Page 52 of High Achiever
It was probably the most Ryder had ever said in one go to Spencer, but Spencer, little asshole that he was, only batted his lashes. “You think I’m sexy, big guy?”
Ryder knew he was supposed to laugh or tease back. He didn’t. “Been thinking about fucking you. A lot.”
Ryder didn’t exactly share Ash’s conviction that fucking Spencer over and over was going to magically make him theirs, but it wasn’t really about that right now. The idea of fucking Spencer stupid had turned into a craving, and last night had only sharpened the hunger. Charming, flirty Spencer had been sad and sweet and vulnerable, and Ryder had wanted to drink it up. Drinkhimup. Spear Spencer on his cock and see how much alpha dick he could really take.
Spencer stilled, one hand resting on his flat stomach. “You keep teasing me with that, you know.”
“No tease. We could do it today.” Ryder shifted, his cock jerking as his blood heated at the thought. “Right now even. Except …”
Spencer narrowed his eyes, like Ryder was dangling a treat in front of him and jerking it away. “Except what?”
“Well, I’ve got a big dick. You said it’s been a while.” Ryder didn’t blink as he laid out his trump card. “Maybe Ash should warm you up for me.”
Spencer’s jaw didn’t exactly drop, but it was a close thing. He licked his lips, tongue piercing flashing. He cleared his throat. He finally let out a soft, reverent, “Fuck.”
Ryder grinned. “Should I take that as a yes?”
15
SPENCER
Spencer got out of the shower to find Ash had come home already. The apartment was small, and even with the bathroom door closed, Spencer could hear Ash and Ryder murmuring in the kitchen.
Spencer cracked open the door and eavesdropped idly while drying off.
“—don’t have to.”
“Obviously. I want to though. Just not going to be very good at it.”
Spencer froze with the towel at his chest. Ash sounded … uncertain. Vulnerable, even. Like the thought of fucking Spencer made him nervous. Spencer hadn’t heard Ash sound nervous about anything outside of a heat. Weirdly, it soothed some of Spencer’s own nerves to hear it.
When Ryder had asked if he wanted to take a shower, Spencer had jumped at it like a lifeline. He’d been jittery as hell waiting for Ash to come back, knowing he and Ryder might fuck Spencer when they did. And it wasn’t like Spencer usually gotall anxious before hookups, but he hadn’t been fucked in a while and …
And it was Ash. And Ryder. And no one was in heat.
Which meant Spencer was crossing a line he probably wasn’t supposed to cross, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. This was always his problem, wasn’t it? He wanted too much. He was just this big, aching chasm of want, and these two were offering to sate some of it, and Spencer was too weak to say no. Again.
It was just … the way Ash and Ryder loved each other—all action, hardly any words needed, just there for each other every second of every day—was fucking beautiful, and they’d been including Spencer in that easy care like it was nothing.
They’d let him drag them to a party they had no interest in. They’d defended him like he was worth something. They’d made him a floor bed when he’d whined like a baby.
It was all too big a temptation. And Spencer had never, ever been good at resisting temptation.
He briefly considered getting dressed and then figured, what was the point? So he wrapped his towel around his waist and headed to the kitchen.
Ryder still seemed to be reassuring Ash.
“—has experience. He’ll—” Ryder broke off as soon as he saw Spencer in the door, but the smirk on his face suggested he knew Spencer had been listening. Ryder was still wearing nothing more than his boxers, which was a fucking blessing, because that build of his was really meant to be displayed at all times.
“Hello, boys,” Spencer drawled, waltzing into the room. “Something smells good.”
Somethingdidsmell good, like cheesy, chorizo-y deliciousness. The breakfast burritos had arrived, for sure.
Ash shoved a greasy paper bag down the counter, away from Spencer. “That’s for later.” He stepped forward, into Spencer’s face, amber eyes burning, like his moment of uncertainty hadalready transformed into his familiar fire. “Ryder says you want me to fuck you.”
Spencer bit at his lip in a failed attempt to stop his grin. “Yeah, spitfire. If you want.”
Ash glared at him. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
