Ridge turned around.
“We can go into the static after. Right now, I think I’d like to have sex with you, so I can experience it in real time.”
Lucian’s heart skipped.
He and Bishop had talked about this, and she was good with it. What happened in the mediation shed was fine by her. As a family, they were going to work through it, and figure it out.
“Really?” he asked.
Pulling his mouth down, he kissed the man who had gone to every therapy session with him, and who let him sleep beside him and Bishop to make sure he was safe.
Lucian had held him up, and he’d not pressured him.
That was love.
And he’d found it again.
As their tongues tangled and hands wandered, Lucian’s body came alive for the second time today.
First with his Bishop, and now with his Ridge.
Slowly, the kiss was broken, and Ridge had his lower lip between his teeth.
“I want to live again. I want to feel alive with you, Lucian, my love.”
Well, holy shit.
“Ridge.”
He stared into his eye.
“I’m ready. You told me you’d be here. Now, catch me so I don’t fall.”
ABSOLUTELY.
There was nothing he wanted to do but be part of this man’s healing and life. They were building something amazing.
The three of them.
“I can’t wait.”
Then, Ridge remembered.
“We’ll have to make it fast, though. I don’t have a lot of time,” Ridge admitted.
Lucian lifted a brow.
What was this?
“Uh, you got a date you need to be at?” he asked, only joking.
Ridge grinned.
“Actually, I do. I have to go pick up flowers. I’m taking a very pretty lady out for dinner. She asked me out last week, and I wasn’t ready. Tonight, I will be.”
Lucian’s heart skipped.
“A pretty lady?”