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“What is?”
“The fact that you hooked up with him…” I mutter petulantly. “Multiple times. I actually fucking hate it.”
“Yea, I’m aware,” he says, though his lips are curving into a content little smirk.
I glare at him. “Why does that make you happy?”
“Because… Ilovethat you’re jealous,” he tells me, reaching out to run his fingers over mine on the table. “I’ve always loved your possessiveness. I don’t know why, but it just… It lets me know how you feel. Even before, when you didn’t tell me.”
Swallowing hard, I stare at him while he chews and swallows, eating with one hand and caressing my fingers with the other. I’m so… blown away by what he’s saying. I mean, of course I always knew I loved him, but it used to be hidden beneath all these other things, like my guilt mostly. I suppose he had to hang onto something…
I just never knew my possessiveness and jealousy when it comes to Tate could be a positive thing for Ryan.
“Now, I’m not saying I want you punching him again.” His face pivots in my direction as his grin widens. “Once was more than enough for that. But I just want you to know that I see your heart, Ben Lockwood-Harper. You wear it on your sleeve, and I’m smitten for it.”
“Only for you,” I bring his hand to my lips to kiss his knuckles. “And Jess.”
“How many dudes have you punched for looking at her wrong?” He chuckles, and I have to laugh back.
“No comment.” I attempt to smother my grin, but it doesn’t really work.
Ryan devours his plate of food after that, and I honestly think it’s mainly to make me happy, which has me soaring. Once he has food in his stomach, we grab a couple more drinks, though I know he’s registering my wordless request for him to take it easy.
But itisa celebration, after all. And based on how much fun Ryan is obviously having, we might need to think about venturing into gay clubs on occasion. Because he clearly likes this, and while I’m not a partier, I want to make him happy more than anything else in the world.
I live for my husband and wife. Anything and everything I do is for them at this point.
Meandering around the party, however, is marginally irritating for me because I can tell all of Tate’s friends know that he hooked up with Ryan. It’s written on all their faces when we talk to them, and though the jealousy isn’t a big deal, especially now that I know Ryan kind of likes it, the whole thing just makes me think maybe the hooking up wasn’t as casual for Tate as it was for Ryan.
Ryan was sort of using Tate, to distract himself from what he wanted but couldn’t have. It’s a little fucked up, but then Tate has always been the guy who claims he doesn’t have time for relationships. He revels in being single. If he were developing feelings for Ryan, I’m sure Ryan had no idea about it.
The sun sets, and on go the twinkly lights strung up over the backyard. It’s actually gorgeous out here, and much more comfortable now that the sun has slipped away.
“Tell me you’re at least having a little fun,” Ryan hums, brushing his fingers through my hair while we stand off to the side, watching all the mingling happening around us.
I turn my face to his and give him a slow blink of appreciation, for how damn good his touch feels. “I’m having a ton of fun. Because I’m with you.”
“Sweet,” he smiles. Then the fingertips dance down my neck, tickling me just enough to give me chills.
My breathing shallows a bit as we stare at one another. Ryan’s pupils dilate and he bites his lip.
I couldn’t rip my hungry gaze away from his mouth if you paid me, and suddenly more than anything I’m feeling the heat in his hard body, so close to mine. The quixotic music rippling through the air, pushing us together.
I place my palm flat over his chest to feel his heartbeat and he leans in, kissing my lips softly, only once before trailing his mouth along my jaw.
“Can wepleasefind somewhere to be alone right now?” He whispers and my cock throbs between us. “I’ve been dying for you all damn day and I can’t take it anymore.”
Swallowing, I whisper, “Take me wherever you want, baby. I’m yours.”
He lets out a soft rumble of a sound, then immediately grabs my hand and starts pulling me toward the house. I can only hope no one’s paying attention to us, but honestly the way I’m needing this right now, I can’t find it in myself to care.
We rush inside, passing guys left and right who are laughing and hanging on each other. We clearly aren’t the only ones with this idea, and we’re definitely not the only insatiable couple at the party. The first door Ryan tries opens to reveal three guys together in a bedroom, all of whom happen to be inverycompromising positions. We both stand in that doorway for a few generous seconds before closing the door and turning away to try another room.
“Did that turn you on as much as it did me?” Ryan breathes while we stalk the hallway.
I can feel the flush in my face as I nod.Never seen that happening in real life before… Damn.
The only room that isn’t locked or occupied ends up being a sun room, which wouldn’t be a problem, except that it’s made mostly of large bay windows which overlook the back patio… where the rest of the party is going on. It’s sort of elevated, so it’s not like people would be able to really see us unless we were fucking up against the glass, but still… The room isn’t private by any means.
