Page 41 of See My Words

Scott kissed him gently, sweetly. “Never.” His words were little more than puffs of air against Rylan’s lips. “Only frustrating because all I want is to be inside you, right here, right now.”

It was Rylan’s turn to groan, and he cupped Scott through his pants, tracing his fingers over the ridged column pressing against the fabric. “Mmm. Yes.” He slid his hand down farther and fondled Scott’s tight, heavy balls. “Why don’t you let Minh drive? Sit in the backseat with me.”

Scott’s eyes grew heavy-lidded, and his voice dropped to a hoarse growl. “And what, exactly, would you do to me there?”

Rylan squeezed him. “Well, I thought maybe I’d undo your pants—” He traced his fingertips over Scott’s bulging zipper. “—lean down—” He rubbed the tip of his cock roughly with his thumb, reveling in Scott’s gasp. “—and suck you until you come down my throat.” The last words were swallowed by Scott’s mouth as Scott kissed him almost brutally, his tongue driving deep.

Rylan arched his back, winding his legs around Scott’s waist as he opened for the onslaught, letting Scott eat at his lips, the little stinging pain a sexy contrast with the hot, wet velvet of his tongue.

“Wow, I really hope we don’t have adjoining rooms, ’cause I ain’t getting any sleep otherwise.”

Scott and Rylan broke apart, startled, and Scott’s voice was guttural as he snarled, “Go away, Minh. Now.”

Minh propped his hip on the table next to them, his arms crossed over his chest, smirking. “Believe me, I would, if I was your only audience. But I’m not.” He waved his hand toward the parking lot. “Way to scandalize the grandmas, you two.”

Rylan peeked over Scott’s shoulder to see a couple of elderly women standing next to their car, gesturing in their direction, the disgust on their faces visible even from a distance.

“Aww, shit.” Scott moved back, and Rylan let his legs drop. “Nosy old biddies.”

“You know I’m a big fan of voyeurism myself,” Minh remarked. “But not when it ends in arrests for public indecency.”

Rylan grimaced, seeing that one of the women had her flip phone out and was brandishing it threateningly. “Let’s go.”

Scott helped him off the table and slid his arm around Rylan’s waist, pulling him in close to his side. Rylan stuck his hand in Scott’s back pocket, and they ambled slowly back toward the car, Minh following along behind, still smirking.

When they reached the convertible, Scott let go of Rylan reluctantly. “I need to hit the restroom. Be right back.” He brushed his lips across Rylan’s, and Rylan gave his ass a smack.

“Hurry,” he called after him, and he and Minh slouched against the side of the car, staring down the two women, who were muttering back and forth between themselves, glaring.

Minh’s eyes flashed mischievously. “How ’bout we give them something to really titter about?” Before Rylan could ask what he had in mind, Minh hooked him around the neck, hauling him in close and mashing their lips together.

A moment of surprise before the feel of Minh’s hot mouth on his own caused renewed arousal to spike. Rylan wrapped his arms around Minh’s waist, swept him up, and dipped him dramatically toward the ground, deepening the kiss. Minh clutched at his shoulders and returned it passionately.

“Damn, you’re sweet,” Rylan mumbled, pulling Minh up to standing and letting him go, running the back of his hand over his lips. The women were outraged at the display, their loud exclamations of “disgusting perverts” and “sex fiends” clearly reaching their ears.

“Oh, a sex fiend is the only way to be,” Minh called to them, laughing openly. “And I can guarantee we’re having way more fun than you!”

Rylan ignored them all, too busy watching Scott stalk back toward the car, a pleasurable trepidation shivering through him at the look in his eyes. Minh settled his hands on Rylan’s hips from behind, and he put his chin down on Rylan’s shoulder.

“I can tell you that in all the years I’ve known Scott, I ain’t never seen that man jealous before. Not gonna lie, the sight of it now is absolutely delicious.” Minh gave a little wiggle and let go of Rylan, leaping over the doorframe and into the backseat with a whoop as Scott stomped up.

“You”—Scott pointed at Rylan—“get that luscious ass into the front seat. And you”—he pointed at Minh—“stop it.”

“Stop what?” was Minh’s innocent inquiry, and Scott snorted, climbing into the driver’s side before reaching over and cupping the back of Rylan’s head, giving him a short, hard kiss.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered, and Rylan rubbed his thumb over Scott’s lower lip.

“You. Inside me. Later,” he whispered back.

Scott’s eyes flashed with heat, and he put the car in gear, reversing out of the space with a whine of the engine. Rylan could see in the mirror Minh was blowing kisses at the women as they passed, to their everlasting disgust.

The shout of “Degenerates!” followed them out of the parking lot, and all three of them burst into laughter, their middle fingers held high as they sped away.

* * *

A loud whoop off in the distance broke Rylan’s concentration, and he lowered his camera, surprised to see how far he’d wandered. The scenery was certainly awe-inspiring, towering cliffs and buttes eroded into breathtaking red and white striations, the greenery of the forest below a spectacular contrast.

Landscape photography had never been his primary interest, though, and he decided he’d had enough of it, picking his way back along the slippery rocks next to the rushing water of Oak Creek, cursing as he almost slipped a few times.