Page 40 of Without Fail

His heart broke and he stayed still for a long moment before he twisted around until he faced Marshal. The man’s arms loosened but only slightly, and Ryker found himself pressed against Marshal’s muscled frame. One hand slipped up his back and cradled his head, lifting his face upward.

Suddenly, the thought of Marshal seeing his scars sent him into a panic and he turned his face away, which was ridiculous because the man had seen them before. Only now it felt different. He was no longer beautiful.

“Don’t hide from me.” Marshal breathed the words against his injured cheek, the soft touch of the man’s mouth was accompanied by the prickle of his perfectly groomed facial hair.

Ryker shuddered. “I’m ugly.”

Rather than pay Ryker lip service, Marshal dipped his head and took the young man’s lush lips in a deep kiss. He coaxed Ryker’s mouth open and then tangled their tongues together. Ryker made a small sound in the back of his throat that sent Marshal’s cock iron hard and he scooped Ryker up and settledthe man’s slender form in his lap as he sat back down on the bench.

Ryker was making soft moaning sounds that were driving him nuts.

He had always known that if he ever took a risk on them, he and Ryker would explode together.

There was no going back from this.

His only hope was that Ryker would forgive him when things were all said and done.

“I want you.”

Marshal couldn’t resist or refuse the softly choked request.

Ryker owned him body and soul and they’d been heading down this road for years.

Standing, Marshal carried Ryker through the maze and toward the cottage-style guest house he’d been staying in since his return. It was secluded and located at the back of the gardens behind the maze.

Ryker slipped his arms around his neck and pressed his lips to his throat.

Entering the passcode to the guest house, Marshal stepped inside and kicked the door closed.

There was no going back.

Nor did he want to.

Ryker was greedy and he didn’t care if he came off as horny as fuck.

He wanted Marshal and he wanted him now.

Tearing at the man’s clothes, Ryker backed Marshal up against the king-sized bed located in the master bedroom of the guest house. It was the room with the biggest bed and with Marshal’s size, he had a feeling they were going to need it.

Marshal methodically brushed away his clothing until he was standing there hard, leaking, and aching with hunger.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” the bigger man growled, sending goosebumps over his skin.

When Marshal lifted him up with those large, powerful hands beneath his thighs, Ryker wrapped his legs around the man’s waist and hung on.

His back was crushed against the wall.

“Condoms?” he rasped. Cleaving his fingers into Marshal’s hair, he hung on.

“I was tested two years ago; I haven’t been with anyone since.” Marshal licked up his neck and bit at the shell of his ear.

“I can send you my test results later,” Ryker moaned, gyrating his hips.

Marshal pinned him to the wall, reached between them with a suddenly free hand, and lined up their cocks. When one rough palm gripped them both and began jerking them together, Ryker wrapped his legs tighter.

A hand job wouldn’t be enough, but he’d take what he could.

Marshal must have thought the same way and made a growl of frustration. Ryker tightened his grip around the man’s neck when he was whirled around and tossed onto the big bed. Yanking open the nightstand, Marshal came up with a bottle of lube.

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