Page 45 of Lost Boy
How would it feel for those long, lean fingers to trail circles across my bare skin, teasing me as they work lower and lower—
“You can keep that in your room,” Uncle Joel tells me after everyone retired to bed except him and Ryder.
I shake the lusty thoughts from my mind and try to understand what he’s saying. The confusion must show on my face.
“The guitar,” he clarifies.
“Okay,” I agree. Itismine. I don’t expect him to store it in his closet. Uncle Joel’s house isn’t that big.
“I’ll take your gifts home, though. Enjoy the rest of your birthday, nephew.” Uncle Joel squeezes my shoulder as he walks by, thankfully understanding I’m not available for a hug now. Everything is just too raw. “Goodnight. Happy birthday, Fallon.”
“Thank you,” I mumble. “For all of it.”
His big hand gives me another firm squeeze. “Love you, kiddo.”
He walks away, not expecting or waiting for reciprocation.
As soon as Uncle Joel disappears up one side of the grand staircase, strong arms wrap around me like they always do. “Ready for bed, birthday boy? You can have the bunks to yourself, or you can share the king with me. Your choice. No pressure either way. It’s just sleeping.” He penguin-walks us toward the stairs, toward his room. Because regardless of which bed I pick, I am one hundred percent sleeping in Ryder Cruz’s bedroom. I’m sure most of the girls at school would be jealous.
It has me wondering. . .
“Do you like girls?”
His answer is swift, and there’s zero hesitation. “No.” Then he licks my ear, still wrapped around me like a cuddly koala. My whole body shivers involuntarily.
So he’s gay?
“Where are you sleeping tonight, Blue?” he whispers dangerously, doing that thing where he presses his mouth directly to my ear. Electricity shoots through me, jolting my cock, and attempting to jump-start my heart.
“In your bed,” I answer breathlessly.
I need more. I need to take my mind off of everything. My face throbs with the memory of fists coming at me, and my eyes burn at the thought of what that letter might say.
Does he blame me for not being there?
“Stop thinking. Let’s go upstairs and lemme make you feel better.”
It’s like he can read my mind, knows my desires. I’m desperate for him, for his touch. I want to feel something.I need to forget.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
RYDER
“It’s still your birthday. Let me give you one last present,” I tell him, encouraging him to say yes.
I’ve been holding back my desire to be with a guy for years, and now that I have this amazing person right in front of me, I need to put my hands all over him. My lips. Maybe drag my tongue across his—
“Okay.” Fallon’s quiet response cuts off my deviant thoughts, and I straighten up, focusing on the boy in front of me.
I grab his hand and lace our fingers together, pulling him upstairs. I’ve never had anyone in my bed before. Not even Cole or Jamison. I have bunk beds, so they’ve never needed to.
My mind is a jumble of nerves, and I shake unnecessary thoughts of my best friends out of my head. When we get to my room, I shut the thick wooden door and lock it behind me.
I let go of his hand and walk over to my sound system, turning it on and connecting my phone. I select my sexy playlist, not that I’ve ever used it with anyone, and let the sensual sounds of “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd slowly pour from the speakers.
When I turn around, Fallon is perched on the edge of the mattress, his blue hair covering one eye, expression unreadable.
That won’t do.
