Page 70 of See My Words

Rylan brandished a dripping spatula at him, and Scott retreated, laughing and giving Rylan’s ass cheek a sharp slap as he left, reveling in his yelp. He ran lightly up the stairs, grinning as he heard a similar commotion coming from Minh and Chris’s room down the hall.

“How the fuck am I supposed to put my makeup on when you do that, Chris? You’re making my hands shake!”

“I’m not anywhere near your hands,” came Chris’s muffled growl. “Come on, show me how you multitask, baby.”

A brief silence, then Minh’s low moan followed by a hoarse gasp of Chris’s name sent Scott hurrying to his own room. He shut the door, flinging himself on the bed and running his hand soothingly over his cock, which was tingling with a low-grade arousal. It didn’t help that the rumpled sheets smelled of Rylan and sex, and Scott couldn’t fight it for long. He shoved his sweatpants off and reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, pouring a generous dollop into his palm.

He was stroking himself leisurely, base to tip, when the door opened and Rylan walked in, stopping short when he caught sight of what Scott was doing. He bit his lip, his face flushing, and in response, Scott planted his feet on the bed and let his knees fall to the side, rolling his hips as he fucked his fist to ensure Rylan got a good view.

Rylan strolled over, his eyes glittering. “Well. If this isn’t one of my fantasies come to life.” He stretched out on his side next to Scott, not touching him, though his body heat was scorching.

“Yeah?” Scott pushed on his dick, letting it bob away from his body before it fell heavily back against his belly. Rylan followed the movement and licked his lips.

“Yeah,” he growled, leaning in to put his mouth to Scott’s ear. “I watched you once, when we were kids. You were jacking yourself, just like this, and I humped my bed while you did it and came in my fucking pants.”

Scott moaned, his cock swelling impossibly bigger in his hand. “Jesus, Rylan.”

“What were you thinking of just now, when I walked in?”

Scott stroked harder. “You. The way you looked dancing with Minh, fucking his mouth. The way you feel inside me. Your voice saying you love me.”

Precome welled up in his slit, and Scott smeared it around with his thumb, groaning.

“Yes,” Rylan whispered. “I love you. Love your body. Your face. Your mind. Your strength. Your loyalty.”

Emotion and pleasure swirled through Scott in a dizzying wave, and his balls drew up tight.

Rylan kissed his way down to Scott’s nipple and surrounded it with his hot, wet mouth. “I love you.” He swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub. “You’re my heart, my soul. My everything.”

Rylan sucked hard as Scott unraveled, the slick sound of his hand jerking his cock filling the room. Broken moans welled in his throat, and Rylan scooted up again to whisper in his ear, “You’re so beautiful, Scott.” He pinched and rolled Scott’s wet nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Come for me now.”

Scott cried out to the ceiling, his back and buttocks arching clear off the bed as he shot his load all over his heaving chest in wrenching, seemingly endless spurts that left him gasping and spent.

Rylan crooned to him, pushing Scott’s hand away from his cock to squeeze the tip between his own fingers, forcing a few more white drops to the surface as he cleaned him up with gentle laps of his tongue.

Scott whimpered, overwhelmed, and Rylan gave him one last kiss before resting his head on Scott’s abdomen and rubbing his palm slowly across his hip. They lay there in a pleasant haze until Rylan said reluctantly, “Should probably think about getting on the road, huh?”

It was the last thing Scott wanted to do, but he glanced at the bedside clock and gave a grunt of assent. They each took turns showering while the other packed, and Scott hauled all the garbage out while Rylan did a last walkthrough of the cabin, making sure the hot tub was covered and all the lights turned off. Finally Scott locked up and slid the key under the mat for the housekeeper who would come by later that afternoon.

“Ready?”

Chris and Minh were already long gone, so there was nobody around when they tossed their bags into the convertible and backed down the gravel driveway out onto the road. They’d just hit the interstate when Scott’s phone rang, and he hit the button on the steering wheel to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Scotty! Where are you?” Corey’s voice was throbbing with excitement.

“On my way down from Sedona with Rylan. What’s up?”

Corey took an audible deep breath and burst out, “MC₂ is back on the table! The endorsement is so close I can fucking taste it!”

“What—”

“That picture you posted, the one of you lying on the rock? It’s a winner, baby! Mallory Creswell just called me himself! He’s flying in tomorrow night for a sit-down with us on Wednesday morning. This is it, Scotty. This is it!”

Scott hadn’t even begun to process that when Corey started rattling off instructions to him in a rapid-fire manner. “I’ve set you up with a haircut and style this afternoon, and after that, a mani/pedi and tooth bleaching. Tomorrow morning will be a spray tan, maybe a chest and eyebrow waxing. Get some gym time in as you can, but I think right now an even, all-over tan will help more than anything. How’s your eating been?”

Scott was still limited on some things because of his jaw, but he thought guiltily of the alcohol he’d drunk, the carbs and fat he’d eaten over the weekend, and winced. There’d been no gym time, and unless he counted the few hikes and a couple of bouts of sex, no exercise of any kind either.