was quiet now under Drew’s weight, his hands softly caressing the muscled back. Suddenly, he turned his head toward the side of the bed.
“They’re staring at us.”
“Huh?”
“The dogs. They’re staring at us.”
***
Drew turned his head to follow Ridge’s gaze. Sure enough, the two shepherds were sitting by the bed, their heads cocked, looking at the two men. They sat side by side, their butts touching.
Drew, his adrenaline still bouncing around inside, snorted softly. He quirked his lips at the picture the dogs made. Jesus, first the sister and now the dogs. Anybody else want to know what’s going on in here?
He heaved another sigh. That had been an unbelievable ride, he thought -- with someone who had quite possibly been a virgin, no less -- and he’d come on like shock and awe. He should be ashamed of himself. Rising up on an elbow, he stared down at Ridge, considering.
Nah.
With a mental shrug, he drew back a little. Circling his fingers around his cock to hold onto the condom, he pulled out carefully, wincing a little at the grimace on Ridge’s face. “I’m sorry, baby.”
He did have to admit it was a little creepy having the dogs watch their every move. “Elsa, go lie down.” He pointed to the living area, and the dog obediently rose and headed out of the room, her boyfriend at her side.
“That was creepy.” Ridge’s comment unknowingly matched Drew’s assessment. “I hope they didn’t watch us the whole time.” He took deep breaths, wincing again as he stretched out his legs. “Whoa.” He watched as Drew tied off the condom and moved to the bathroom to pitch it in the trash.
After dumping the rubber, Drew walked back to the bed and slid under the sheet. Ridge rolled to cuddle against Drew, tucking himself under Drew’s arm. Hesitantly, Drew brought that arm up and around, sliding his hand along Ridge’s back. He considered Ridge’s statement about the dogs.
“You know, the Seventh Cavalry could have been in the room and I wouldn’t have stopped. Once you got me started, there was no going back.” He raised Ridge’s chin with his fingers. “Was this your first time?” He was kind of sure now.
“Wh -- why do you think that?” Ridge evaded. The abrupt question appeared to startle him.
“Because you sure didn’t seem too comfortable when we first got going. It, uh, kind of sounded like you didn’t know what to do.”
Ridge shook his head.
One shoulder lifting in an awkward shrug, Drew frowned in acceptance. “Okay with me. I just hope I, um, wasn’t too rough. You took me okay, right?” Why the hell he should feel guilty was beyond him.
He heard what sounded like a faint snort. Offended, he pulled away and angled his head down so he could look Ridge in the eye. Well, he would have, if Ridge weren’t keeping his eyes down.
“What? You think you’re so big and bad that I should feel scared?” Ridge snorted again, and this time there was no doubt about it. The blond rolled away, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. “I’ve done this before, you know.”
Was he grandstanding? “Uh-huh. When?”
Silence.
Bringing both arms up, Drew layered one pillow over another, and he leaned back with his hands behind his head. He slanted a look at Ridge. “When you were fifteen?”
“No!” Ridge said disgustedly. Rolling his eyes, he looped one arm behind his head. Still staring at the ceiling, he sighed. “Look. I’ve fucked before. It’s just... been a while. In junior college. It just wasn’t that great, that’s all.”
Okay. So why was Drew still worried? Jesus, why did he even care?
“Hey.” Ridge finally looked at him, head tilting to the side. “I’m fine. I wanted to jump your bone and I did it.” The blond looked a little anxious. “I’ll do it again, if we get the chance.” There was a nervous grin on Ridge’s lean face, contrasting with the rakish look of the red-gold five o’clock shadow.
Nodding slowly, Drew waved a hand.
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