His cock jerked, loving that touch. “Mmhmm…more exploring?”
“I believe so, yes.” Charles cupped his balls, giving them a gentle tug.
His lips parted and his hips rocked, back and forth, a moan escaping him.
“I was thinking we could have dinner in the room tonight, unless your heart is set on the dining room again.” Charles teased him with gentle fingers.
“Rooms are good…” He needed to focus…but how could he between wine and Mister Charlie?
“I thought so. I’m going to have dessert first though.” Mister Charlie kissed him, and those gentle fingers wrapped around his prick, gliding slowly from root to tip.
“Dessert?” He arched, showing off a little, licking his lips.
“Mhm. You.” Mister Charlie was watching, enjoying his show. “I’ve never made love in a hot tub before. Have you?”
He shook his head. “Not yet, love.”
But he was ready to try, hell yes.
“Well, it’s not the best idea from what I understand, but I have another idea, shall we try it?”
“I want to. Know. Try. The whole thing.”
Charles chuckled, fingers curling tighter around him and stroking in earnest. “You sound distracted.”
“Uh-huh.” He was distracted. He was dizzy with wine and love.
“Every time I touch you I wonder why I waste my time doing anything else.”
Oh, that made him soar, made him dive into another, harder, kiss.
Charles hummed and returned his kiss with such heat it was a wonder they didn’t both turn to ashes.
He held Charles close, tilting his head and feeding off all that need.
Charles groaned and turned him so he was straddling those strong hips, then wrapped a big hand around both of their pricks, squeezing them together. “Need you.”
“I’m yours. However you need me. Whenever you need me.” It was a vow, from every ounce of him.
“Mine. My boy. My own.” Charles worked their cocks together in long strokes.
“Uhn. Uh-huh. Uh-huh… Promise to God…” He was right there.
“Promise you—” Charles made that gorgeous, deep-throated sound he always did when he was about to shoot, then arched under him as that hand sped up.
“Love!” His balls drew up and that was that. He shot so hard his bones rattled.
“Yes—love.” Charles held them together as their cocks jerked and rolled. They rode the aftershocks for a long time, before they collapsed together.
He leaned back and took Ryder’s face in his hands. “I love you, Ryder. I haven’t had an opportunity to say it the way I want to yet, but I do want to. I want you to hear it. I love you.”
Ryder held his gaze, kissed him, long and slow. “Love you, Mister Charlie.”
22
“Ifucking love it here!” Roper grabbed Ryder as soon as he came out of the city apartment to let his twin in. “How could you ever leave?”
“The lake house is magic?” And he loved Charles, not where they were. “I’m so glad you’re here. Merry almost Christmas!”