Page 38 of See My Words

“Shit.” Scott pulled away and dug the phone out. “I have to take this.”

Rylan collapsed against the wall, his body throbbing, and he gave a loud squeak when Minh suddenly flicked water into his face. “Got a cold shower right here if you need one, lover boy,” he called wickedly, scanning his eyes over the tent in Rylan’s pants. “Or a hot mouth. Get over here and take your pick.”

Rylan groaned, reaching down to adjust himself. “You’re dangerous.” He threw Minh one last rueful glance as he headed after Scott, Minh’s low laughter following him out.

When he got to the kitchen, Scott was leaning against the counter, writing something down on a notepad.

“That sounds perfect,” he was telling the person on the phone. “Yeah, for sure. I’ll let you know how it goes. Thanks, dude.” He hung up and tossed the phone to the counter. Rylan sidled closer to try to get a look at the paper, but Scott flipped it upside down. “No peeking.”

Rylan gave him a mock pout, and Scott grabbed Rylan around the waist to pull him flush against him. “Stick that sexy lower lip out like that again,” he growled, “and you’ll be on your knees with a mouthful of cock so fast it’ll make your head spin.”

Before Rylan could even react to that, or test him on it, Scott gave him a smacking kiss. “And that would be fucking awesome, but totally ruin my surprise.” He let go of him. “Go pack a bag, enough for three days. Jeans, tennis shoes, a light jacket. We can run by your place to get stuff if we need to.”

Rylan blinked. “And Corey’s okay with—”

“All cleared with him,” Scott interrupted, “you and Minh both. Minh’s coming with us, by the way.”

“Wow. Okay, then. Going to, uh, pack.” Mystified but enjoying Scott’s glee, Rylan headed to the guest room and pulled his duffle out from under the bed, stuffing it with clothing, a hoodie, and his travel kit. When he emerged, Minh was out of the shower and dressed in cargo shorts and a T-shirt, guzzling a bottle of water and practically bouncing with excitement.

“Don’t you need to run home and pack?” Rylan asked, curious, and Minh swallowed the last of the water before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Nah, honey, I keep an itty-bitty suitcase full of essentials in the back of my car at all times. A bitch gotta be prepared for anything, you know.”

Rylan gave a solemn nod. “Clearly.”

“Got your camera shit, Ry?” Scott trotted in, his own bag slung over his shoulder, and Rylan grabbed his backpack and double-checked the contents, giving him a thumbs-up.

Scott flipped off the overhead lights. “Let’s roll.”

“Mr. Ashworth, Mr. Mahoney, Mr. Nguyen.” George nodded at them as they trooped past the concierge desk a few minutes later.

“Hey, Georgie, how’s it hangin’?” Minh called back to him, giving him a wink and doing a little shimmy. “Leaving my car in a visitors’ slot till Monday night, okay?”

“Of course, Mr. Nguyen.” George lifted his hand in a small wave, his face as impassive as ever.

“He wants me,” Minh declared, and when Rylan snorted, gave him a wounded look. “He does! Number one on my list of sugar daddy candidates. Smiled at me once and everything.”

“Don’t forget he tossed out that asshole who called you names,” Scott reminded him.

Minh squealed and shivered in delight. “Ooh, yes! So protective.” He glanced at Rylan as they walked through the parking garage toward Scott’s convertible. “I was meeting Scott here, dressed as Teena, looking fabulous, and some jerk called me—well, let’s just say they were some choice Asian slurs.”

Rylan winced, and Minh went on, “I wasn’t even in the building but on the sidewalk just outside. George came out, and when the guy wouldn’t stop, he had him chased away by a huge, scary security man.” He heaved a theatrical sigh. “Then he turned to me and asked, ‘Are you all right, Ms. Teeze?’ When I said yeah, he said, ‘Very good,’ and escorted me all the way inside to the elevator. My hero.”

Rylan chuckled as he batted his eyelashes and pretended to swoon. “Well, no wonder he’s at the top of your sugar daddy list. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

Scott popped the trunk for them to stow their bags, and when Rylan started to climb into the front passenger seat, Minh grabbed his arm. “Nuh-uh, honey. You’re sitting in the back with me so I don’t feel like such a third wheel on this trip. It’ll be bad enough when y’all canoodling in bed and I’m all by my lonesome.”

Scott rolled his eyes, and Rylan tossed his backpack up front before squeezing into the cramped back seat. Scott powered the top down, and before long, they were on the interstate headed north.

After the traffic thinned out some, Rylan leaned forward and put his lips to Scott’s ear. “So where are we going?”

“Mmm,” Scott said with a smile. “You’ll figure it out soon enough. It’s not too far.”

Rylan rested his chin on Scott’s shoulder for a moment, admiring his strong, tanned arms, his capable hands on the wheel. He breathed in his enticing citrusy scent, not able to resist a quick nuzzle of the soft skin behind his ear.

Scott shivered, his lips parting, and he reached back with one hand and cupped Rylan’s cheek. “Sit back and let me drive, Ry. You’re way too distracting.”

Rylan chuckled and gave him one last kiss before collapsing back into the seat and catching Minh’s disgusted look. “What?”