Page 57 of Saving You

That was the moment he knew he was in it for himself. And that was the moment he knew that if he ever had kids, he would never, ever allow himself to be like them. They were nothing more than a cautionary tale of two selfish assholes who had no business bringing life into the world.

“Ridge?”

He snapped out of it and realized he hadn’t moved in too long. Leaning over, he caught Oz’s gaze. ‘Sorry.’

Oz shook his head. “You’re fine. You can stop if you’re tired.”

‘I’m not tired. Let me work on your hands. Roll over.’

He shifted, but Oz didn’t move. When Ridge gave him a pointed stare, Oz’s face bloomed pink. “I’m hard,” he said.

Oh. Well. That was definitely not a problem. He reached out, easing Oz over and onto his back, then took Oz’s hand and pressed it right against his own erection. It throbbed gently at the touch, and Oz sucked in a breath.

‘Wow,’ he signed.

Ridge smirked. ‘Touching you does that to me.’

Oz swallowed hard. ‘Thank you.’

Ridge didn’t know if Oz was thanking him for the massage or for the compliment. It didn’t matter either way. Both were his pleasure. He took Oz’s hand again and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm, then one to the tips of each finger. Oz gently grunted with each press of Ridge’s lips, and he let out a heavy exhale when Ridge began to rub thumbs against his tendons.

His eyes fluttered closed again, his dick a sharply pointed tent in the sheets that twitched every time Ridge hit a good spot. His mouth watered to taste him again, but he wasn’t going to do that tonight. No. He had a better idea—so long as Oz was eager and willing.

He switched hands and gave his left the same attention as his right before rubbing up and down his arms, then moving on to his pecs. Oz was still for all of it, but Ridge could see his lips twitching and eyelids fluttering.

He was present. He was feeling it.

And if the little curve upward to his mouth was any indication, he was enjoying it.

The last thing Ridge wanted to do was interrupt him, but it was time. He gently patted his hip until Oz opened his eyes.

‘I’d like to pull the sheet down now.’

Oz grabbed his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down so hard Ridge was surprised it didn’t bleed. He took one breath, then another, and then he nodded.

Ridge watched him like a hawk, eyes scanning him for any sign that this was too much. But when he got the sheet down, Oz’s body was pliant and willing. He moved with even the slightest touch of direction, and it didn’t take long before Ridge had Oz holding his knees to his chest, exposing his asshole.

‘I’d like to touch you here,’ he said, then brushed two fingers over it.

Oz grunted hard, nodding almost frantically.

‘Inside,’ Ridge clarified.

Oz dropped one leg to ask, ‘Will it hurt?’

‘I’ll go slow,’ Ridge promised. ‘One finger until you beg me for two.’

Oz’s eyes went wide. ‘Beg?’

Ridge’s smile had an edge to it. He could feel the sharpness of his want. ‘Yes. Trust me.’

Oz’s fingers hesitated, but then he grabbed his knees again and nodded instead. His throat was deep red with the flush that was slowly creeping upward, and when Ridge grabbed the oil bottle again, Oz’s cock dribbled a long stream of precome onto his lower stomach.

Oh. He liked that. He really, really liked that. Ridge couldn’t help but wonder how often Oz had fantasized about being with a man and about how often he told himself that it was a reality he’d never get to have.

Well, Ridge was going to make up for all those fears and worries right now. Grabbing the top of Oz’s calf, he leaned down on him until Oz looked up, and the moment his eyes were open, he pressed one finger inside him up to the first knuckle.

“Uhg,” Oz grunted loudly.

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