Page 43 of Promised Summer
“And what about now?” I asked, my lips fluttering over the skin of his neck. I could feel his pulse drumming. “Your heart’s racing. What are you scared of now?”
His breath came out in short huffs. His eyes dilated so much that I could barely see his signature blues.
“I’m scared some horndog’s gonna ravage me in the middle of the woods,” Ryan said breathlessly and licked his fucking lips. My gaze instantly locked onto my target.
“And if I said I was determined to have my way with you here, are you going to…”—I leaned into his ear—“play with me?”
“Ah, fuck,” he gasped, and I could feel him growing hard against me.
He grabbed the back of my head and smashed ourlips together in a kiss that had no technique and was all passion. I fucking loved it.
“Jones,” he moaned, and broke from my lips to suck on my neck.
Him ordering me around in the hot tub was sexy as fuck, but it couldn’t compare to seeing him like this, so turned on he was rutting against me and trying to gain access to more of my skin.
“Fuck, Ryan,” I said in a hiss from the stinging pain at the spot he sucked on. He wasn’t paying attention, lost in desire, and frantically trying to free our hard cocks.
I moaned when he had us both in his hand and roughly stroked our lengths as best as he could with me crushing him.
“I thought I was supposed to be ravaging you, not the other way around,” I said, my breath catching as his thumb slid across my slit in a way that had my balls loading to shoot.
He hummed and continued dragging his lips across my skin at the base of my neck and sucking until the spot stung from his ministrations. I hoped he left marks of his claiming. I wanted the whole world to know I was his.
“You asked if I’d play with you, and aren’t I doing just that?” he replied, releasing us to tug on my heavy balls.
Fuck, yes. He was playing me like a fucking fiddle, and I would happily makemusic for him.
He palmed my erection, his thumbnail scraping over my head, and that was all it fucking took for me to shoot into his fist. I cried out, not even caring if anyone overheard.
A second later, I felt another hot splash of liquid. Ryan had his mouth parted with a silent moan. The bright sunlight was practically casting a halo onto him in his moment of pleasure. I thought I’d seen every one of his expressions highlighted by the sun, but this was an entirely new one that had me seeing nothing but him.
Ryan’s eyelids popped open, and his blue eyes sparkled impossibly bright when he saw me watching him. I kissed him, slow and steady, a physical reminder that he really was here right now. That this was a summer that wasn’t going to end.
“We really made this our rock, huh?” Ryan joked, brushing his lips across my cheek to kiss the spot behind my ear.
I laughed, pulled us back to a sitting position, and we made ourselves presentable. Most of our release had landed in his hand, and some had gotten on my shirt, so I just pulled off my shirt and used it to clean his hand. I balled up my shirt to take with me later.
Ryan stared at my body, and I could feel the heat in his gaze. “How do you expect me to get down this mountain with you looking like that beside me?” he grumbled, eyes still raking down my naked torso.
I couldn’t help but puff up like a peacock. I was by no means a bodybuilder, but years of working inconstruction had given me toned muscles and a chest I was proud of.
“Who’s the horndog now?” I teased, then stood. I helped Ryan to his feet as well.
He groaned as he stood, and I wanted to make a joke that he was getting old, but I knew he’d only counter that I was a year older than him.
“We should bring Karla with us to see the sunset next time. She’ll love the field of flowers of her favorite color,” he muttered, looking out in the distance.
I stood behind him, hands resting on his hipbones, and looked out into the distance with him. I loved the way Ryan immediately melted into me, and his head found its resting place on my shoulder.
“We’ll have many sunset viewing hikes in the future. As a family,” I murmured as softly as this moment felt.
“Family, huh?” Ryan said, mulling over the word.
Externally, my grip on him tightened. Internally, I was freaking the fuck out. Should I have talked to him about it first instead of blurting out that I already thought of him and Karla as my family?
I wanted them by my side, enjoying our sunny days together. They hadn’t spent the night the last week out of consideration for my busy schedule with work, and I hated it.
The cabin was too fucking big and quiet with just Lily and me. I never thought I would be a family man, but this past week proved me wrong.
