after each and every kink in Pres’s upper region until he was satisfied that Pres was more relaxed. He slowed his massage and leaned in to rest his forehead on the back of Pres’s soft hair.
“Feel better?”
“Damn. Yeah, Ric. I didn’t realize how much tension I had.” Pres was talking, but he was completely still, maybe because of Ric’s closeness. He turned his body and whispered a soft thank-you before moving to stand.
Ric stood and let Pres get a light grip on his elbow so he could lead him to the front door. “Can I walk you home?” Ric let loose a soft laugh.
Pres’s million-dollar smile flashed at him. “I think I can manage.”
“Okay, then.” Ric didn’t want this man to leave. He wanted to take him to his bedroom and see if he could relieve some tension Pres may have had in other places as well. Ric decided right then and there that this man would be his. “Thank you for dinner, Pres.” He unlocked the door and slightly cracked it open.
“You’re welcome. I had a good time tonight, Ric. It…It…” Pres stalled in his confession.
“It what?” Ric urged. He wanted to hear what Pres thought. He’d refuse to let him run from how Ric made him feel.
“It was nice,” Pres said, his voice sounding like he was out of breath.
“Yes, it was.”
Ric brought his hand up to squeeze Pres’s shoulder and watched him drop his head again at his touch. Ric slowly let his grip move around to the back of Pres’s neck, giving the man time to pull away if he wanted to. But Pres was patiently waiting on Ric’s next move.
“Com’ere,” Ric purred while he carefully brought their faces together. He bypassed Pres’s twitching mouth and let his scruffy cheek rest on the gorgeous man’s soft face. He gently rubbed their skin together before pressing a ghost of a kiss on Pres’s neck. He heard him inhale deeply and turn into the touch. Damn, this man is starved for affection. Ric insisted on playing this safe, though. If Pres wanted more, he’d have to come and get it. Ric let his lips linger a second longer before saying, “Good night,” his lips brushing the shell of Pres’s ear when he spoke.
According to the rapid rise and fall of Pres’s chest, he’d definitely lighted a fire in the man, but Ric released Pres and watched him walk slowly down the hall until he was at the door to his own condo. He’d decided Pres needed to process what he was feeling before he would move this further…and most of all, Pres needed to dump that fucking so-called girlfriend, too. One thing Ric didn’t do was share.
Chapter Eleven
It was Friday night, and Pres had come home early to get a few chores done and to take Josey for an extra-long walk in the park. The last couple of days his mind had been filled with Rickson. Goddamn, that man knew how to use his hands. Pres just wasn’t sure he wanted to be labeled gay, or if he was willing to get sex from any damn body since it’d been forever since he’d been laid. It wouldn’t be fair to Ric to use him, just like it wasn’t fair to Leo all those years ago. Look what it had done to a friendship that had meant a lot to him.
Pres didn’t know if he could really be just friends with Ric since the man was so attracted to him and wasn’t afraid to show it. But, no matter how many times Pres tried to reason that starting a thing with Ric might not be a good idea, all he kept hearing in his head was the sound of Ric’s gruff voice when he was turned on and the way the hot fucker smelled. “I’d only make you beg if you were being bad…but I’d always give in to you.” Ric’s sexy words echoed in Pres’s mind over and over again.
Pres was sipping on a glass of Merlot and listening to an audiobook when he picked up the cordless and called his “girlfriend.” I need to fuck.
“Hello,” Vikki said in that sweet voice that immediately made Pres sit up.
“Hey, Vikki. What’s going on? I haven’t heard from you all week. How you been,
“Feel better?”
“Damn. Yeah, Ric. I didn’t realize how much tension I had.” Pres was talking, but he was completely still, maybe because of Ric’s closeness. He turned his body and whispered a soft thank-you before moving to stand.
Ric stood and let Pres get a light grip on his elbow so he could lead him to the front door. “Can I walk you home?” Ric let loose a soft laugh.
Pres’s million-dollar smile flashed at him. “I think I can manage.”
“Okay, then.” Ric didn’t want this man to leave. He wanted to take him to his bedroom and see if he could relieve some tension Pres may have had in other places as well. Ric decided right then and there that this man would be his. “Thank you for dinner, Pres.” He unlocked the door and slightly cracked it open.
“You’re welcome. I had a good time tonight, Ric. It…It…” Pres stalled in his confession.
“It what?” Ric urged. He wanted to hear what Pres thought. He’d refuse to let him run from how Ric made him feel.
“It was nice,” Pres said, his voice sounding like he was out of breath.
“Yes, it was.”
Ric brought his hand up to squeeze Pres’s shoulder and watched him drop his head again at his touch. Ric slowly let his grip move around to the back of Pres’s neck, giving the man time to pull away if he wanted to. But Pres was patiently waiting on Ric’s next move.
“Com’ere,” Ric purred while he carefully brought their faces together. He bypassed Pres’s twitching mouth and let his scruffy cheek rest on the gorgeous man’s soft face. He gently rubbed their skin together before pressing a ghost of a kiss on Pres’s neck. He heard him inhale deeply and turn into the touch. Damn, this man is starved for affection. Ric insisted on playing this safe, though. If Pres wanted more, he’d have to come and get it. Ric let his lips linger a second longer before saying, “Good night,” his lips brushing the shell of Pres’s ear when he spoke.
According to the rapid rise and fall of Pres’s chest, he’d definitely lighted a fire in the man, but Ric released Pres and watched him walk slowly down the hall until he was at the door to his own condo. He’d decided Pres needed to process what he was feeling before he would move this further…and most of all, Pres needed to dump that fucking so-called girlfriend, too. One thing Ric didn’t do was share.
Chapter Eleven
It was Friday night, and Pres had come home early to get a few chores done and to take Josey for an extra-long walk in the park. The last couple of days his mind had been filled with Rickson. Goddamn, that man knew how to use his hands. Pres just wasn’t sure he wanted to be labeled gay, or if he was willing to get sex from any damn body since it’d been forever since he’d been laid. It wouldn’t be fair to Ric to use him, just like it wasn’t fair to Leo all those years ago. Look what it had done to a friendship that had meant a lot to him.
Pres didn’t know if he could really be just friends with Ric since the man was so attracted to him and wasn’t afraid to show it. But, no matter how many times Pres tried to reason that starting a thing with Ric might not be a good idea, all he kept hearing in his head was the sound of Ric’s gruff voice when he was turned on and the way the hot fucker smelled. “I’d only make you beg if you were being bad…but I’d always give in to you.” Ric’s sexy words echoed in Pres’s mind over and over again.
Pres was sipping on a glass of Merlot and listening to an audiobook when he picked up the cordless and called his “girlfriend.” I need to fuck.
“Hello,” Vikki said in that sweet voice that immediately made Pres sit up.
“Hey, Vikki. What’s going on? I haven’t heard from you all week. How you been,
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