Page 49 of Danger Close
“Yup.”Blake typed something, then glanced up.“I’ll make pizza, Ryan will show her YouTube videos of goats in pajamas, and Celia will try to eat a crayon.It’ll be chaos.She’ll love it.”
Ricky could’ve kissed him.
Ezra walked in at that moment, towel around his neck, hair damp from a post-run shower.“What’d I miss?”
“We have a babysitter,” Ricky said reverently.“Tonight.”
Ezra’s brows lifted.“You didn’t bribe him with anything major just so that we could have sex, did you?”
“No,” Blake muttered, deadpan.“But my rates are negotiable.”
Ricky grinned and grabbed Ezra by the waist.“Cancel everything.We are going to defile every surface in that suite tonight.”
“Not the kitchen counter,” Blake called behind them.“Some of us eat there.”
Ezra laughed as Ricky tugged him out of the room, already plotting the exact order in which they’d lose clothing.He stopped them as they were crossing his lounge toward the bedroom.
“We’ve talked about building, right?A house.On that little bluff overlooking the lake.”Ricky leaned forward and pulled Ezra’s shirt from his frame, practically drooling at the hot expanse of skin that came into view.
Ezra tilted his head, curious.“You want to break ground?”Ezra returned the gesture and removed his, and then started walking backward toward the bedroom again.But as they were removing each other’s clothes it was more like a stumble.
“I want us to have a home.Not just a room.”
Ezra smiled softly.“You trying to tell me you’re tired of Sophia kicking you in the nuts while she sleep-crawls?”
“I’m trying to tell you that I love you and haven’t seen you naked in ten days because our suite is now a zoo.”Ricky said as he reached for the man of his dreams.
Ezra’s smile lit the room.“Show me, love.”
One week after fire and fear, after fists and blood and rescue, this was what came next.
Home.
Laughter.
And tonight?Some very creative cardio.
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The two of them fellinto the bedroom, a trail of discarded clothing behind them, and Ricky looked at him, mouth curved in that cocky, desperate grin that made Ezra’s knees feel weak.He loved that they could switch it up between them, that they could both give what they wanted to their lover, but other times take what they needed.He had loved being the center of Ricky’s attention.
But tonight?
Tonight was Ezra’s.
He stepped forward, caught Ricky by the hips, and walked him slowly backward until the backs of his knees hit the bed.
“Sit,” Ezra said, voice low.
Ricky did, breathing hard, pupils blown wide.“You planning something, sweetheart?”
Ezra dropped to his knees.“Oh, yeah.”
Ricky's smirk faltered into something softer—something reverent—right as Ezra leaned in and took him into his mouth.No teasing.No warm-up.Just Ezra’s lips sliding down, his throat opening as he took Ricky deep, one hand wrapping around the base, the other braced on Ricky’s thigh.
“Jesus,” Ricky choked, fingers tangling in Ezra’s hair.
Ezra groaned around him, hollowed his cheeks, and pulled back with a slick pop before diving again.He angled one hand lower, slipping behind and pressing gently until Ricky gasped—head tipping back, muscles shaking as Ezra found that sweet, hidden spot inside him.
