Page 9 of Redemption Ridge Vol II

“You’ve never experienced nipple play?” Owen asked. “Not even with yourself?”

Tyler shook his head. “I didn’t know that was something guys liked.”

Owen cupped Tyler’s face and stared into his eyes. “It only matters what you like and what we like to do together.”

Warmth spread throughout Tyler’s body. He’d never felt comfortable exploring his sexuality, even when alone, and Owen was there offering the world to him. It gave Tyler the courage to put himself out there even more. “If I try something, will you teach me how to make it better for you?”

“As long as you only do things that you’re comfortable receiving from me.”

Tyler nodded vigorously before leaning in and swiping his tongue over Owen’s nipple.

“Baby,” Owen groaned. He slid one hand into Tyler’s hair, holding him close to his chest. “Do it again.”

Tyler swirled his tongue around the tight bud, then drew it into his mouth.

“Fuck, yes. You’re a natural, Ty. Follow your gut.”

Tyler swirled and sucked until Owen’s body vibrated, and then he moved to the other nipple. This time, he lightly grazed the tight bud with his teeth, and Owen nearly bucked off the bed.

“Make this any better, and I’m going to come in my underwear like a virgin,” Owen groused.

Tyler loved the sexy rumble of his voice, so he did it again. Owen’s fist tightened in his hair, making Tyler’s scalp tingle and his dick leak even more. He didn’t recognize a single thing about himself or the situation, but he didn’t give a damn. He eased away from Owen’s flushed chest, licked his lips, and boldly said, “My turn.”

Owen growled sexily as he tumbled Tyler to his back so fast the room spun. Following his instincts, Tyler parted his legs to make room for Owen and earned a pirate’s smile that promised a thorough ravishing if he wanted it. Did he? Could he make such an enormous leap after only a few kisses and caresses? Owen’s swagger dimmed a little as he studied Tyler’s reaction.

“Too much?” Owen asked.

He’d used his forearms to take the brunt of his weight instead of lying fully on top of Tyler, but their lower halves aligned, and he felt Owen’s urgent need pressed against his. It both terrified and thrilled him how badly he wanted to remove the last barriers between them. Tyler’s heart skipped a beat, and butterflies stirred in his stomach. It felt like he had a front-row seat on a roller coaster that teetered at the top of an enormous hill. Any second, he’d careen down at breakneck speeds, but he knew Owen would be right there to keep him safe. So when Owen mistook his delayed response and pushed up to move off him, Tyler wrapped his legs around Owen’s calves to keep him in place.

“It’s not enough,” Tyler corrected.

Owen pressed the full length of his body against Tyler’s and captured his mouth in their hottest kiss yet. And down the hill they flew together.

Owen had trained and fought as an amateur boxer before he was old enough to drive, so he wasn’t a stranger to having the wind knocked out of him. But this…this was different. It hurt just as much as taking a hard jab to the gut because he had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for why Tyler was beneath him on the bed, staring up at him with a lust-drunk expression in his big, dark eyes. Dreams came true for other people, not the Doyles. Hadn’t his uncle Howie pounded that into his head during training? “This world won’t give us anything besides a shit sandwich,” he’d said. “You want something, you better take it.”

And Howie’s predictions had come true right up until the day Tyler became his cellmate, and Owen’s luck changed for the better. So why couldn’t the vision beneath him be true?

Tyler reached up and brushed strands of hair off his forehead. “Now who’s having second thoughts?”

“Pinch me?” Owen said.

Tyler scrunched up his nose adorably. “Huh?”

“Do it. Prove to me I’m not dreaming.”

A beautiful smile greeted Owen’s request. Tyler arched a brow and shifted his hand lower. Owen wanted to watch its trajectory but couldn’t look away from Tyler’s espresso-colored eyes. A sharp pain ignited in Owen’s left nipple, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Fuck me! Not dreaming.”

Tyler’s eyes flew open wide with panic as he drew his hand back. Owen captured it, sucked a finger in his mouth, and returned the wet digit to his nipple.

“Now, make it better.” A wet warmth replaced the sharp sting. The pleasure was so intense that Owen rocked his hips forward. Tyler grunted, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He couldn’t wait to introduce Tyler to the delicious secrets his body held. “I believe it’s my turn to kiss and touch you.”

Tyler squirmed on the bed and thrust his hips upward, seeking more friction. Owen shifted his body weight to hold his pelvis still, earning a dark scowl and a pouty mouth he couldn’t resist kissing. The bedding smelled like Irish Spring soap, which comforted Owen and aroused him to no end. Tyler tasted like the butterscotch candies he preferred and a hint of the coffee he could never resist. Owen didn’t stop kissing Tyler until forced to separate so they could catch their breath. Then, he eased down, though not as far as he would’ve liked. One day, he’d kiss a path down to Tyler’s dick and blow his mind, but for now, he stopped at Tyler’s sternum. Did he go left or right? Owen licked his lips while he considered, and Tyler watched his tongue movement with intense regard. He went left, curling his tongue around and around the hard nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Tyler cried out, fisted both hands in Owen’s hair, and rubbed his pelvis against Owen’s abdomen. “Christ. Oh fuck.”

Owen chuckled and pulled the nipple harder between his lips. He swirled his tongue around it to ease Tyler, then sent him out of the stratosphere by grazing it with his teeth.