Page 22 of The Wayward Sons & the Seattle Sirens

We stumbled through the door in a wet frenzy, our boots slipping on the hardwood. I laughed as he tried to keep me from falling over and I damn near took him out with me.

“We probably need one of those damn welcome mat things,” I told him as I stepped back.

“Hold up.” Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, he yanked me back toward him. “There’s no way in hell you’re ruining our carpet by walking around like that.”

“Like what?”

“Wet and sandy.”

“If you wanted me naked, baby, all you had to do was ask.” I smirked as I slid off my boots. The hunger in his eyes kicked up as I took my time stripping—not that I had much choice. I was soaked to the bone and everything clung to me. But damn if I didn’t love the way his gaze roamed over my body.

“I could stare at you all day,” he admitted quietly.

“I really fuckin’ hope you’re goin’ to do more than just stare,” I said.

“Stroke yourself, honey,” he replied while peeling off his flannel. With a cocky grin, I fisted my aching dick, the silver of my wedding ring cold against my skin. I stroked my length from root to tip. Ryder’s stare never left me as he undressed. Fuck, he was sexy as hell.

When he was naked, he closed the distance between us and planted a hand on my chest. I went with him willingly until my back was pressed against the wall. He nuzzled the side of my neck as his hands skimmed down my stomach and gripped my hips.

“Fuck,” I groaned when his teeth scraped my ear.

“Head back and relax for me, Gray,” he said softly. I didn’t need to be told twice as he kissed his way down my body until he was on his knees in front of me. His tongue trailed over the dip of my hip bone. Strong hands ran up my thighs, and he gave my balls a light squeeze, damn near taking me out by the knees.

“Jesus fuck, baby,” I let out, my head tipping back against the wall with a soft thud. “You’re killin’ me.”

“I haven’t even started with you yet.” His tongue flicked across the head of my cock, tracing my slit. Fuck me. “Do you know how good you taste, honey?”

I didn’t have the fucking words to reply as his tongue circled the crown of my dick, and he took me in his mouth. My eyes rolled back as his head bobbed up and down my length, pushing me past the back of his throat each time.

Up and down. Fast and slow. His mouth was sweet fucking torture. My fingers balled in his hair tightly as I clung on for dear life.

“That’s it, honey,” Ryder praised when he pulled off, his deep voice thick with his desire. “Let go for me, Gray.”

Except I didn’t want to let go. I wanted more of him.

I pushed him away and dragged him to his feet. My hand curled around the back of his neck, and my mouth crashed against his. Hungry and desperate.

“Ain’t goin’ to happen, baby,” I said gruffly. With my hands on any inch of his body that I could touch, we made our way down the small hallway and tumbled into bed. I licked up his neck as I straddled his waist. I rolled my hips forward, my dick sliding along his and making him moan. “I don’t want to come until you’re inside me.”

His mouth found mine, and his teeth tugged on my lower lip. As his fingers dug into my skin, his hips thrust against mine. My dick throbbed. I needed him inside me so goddamn badly.

“Fuck me,” I practically begged.

“Ask me again nicely,” Ryder ordered.

“Please, fuck me, baby.”

“Good boy.”

CHAPTER 18

The parking lot to The Cove was packed. I swallowed hard as I neared the line outside the building. Anticipation. Need. List. Frustration. The list of emotions droned on and on. My stomach rolled with nausea, but I swallowed it. I had to fucking do this.

I focused on slow, deep breaths while I took my place at the back of the line.

Inhale. Think happy thoughts. Exhale.

Wash, rinse, repeat. I knew the drill. I may have hated being around large crowds, but I knew how to survive if I had to—I wasn’t great at it but still. I just had to get in there, find the siren, find out where Gray was, and kill it.

---