Page 76 of Bone Deep
Instead of letting go, he breaks into a grin. “We all need to go for a drink to celebrate.”
I just stare at him. His grip gets tighter and he drops his voice and firmly says, “And you’re coming with us.”
Half turned on by his forcefulness, half resigned to the fact he won’t give in, I surrender. “Fine.” Then I remember I’m in a room full of colleagues. “I mean, yes. I would love to.”
Ryan’s green eyes twinkle and he subtly rubs his thumb over my bicep before dropping his grip.
The bar next door is buzzing, tables packed, music low but present. Our group commandeers two tables, pushing them together, ordering pitchers and a parade of appetizers. Conversation is a chaotic din—Beau and Lexi arguing over houses they’re looking at, Jen monologuing about her never-ending obsession with ‘90s female-led rock bands, Anthony and Ryan discussing Arizona’s chances for a ring this year.
I’m halfway through a scotch when I feel a hand gliding up my thigh under the table—slow, steady, and maddeningly casual. I throw a glance sideways. Ryan is animatedly debating the Texas team’s weaknesses to Anthony, but there’s a twitch at the corner of that sinful mouth. Fucker.
I try to focus on Jen’s impassioned rant about the lasting influence of Garbage, Hole, and The Cranberries. I nod, I murmur “Totally,” but my mind is down the back of Ryan’s tight jeans as his hand keeps exploring. I appreciate ‘90s rock as much as the next guy, but right now I’m thinking about a different kind of hole entirely. I turn my head to glare at him, but my eyes drop, making it worse. The way he’s leaned forward, the back waist of his jeans and boxers have pulled down, and there’s two perfect mound tops staring at me. Right underneath those fucking dimples. I’m going to kill him.
Ryan’s palm presses higher, cups my dick, and starts working me with practiced, infuriating subtlety. My cock fills out rapidly, straining against my slacks. I clamp my hand down over his wrist, shooting him a look that could melt steel.
He grins, slow and wicked, and then—just to make me insane—dips his finger into his chin dimple. Bastard uses that against me on a regular basis now that he knows what it does to me.
I glare, but he just releases me, stands, and stretches. “Gonna hit the head,” he announces to no one in particular, and strolls off, working his hips with each step so that athletic ass pops with every stride.
I wait a beat, try to compose myself, then grab the nearest empty pitcher and mumble something about needing a refill. The hard-on I’m packing is very noticeable, but the pitcher is just big enough to offer cover as I slip away from the table.
Making my escape, I set the pitcher on the bar top, and beeline for the back of the bar. There’s a hallway leading to the bathrooms, a dim little corridor with a door out to the alley.Ryan’s there, leaning against the cinderblock wall, trying to look innocent and failing.
He grins, all teeth and trouble, and I hate that he can bend me to his will so easily—but, Christ, that ass.
I grab him by the wrist and haul him out the back, through the exit and around the corner, out of sight, into the dusk of sunset. It’s been overcast and humid all day, which provides a stunning arrays of purples and oranges as the sun dips, but all I can focus on is the man in front of me.
I pin him, face-first, against the brick. Then I reach around and undo his jeans. I take a step back and yank his jeans and boxer briefs down in one rough motion. His ass is bare, round and perfect, and I hear him inhale sharply as my hand makes contact with his skin. There’s no time to linger, so I grab both his wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand, and spit into my other palm, fingers slicking his hole. He shudders, pushes back, greedy for it.
I spit again, working my own cock slick, then press my forehead between his shoulder blades and line up. Every muscle in my body tenses as I pop the head into him—tight, hot, and so fucking perfect.
Ryan throws his head back, huffing, “God, yes. Fuck me hard, Spence. Don’t go easy.”
I rumble low in my throat just as a roar of thunder rolls through the air. Shit. We need to hurry. Moving my hand from his wrists, I wrap them gently but firmly around his neck, and drive forward at the same moment a bolt of lightning races across the sky. Ryan groans too loud, so I slap my palm over his mouth, muffling the noise. The scent of sex, sweat, and impending rain swirls in the air, gritty and raw.
With one hand over his mouth and one gripping his neck, I fuck him rough, hard, relentless, loving the way his cheeks bounce with every thrust. He’s so tight and hot I almost lose itin under five plunges, but I clamp down, slowing just enough to savor it.
After a minute, I slide my hand from his throat down to his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. I lean in close and whisper, “I’m going to make this big dick of yours come, pretty boy, and then I’m going to flood your guts.”
Ryan nods frantically, moaning against my hand. It doesn’t take long—just a couple hard pulls and he’s shooting against the brick, his body clenching down on me so hard I see stars. The way his ass clamps around my cock nearly undoes me.
I can’t hold back. The pleasure rips through me, raw and electric, and I slam home, coming deep inside him, flooding him just like I promised. We sag against the wall, breathless, my forehead pressed to his spine. Not a second later, the first drop of rain hits the back of my neck, cooling my overheated skin.
After a moment, he turns around, still half-hard, sweat-slicked and grinning like the devil. “Damn, I needed that. I guess seeing my bros happy made me horny.”
I see that look in his eyes—the same one he had watching Anthony and Chance, all soft edges and longing. My chest aches, unfamiliar and unwelcome.
“Ryan, I—” I start, but he cuts me off with a wry smile.
“I know, I know. What we’re doing is a no feelings situation.” He sighs, tucking himself away and zipping his jeans. “But that doesn’t meanIdon’t have feelings.”
My throat bobs as I run a shaky hand through my hair. “I don’t know what to say, Ryan.”
He shrugs, gives me a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “There’s nothing to say. Let’s just, um, get back in there before someone comes out here and wonders what’s going on. And by someone, I mean Jen.”
I bark out a laugh and gesture to the back door. “After you.”
He winks. “You just like to see me going.”
