A Change of Pace (17 page)

Distracted by the peek-a-boo show he was watching, Drew barely heard him. “Huh?”

Ridge hummed softly, his left hand coming out to slowly pull one side of the shirt back.

Drew sighed, loving the sight of that nipple ring. “Yum, baby. Yum.” He quickly pushed off his briefs, kicking them to the wall.

Ridge was being damned slow at getting undressed. Fretting, Drew took a step closer. “Let me help you.”

He was stopped by Ridge’s right hand, held up with the palm facing him. “Oh, no, you don’t. You’re still in trouble.”

Why did that make his dick harder? It was pointing straight at Ridge, the tip wet. He pushed one hand down, cupping the head, sliding the pre-come around. His breath hitched as his fingers rubbed under the sensitive crest.

Continuing his torture, Ridge slowly pulled back the other side of the shirt so that he could see both nipples. Drew had to stare for several seconds before he realized what he was looking at.

“Holy shit.”

“Uh-huh.” God, Ridge could sound self-satisfied when he wanted.

“That’s... that’s a -- you got the other one pierced. Without me!” Christ, look at how sexy his man was.

“It was supposed to be your wedding present. Now I’m kind of thinking it’s a good thing you can’t touch it for a while. You’ve been a bad boy today.”

Drew was about ready to sit up and beg -- or woof like Elsa did when she wanted something. He nodded, salivating. “Uh-huh.” He was already picturing his fingers tugging on both of those rings, twisting them, pinching the nipples that held them...

Ridge slipped off the shirt, laying it over the kneewall between the vanity and the toilet. He unfastened his trousers and slowly let them drop down his legs. “I’m going to get in the shower.”

Drew’s head swiveled as he watched his sexy guy lower the dimmer switch on the lights before sliding the heavy glass door back and turning on the water. Hmmm.

He hurried to brush his teeth, then followed, stepping in behind Ridge. Steam drifted upward inside the large shower stall, and the wide, clerestory windows showcased the evening sky. The sun was still setting, and it cast an orange-purple glow in the bathroom.

Sidling around, Drew watched as Ridge slowly washed that sexy golden body with a sudsy loofah. Pouring gel on both hands, he moved behind Ridge as he rubbed his palms together, then slid them down Ridge’s belly, around the slim hips, and over the tight ass cheeks. Spreading the fingers of one hand between the swell of chest muscles, he pressed his lips to Ridge’s ear. “Lean back, okay?”

With a sigh, Ridge acquiesced, and Drew took control of the loofah. He directed Ridge’s hand all around, sliding the soap bubbles around his husband’s shoulders and chest, the taut belly, the long thighs. Dropping the body sponge, he wrapped his fingers around the pretty cock that was swollen and twitching, just asking for his attention. He murmured soothingly as he used a slow jacking motion. “That’s it, baby, just relax.” At the same time, he couldn’t keep his own dick from burrowing between the cheeks of Ridge’s ass. “Can I touch it?” While his hips kept time with his heartbeat, his eyes were glued to the new piercing.

Wet blond hair sliding off his brow, Ridge tilted his head back enough to meet Drew’s gaze. “Nope. Hands off, city boy. At least for a while.”

At least his husband was smiling at him again. Sighing, Drew began tugging faster on Ridge’s dick, using his free hand to cup and massage the furry balls. “Let me make you feel good.”

Ridge brought both arms up, sliding them around Drew’s neck. He gripped tightly as Drew stretched long fingers back, massaging and pressing his taint. “God, Drew, you know just where to touch me.”

Body flushing with heat at that claim, Drew’s arms closed tightly around his new husband almost in reflex before he made an effort to relax. Breathing hard, he shook his head. “I’m... I want you to know, I’m trying to be a gentleman... since it’s -- it’s our wedding night and all.” Swallowing roughly, he closed his eyes and tried to stay in control. But the sexy body that was pressing and rubbing against his was driving him crazy.

“Don’t.”

He opened his eyes. “What?”

“Don’t.” Ridge moaned low, rolling his hips and pushing his ass back into Drew.

“God.” Drew jerked, his dick riding up, looking for home. “Don’t what?”

The whiskey-brown eyes gleamed in the half-light. “Don’t be a gentleman.” Hiccupping a breath, Ridge’s lips quirked in a tiny smile. “I appreciate... the effort, but--” With a groan, he hid his face against Drew’s shoulder. He shifted one foot, spreading his thighs wider. “Just... don’t.”

That was all the permission Drew needed. Still tugging Ridge off, he scrabbled blindly for the lube they kept on the ledge. His fingers brushed the pile of condoms there, and he paused, struck by what they were going to do. His throat got tight. He heaved a deep breath. “Are you sure?”

Ridge’s voice was low but firm. “I’m sure.”

Their wedding gift to each other was the decision to stop using condoms. They’d gone through the testing and talked about it frankly, but the reality of it was hitting Drew right where he lived. He and his husband were making the ultimate commitment to each other.

Dropping his head back on his neck, he stared at the ceiling for a long moment before swallowing. He rubbed his cheek against Ridge’s. “God, I love you.”

He pressed slick fingers into Ridge’s tight opening, working the muscle, softening it, preparing the way. Ridge urged him on with wordless cries and groans. Shifting them, he pressed Ridge to the sidewall, spreading his weight along his husband’s back. “Let me in, sweetheart.”

“Uh-huh.” Ridge yielded with another groan.

Drew pushed deep in one long slide, wanting to claim, needing to own. For the first time, he thought he might really know what it meant to make love. He was worshiping Ridge with his body and his heart.

He whispered his feelings, almost mumbling. “You make me... I’ve got to -- I’ve... God, I love you, Ridge.”

A beatific smile was pasted on Ridge’s lips, and the sexy brown eyes were closed, long lashes brushing the tanned cheeks. “I know.”

And the best thing was, Drew knew he was loved in return.