He was only half listening to what King wassaying but he caught “Wrap your legs around your opponent’swaist.”
Phillip did so and slid them down, hooking themtightly behind Ryan's knees. Ryan couldn't move if he wanted to,which he really didn't because damn….
Strong biceps went around his neck. Ryan figuredhe could happily die now and probably would. He was pulled tightagainst the rock-hard body behind him. It took him a second torealize that not only was the upper body hard and tight, but thelower matched.
His mind went completely blank. He would have ahard time repeating any of these moves. He knew he would.
He was jerked up and the biceps tightened, nothard enough to stop his blood flow, just enough to feelpressure.
He could feel hot breath against his ear and alow chuckle filled his senses. This was so not right.
“Wanna know what I wanted to do to you at theclub, Gracin?” The voice was silky smooth. It was dark, promising.“I wanted to fuck you.”
Ryan took a deep breath and shuddered. Hefucking shuddered.
Then that honeyed voice went in for the kill.“Right against that fucking wall.”
He didn't get a chance to reply because thebicep around his neck began to tighten and he was pulled backtighter against the Drill. His other hand slid over his head likehe was giving Ryan’s head a lover’s caress. It might have felt goodif Ryan wasn't currently trying not to pass out.
Ryan tapped at the arm and he wasn't sure if itwas to try and jerk it loose, or to hold him tighter. Later whenthis was all over he would blame the lack of blood going to hisbrain for even thinking this was sexy as hell.
As soon as it was over Grabowski scooted awayand Ryan fell backwards. “Go on back to your battle buddy,Freckles.”
The bastard looked like nothing even happened.Ryan was damn near immobile. He rolled over to his side, managed topick himself up off the ground and grabbed his BDU pants beforethey slid down his lean hips. His BCGs were steaming up.
He made his way back over to Patrick, who wasgrinning like the cat that ate the canary.
“Alright, begin!” King shouted.
“Damn. You okay?” Patrick asked.
“Uh huh.”
Patrick gave him that stupid grin again.“Dude?”
“Wha?”
“You have a hard-on.”
Patrick kept joking about the hard-on until Ryanwent to adjust himself.
Somehow he made it through the rest ofhand-to-hand after that.
***
They were in their bunks not paying attention toKenneth and Brendon, who were arguing over who was hotter, JessicaAlba or Jessica Simpson.
Patrick crawled out from his bottom bunk andlooked up at Ryan.
“Wanna talk about it?” he asked in a lowtone.
Ryan shook his head.
“Might help.”
“And say what? I've got the hots for Grabowski?Dude, do you realize how much of a girl I sound saying that?” Ryanshuddered.
“Heishot. Evil, scary and sadistic buthot nonetheless,” Patrick told him with a smile.
