsed the shampoo from my hair, then made room for Ry to do the same. “I need to talk to my mom,” I muttered. If anyone would be able to give me insight on the matter, it would be her. Not only had she accepted my dad, but she also embraced it. She’d even gone with him on his kills—not to participate, but to support his actions.
Ry finished rinsing and then stepped into my space. I could feel his hard dick pressing into me, making my blood heat. “I think that’s a good idea.”
“Enough talking,” I rumbled low. I reached for both of our hard cocks and, using one hand, I stroked both of them together. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
Ry started panting and leaned into me. Pressing our lips together, we just breathed like that as I tightened my grip until he moaned. I took advantage of his open lips and sank my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, loving the feel of him against me.
He pulled back and looked at me with wild eyes. “Fuck me, Gage. I need to feel you inside me,” he begged with ragged gasps of pleasure.
“You’re fucking mine,” I snarled, then let go of our cocks. I spun him around to face the wall. “Brace yourself,” I demanded in his ear. Grabbing the bottle of lube we kept in the shower for moments exactly like this, I poured a generous amount into my palm before dropping the bottle to the floor.
I coated my throbbing dick as I eyed his perfect body, all the muscles taut as he did what I’d commanded. I grabbed the back of his neck in a tight grip as I used my other hand to rub at his entrance with the lube. His moans echoed in the shower stall as I slid first one finger, then two, into his ass.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I growled into his ear, then bit his earlobe, hard. “I’m going to wreck this ass tonight,” I promised.
“Please, Gage! Fuck me,” he gasped as I scissored my fingers. Using the lube that was coating my hand, I grabbed my cock and stroked myself, ensuring that I got myself nice and slick.
I had let Ry fuck my ass a few times in the past, but our dynamic was best exactly like this. I needed to dominate, and Ry needed what I gave him. As I pressed my dick slowly against his hole, I couldn’t stop my mind from flashing to the pretty FBI agent. I’d never fucked a woman before, but for the first time in my life, I was picturing what it would feel like to sink into her soft heat.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he said with a gasp as I bottomed out, my balls pressing against his ass.
“Shut up,” I snarled. “Shut the fuck up.”
