Page 13 of Redemption Ridge Vol II
Owen raked his gaze over Tyler’s body. “I can see that. What else?”
Tyler nibbled his bottom lip while he considered his next rule. Owen brushed a thumb over his mouth and saved the tender flesh from self-inflicted wounds.
“These rules apply to you too,” Owen said. “Don’t hold back your thoughts. What else do you need from me?”
Snippets of Tyler’s shower fantasy played in his mind, and he swayed forward until his body pressed fully against Owen, who wrapped the towel around his back to hold him in place. “I’m getting your clothes wet.”
“Then I’ll change,” Owen husked. “Tell me what you want.”
“Kiss me whenever you want,” Tyler blurted. Once he broke the ice, the rest of his words tumbled free too. “Putting the responsibility on me will cause a bunch of anxiety neither of us need.”
Owen took the towel and ran it in slow circles over Tyler’s back. “Does that include touching too?”
Tyler’s lips parted on a moan as Owen’s terry-cloth-covered hand inched closer and closer to his ass. “Yes, please. Trust me to speak up when I’m not ready for something.”
Owen leaned forward and kissed Tyler’s neck. “Okay.” His warm breath and soft lips made Tyler shiver hard. Owen dropped the towel and slid both hands over the curve of his ass, touching bare cheeks for the first time.
Tyler moaned and swayed a little. “I…uh…can’t think of anything else right now.”
Owen pressed another kiss on his neck, and he bounced Tyler’s ass with his palms. “We can talk about any—”
Tyler cut him off with a ferocious kiss. He was all tongue and teeth—no finesse—but Owen’s sexy growl said he didn’t mind one bit as he alternated between bouncing Tyler’s ass cheeks and squeezing them together. If Owen just inched his fingers over a few inches, Tyler could have his touch where he craved it most.
He pulled his mouth away from Owen’s and stared into his eyes. “I took your advice.” When Owen only raised his brow, Tyler said, “I closed my eyes and imagined the two of us together while I was in the shower.”
Owen grinned smugly. “I did a little of that myself. It’s why I wasn’t in time to join you.”
Tyler recalled what Owen looked like when he jerked off and whimpered softly. He swayed again, and Owen caught him by placing both hands on his hips. “I touched myself but pretended it was you.”
Owen groaned and kissed a path along Tyler’s shoulder. “Care to be more specific?”
“I fingered my ass a little,” Tyler said. “As far as I could go with the weird angle. I wanted it to be you.”
Owen gripped his hips tighter. “Ty, baby.”
Closing his eyes, Tyler nuzzled his nose against Owen’s neck. “I like that.”
“Fingering yourself or when I call you baby?”
Tyler chuckled. “Yes.”
Owen wedged a hand between their bodies and caressed his pelvis. Tyler shivered and wrapped his arms around Owen’s neck. Wicked fingertips inched closer to his pubic hairline but never dipped lower. “God, you terrify me.”
That caught Tyler by surprise, and he took a step back. “Me?”
Owen stared into his eyes and said, “You make me believe something truly wonderful could be mine.”
“Good.”
They kissed for a long time, their hands exploring freely under the new rules, mostly concentrating on one another’s asses. Owen seemed obsessed with the shape of Tyler’s, while Tyler wondered how Owen’s glutes would flex when he penetrated inside him.
“Think we can skip breakfast?” Tyler asked between kisses. “Exist on whoopie pies and coffee for a while?”
Owen turned them around and guided Tyler down onto the couch. Unfortunately, he landed on the whoopee pie Owen had dropped. The whipped filling squished out from the middle and smeared against Tyler’s right ass cheek. Owen’s eyes widened momentarily before a wicked gleam settled in their blue depths.
“Looks like I can have my cake and eat it too,” Owen said.
Tyler arched a brow in question but didn’t resist when Owen guided him to kneel on the couch with his ass in the air. He felt awkward and too exposed until Owen’s wet, hot tongue swiped a trail through the cream filling on his ass cheek. “Oh…ohhhhh. My god.”
