Page 44 of The Frathole
“Pretty smart,” Lance says.
“Hey, I don’t go after idiots.”
“Did I hear my name?” The voice has goose bumps pricking across my flesh.
It’s the familiar annoyance I feel whenever I know he’s nearby, but it’s different this time. There’s something else mixed in. Probably the thing making my dick a little twitchy.
My face is red even before Ryan’s in the kitchen, bare-chested, only in boxers, minus the tent he was sporting most of the time he was up with me. Ty, Lance, and Dax laugh at his quip, but I can’t appreciate the humor.
I sneak a look his way, and unsurprisingly, the guy looks cool as ice. He breezes in, offering shakes and fist bumps with the other guys as though nothing happened last night. Maybe because it was nothing for him. For a guy who goes through girls faster than Tic Tacs, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. To him, I was probably another in a long list of the people he’s mouth-fucked with his tongue.
“Fuck, those abs!” Ryan says to Dax. “You looking good, man.”
“Ya think?” Dax asks, flexing them for the frathole.
Seriously? It’s been less than twelve hours since he made out with a guy, and now he’s already hitting on Dax in front of me? I clench my fist, tightening my grip on the spatula.
“What you changing up in the gym?” Ryan asks.
“I saw Jaxon getting some nice definition from those hanging leg raises, so I added them to my routine.”
“Very nice,” Ryan says as Dax invites him to feel.
And for the first time I have the thought: What if Ryan was lying to me about not having messed around with guys before? No, that’s too douchey, even for him. Still, this is grating on my nerves, and just as bad, I know it shouldn’t be. We made out for a night. Would it really be a shock if after Ryan found out he was bi, he’d run through the house faster than Dax?
I’m focusing on the omelet when Ryan appears beside me, leaning against the drawer by the stove. “Morning, Mart.”
He’s got this broad grin across his face, knowing in his eyes. I’m waiting for him to say something dumb and out us to the guys, which only keeps me on edge.
“That one for me?” he whispers. “You know I’m kind of hungry after last night.”
I grit my teeth, checking over my shoulder, but the guys are busy catching up with Dax about the night before to notice what he said.
“This one is for Ash and Colin. I wasn’t planning on making you one.”
Ryan leans closer. “That’s fine. Would prefer a nice big hunk of sausage anyway.”
He looks me dead in the eyes, and I gulp as I think about the way he was eyeing my cock last night. Admiring it.
His gaze sinks toward it, and despite how tense I am, I can feel myself getting a little hard. My eyes settle on his lips, some part of me wanting to get back to what we did before.
Where is this coming from? I’ve never been the type to get horny like this over someone.
“Should start with a protein shake, though,” he says.
“Don’t you have to eat the sausage first to get that?”
I can’t believe I said that, but I couldn’t help myself, and Ryan grins. “That’s true.”
“Ryan, will you leave Marty the hell alone?” Ty says, sounding annoyed on my behalf.
“We’re getting along fine.”
If only Ty knew just how fine.
“I have a hard time believing that.” Ty drags Ryan away, which is probably for the best, but now that he’s not beside me, I’m trying to work out if this heat is from the range or from the way hewas talking to me.
“Okay,” Ryan says. “I gotta get some hours in at work. Then hitting the gym before I have dinner with my parents.”
