Page 25 of Redemption Ridge Vol II

“No. Yes.” Tyler deflated like a balloon in his chair. “I don’t know.”

“I’ll start talking, and you tell me when you’ve heard enough or if you want more detail.” Owen waited for Tyler’s barely there nod before continuing. “To be honest, I wasn’t feeling picky when I showed up here. I was horny and lonely. There are things I can’t do to please myself, and I specifically came here for that.”

Tyler held up a hand to stop him, and Owen breathed a sigh of relief until he said, “What things?”

“I wanted a blow job,” Owen said. Tyler’s eyes widened, but he pushed on. “And I wanted to give a blow job. I have a dildo to ride, and I’ve got my right hand to jerk off. Those things will only work for so long before I crave real human interaction. If I were flexible enough to suck my own dick, I would’ve done it instead of hooking up with someone. It felt good during the act, but I was sick with guilt afterward.”

Tyler tilted his head. “Why?”

“In my heart, I’ve always belonged to you, so getting pleasure from someone else felt wrong.”

Tyler’s gaze softened. “You didn’t cheat. I didn’t even know you loved me or wanted me like that.” He looked at the dance floor and back again. “Is that all you did with Kerry? Trade blow jobs?”

“No. I might not have developed feelings for Kerry, but I trusted him.”

“Enough to be the gazelle?” Tyler pressed.

“Yeah.” He placed his hands on Tyler’s thighs. “Are you upset?”

“No, but I feel a little intimidated. That guy would be a huge act to follow.”

Owen snorted and shook his head. “He can’t hold a candle to you, Ty, and that’s a promise. No one has ever made me feel the way you do. There’s no competition, but if there was, you’d win the gold medal.”

Tyler’s cheeks blushed. “But we haven’t done that much together yet.”

“And you’ve made me come harder than anyone else ever has. Sex without an emotional connection is just sex. We have something really special. What feels better to you? Taking care of business by yourself in the shower or having me stroke you to orgasm?”

“Your touch,” Tyler said.

“Why?”

“Because we love each other.” Tyler tipped toward him and rested his forehead against Owen’s shoulder. “Do you want my mouth on your dick?”

Owen dug his fingers into Tyler’s thighs. “I dream about it almost as much as sucking you off, but I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

Tyler lifted his head, and his heavy-lidded gaze met Owen’s. “I’m ready.”

If they’d been at the club by themselves, Owen would’ve thrown Tyler over his shoulder and hauled him out. But they had Rueben and Keegan to consider. “How about we dance for a little while first?”

“Because you think I’m making an impulsive decision out of fear or jealousy instead of desire?”

Tyler feared poor impulse control as much or more than not having the freedom to make choices for himself. Owen needed to tread lightly while being completely honest.

“I made the suggestion because you were upset we didn’t get to dance last week, and I don’t want to rush Keegan and Rueben out of here.”

Tyler searched his gaze for several moments before nodding. Then, he leaped off his chair, grabbed Owen’s hand, and led him away. Once they reached the dance floor, Tyler turned and looped his arms around Owen’s neck and stepped into his embrace. “Not there,” he said when Owen settled his hands on Ty’s hips. “Lower.”

Owen kissed plush lips and slid his hands over the curve of Tyler’s ass and into his back pockets.

Tyler sighed happily and pressed his cheek to Owen’s. “That’s better.”

“You’re all I’ll ever want,” Owen said.

Ty shivered against him, and Owen knew it had nothing to do with the temperature in the club. “I’m sorry for overreacting.”

“You didn’t,” Owen assured him. “We’re both new to this, and it’s scary as hell.”

Tyler pressed his mouth to Owen’s neck and trailed kisses toward his jaw. “You’re not afraid of anything.”