Page 63 of Ravaged Devotion

A shiver raced through him, and before he knew what he was doing, Rue was stripping out of his clothing, on his way to the other side of the room. He was in nothing but his boxers by the time he made it to the doorway, standing beneath the threshold as the air caught in his lungs at the sight before him.

Ryker had his head tipped back, water sluicing down his ripped abs, trailing down powerful thighs. He was a player on the hypovolley team, and his muscular form attested to as much, all that strength and grace on full display.

His ass was a work of art. Firm. Round. And when he shifted, angling his hips more in Rue’s direction, his cock became visible. It was flaccid at the moment, but still impressive, the size making Rue question whether or not he could take something that big when it was hard.

“Quit staring and get in here,” Ryker’s barked command had Rue jumping, then rushing to discard his boxers and move to the open stall.

As soon as he entered, the Black Hart caught him by the arms and spun him around, so he was facing the wall. There was a brief moment where nothing happened, then Ryker’s hands were back, slick palms smoothing down the lengths of Rue’s arms. He soaped him up everywhere he touched, firm, yet gentle in his ministrations.

It wasn’t long before Rue’s eyes slipped shut, his mind emptying. Ryker massaged him as he went, from the knots on his shoulders, to the ones on his back and lower. His thumbs were pressing against the tight places above his hips when he finally broke the silence.

“Tell me about the time you fucked my brother.” Ryker’s hands slammed on his shoulders when he tried turning, forcing him to remain still.

“What?” Rue shook his head. “Why?”

“Because I want to hear about it.” The massage started up again. “Tell me. I’m not asking.”

“I…” He cleared his throat. “I thought it was you.”

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned that part already. I want to know the rest. You found him in the east gardens among the roses. Then what?”

The moon had been mostly shrouded by clouds, creating a dark, almost dreamy atmosphere. Rue recalled thinking at the time that the universe was working in his favor, setting the scene.

“I went there to seduce you,” he confessed, words spoken so low, it was a wonder Ryker could catch them over the sound of the shower spray.

“You’d been drinking.”

“On purpose.” Rue had needed to rely on liquid courage. “I called him by your name. He didn’t correct me.”

“You called for me,” he stepped in closer, his front brushing against Rue’s back, “in the darkness.”

“Ryker.”

“Yes, just like that.”

“He responded. That’s why I thought…” Rue closed his eyes again when Ryker’s hands landed on his hips and held. “He made me believe he was you.”

“Blaming Ryder now? You climbed into his lap and later sunk down onto his dick, and it’s all his fault, that it?”

“It is, because if I’d known it was him I would have never—” Rue gasped as he was violently spun around and slammed against the wall.

Ryker pressed against him, wet body sealing him in place, eyes searching Rue’s gaze. The corner of his lips turned upward at what he found. “Green.”

Rue gulped, embarrassingly aware of his dick lengthening between them.

“You could never hide it, you know?” Ryker placed a finger beneath Rue’s chin and tipped his head back. “Your desire for me. When I heard you were with Ryder, I doubted it. Doubted myself and everything I believed. But I shouldn’t have. You don’t have any other choice but to be honest when I hold you like this.”

“Nobody else ever really notices.” Rue got his color changing eyes from his birth father, but they weren’t true mood-eyes. His father’s kind shifted through several different colors, a range of emotions from obvious to complex, whereas Rue’s mixed genetics had only given him the ability to filter through three, and not very clearly.

The base color was always a light brown, so when they turned green or blue, a person needed to be standing close enough to make out the overlapping shades.

Ryker always had.

Ever since they were kids, he’d unabashedly lean in, just like this, and check him out.

“I’ll change my line of questioning,” the Black Hart stated, “since you don’t feel like talking about that night in the garden. You’ve wanted me since puberty. Yes or no, sweetheart?”

There was no point in denying it. What little pride he had was long gone.