“Good deal.” The twins stormed out, keeping him caught between them.
They had to make quite a picture, the tall Yankee flanked by twin cowboys, but he was only focused on one of them.
“I’m going upstairs, Bubba. I’ve got a guy on speed dial that…you know.”
Ryder glanced at Roper. “You pissed?”
“A little, but mostly at him.”
“’kay. Call me in the morning.”
“Good night, Roper.” He gave Roper a nod and took Ryder’s hand. “Is he okay?”
“He’ll be fine. He’s going to have loud, crazy sex.” Ryder rolled his eyes.
“Sounds like a great idea. Minus the crazy part.” There was no way he’d ever confuse Ryder with his brother. Not if he could see into their eyes. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“Yes. I need—” Ryder swallowed and squeezed his hand. “You. I need you.”
He heard that, and he rewarded his cowboy with his own truth. “I need you too.” He hadn’t needed anyone as fully and completely in his life.
He made sure Roper had already gone on his way and led Ryder to the elevators. They were still holding hands, and the heat between them was making their palms a little slippery. He made himself breathe because he was tempted to lock the hotel room door and take his lover right there. He’d promised Ryder something unforgettable, and they could build up to it—there was always time for that—but he was determined to make sure Ryder knew he wanted more.
He wanted to give his cowboy more as well.
“I was going to kick that bastard’s butt. Roper was right there with me. I’m glad you were there.”
“I’m not sure my presence was as helpful as it could have been. I was going to let you.” He dropped his voice lower. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.”
Ryder blew out a hard, short breath. “Then I must be goddamn irresistible right now.”
No question. “Absolutely. I’m impatiently waiting to get my hands on you.”
“I want that. I want you to make me blind to anyone but you.”
Charles could do that. It was exactly what he wanted.
They stood close as the elevator doors shut, and he didn’t even trust himself to speak, much less touch Ryder. Anywhere.
But as soon as they reached their hotel room, he fished his keycard out of his wallet and leaned close enough that Ryder knew he was right there. “In a minute, I’m going to be your whole world.”
“Good.” Ryder was still frowning, eyebrows drawn in close.
He opened the door and, after Ryder marched inside, he closed it and turned the lock. “Bedroom.” He hadn’t intended to growl.
He loved the dark, hungry look he got from Ryder, though, the way Ryder wet his lips. He followed, watching Ryder’s determined stride, focused on his cowboy.
They hadn’t gotten two steps into the bedroom when he reached for Ryder and pulled him in close, kissing him hard.
Ryder grabbed his ass with both hands, meeting him halfway with a deep rumble as he dragged them together.
Ryder might have rolled his eyes at his twin running off for wild sex but, in this, Ryder seemed more like Roper than not. He knew the cowboy was angry, but he didn’t want that energy in their bed.
He needed to change the narrative a little.
He grabbed Ryder’s wrists and pulled them away from his ass, holding on tight. “You’re mine right now, cowboy. This is my room. Nobody else belongs here.”
“What?” He got an utterly confused glance. “I don’t understand.”