Page 35 of More Than a Spark

“I met her line dancing at that big country bar up in Flag.” He huffed a laugh. “She was very much a cowgirl. Her parents owned a ranch up there and everything. I think she did barrels in a few of the local rodeos last year.”

I tilted my head back, peeking up at his face, heat flaring in my gut. “See? Nothing for you two to talk about. You’re a big city boy and she’s a country girl.” I pinched his nipple.

With a start, he rubbed his nipple. “Ow, shit.” A laugh rumbled through him, and he kissed my forehead. “You’re still a little sore about her, aren’t you?”

“She was not for you.” I pouted. “Every time I tried to call you on the phone, she’d try and interrupt us, too.” I’d been pretty sure she hadn’t liked me either. She’d never said it out loud, but she gave off a homophobic vibe to me.

He winced. “Yeah, she was a little on the possessive side. Anyways, that’s over and I’m right where I should be.” He held me closer and planted a quick kiss on my lips. “I’m all in for you, Milo. You need to know that.” He gazed deeply into my eyes.

“I’m all in for you, too.” I ran my gaze over his face, his big brown eyes, and generous lips, surrounded by the waves of his hair.

He rolled to his back and lifted his forearm to his forehead. “Damn, this was quite the week. I’m tired.” He glanced at me. “Are you tired?”

“Oh, yeah.” I rubbed my hand over his muscled chest. He’d been training all week and with him figuring himself out, he was probably drained as emotionally as he was physically. “You want to sleep over?”

“Yes, definitely.” He freed me to shuck his jeans off and threw them to the floor, then he slipped under the covers. “I’m not going to fit in your pajamas, so we’re sleeping naked tonight.” He flashed me a grin.

“Got no complaints from me.” I skimmed my sweats off and threw the covers over myself, then edged into his side, resting my head on his shoulder, and laying my leg over both of his.

He snuck his arm around my neck and held me to his side. “So, is all your underwear lacy like the ones you had on tonight?”

“Yeah.” I nuzzled into his neck, my dick waking. Damn it, I could go again.

“Why uh, why do you like them?” He peeked at me.

I shrugged a shoulder. “I feel sexy in them. I like feeling um, sexy, I guess.” Oh boy, how should I explain this? “Sometimes, I just like what I like and that’s it.”

“Well, you’re definitely sexy in them.” He gave me a long, deep kiss. “You’re sexy out of them, too.” He pushed on me. “Turn over. We’re spooning.”

“We are?” I rolled with my back to his chest, my heart warming. This was the stuff of dreams, having Ryder hold me all night.

He wrapped his arm around me and pressed his body to mine, his half-hard dick snug to my ass, then nibbled on my shoulder. “If I wasn’t so tired, we’d be trying some new things right now.” He rocked his hips. “Fuck. I need to stop.”

My cock lengthened. “You just gave me a boner. Just sayin’.” With a chuckle, I kissed his knuckles, then settled in.

“I see a lot of boners in our future.” He giggled, his chest bumping my back. “Fuck, let’s go to sleep. We have all day tomorrow.” He kissed my shoulder. “Goodnight.”

All day tomorrow.With a satisfied grin, I closed my eyes. I didn’t have to dream about him when he was right here in the flesh and blood.

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Warmth cradledmy balls and stroked my morning erection. Soft nibbles pricked my neck and shivers swept down my spine. I fluttered my eyelids and groaned as a hot, hard dick pressed into my crack. Holy shit, Ryder. I popped my eyes open. He was here…we were boyfriends. He was—I lifted the covers and looked down—jerking me off. Pleasure shuddered over me, and a moan ripped from my throat. “Ryder, that feels good.”

“Yeah?” He lifted up over my side, his fist stroking my dick, thrusting himself against me. “Would blowjobs be out of the question this morning?” He bit my shoulder and gasped, his body trembling behind me. In a husky voice, he said, “Fuck, I’m so horny for you.”

With a grin tugging my lips, I said, “Blowjobs are a great idea.” I hadn’t asked what he’d done with Tate and wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but damn, I was happy he was ready to go there. As I rolled to my back, he shifted behind me.

He crawled on top of me, our hot cocks slotting together, and rolled his hips, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes. “Fuck you feel good.” He claimed me in hungry kisses, quickening the pace of his thrusts.

I broke the kisses and pushed on his shoulders. “You want me to suck you off first?” I had a feeling it would only take a few minutes.

“Yeah.” His brows wrinkled for a heartbeat.

Tossing him to the side, I crept over him, then down between his legs, taking the covers with me. As my gaze found his solid cock, already leaking precum, my mouth watered. I flicked my tongue at the flared head.

He gasped and shuddered. “Jesus, Milo, when you touch me it’s on a whole other level.”

“Yeah?” As a grin played over my lips, I fisted his thick cock and dropped my mouth over him, licking the underside of his shaft, pumping him. The heady taste of him floated over my tongue and my hard dick jerked between my legs. When it was my turn, no way was I going to last.

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