A Change of Pace
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Ridge arched his brows. “What are you? Twelve?”
Drew huffed out a breath in disgust. “Yeah? Well, I kind of feel like I’m sixteen right now, if you get my drift...”
Ridge snorted with laughter. “Come on, city boy. Let’s make sure everything is ready.” Pushing past, he headed out the front door and around to the side of the veranda.
***
They’d planned this day for three months. Each of them had had specific responsibilities: Ridge had gotten the caterer and the music covered, while Drew had set up the outdoor seating and coordinated the tented dining and dance area.
When Ridge had mentioned asking Shelby to officiate, Drew had been ready to say absolutely not. He really didn’t want that nosy brat involved at all. Despite the fact that Shelby had gone through the licensing process to conduct the wedding, and the fact that Ridge’s friend had been studying various ceremonies to set the right tone and backdrop, Drew couldn’t get past the fact that Shelby had been a thorn in his side from the day they’d met. Nor had he been looking forward to Shelby lording it over him at the wedding. That is, until he’d had the brilliant idea to invite Seacrest Jones to the reception.
Now, standing in front of the dresser, slowly removing his bow tie, he was starting to feel a little guilty. Drew watched in the mirror as Ridge slipped off the jacket to their matching formal suits. His hungry gaze followed the unfastening of the shirt studs.
“Did you see the way Jones was eyeing your buddy?” Drew watched closely to see if Ridge was pissed at him.
His new husband walked up to stand beside him, dropping the studs in the wooden tray that rested on the dresser. Eying him knowingly, Ridge began unfastening a cufflink.
“I cannot believe you invited that man-eater here, knowing how he’s been after Shel.” Tossing the jewelry onto the dresser, Ridge began toeing off his dress shoes. “He was practically drooling while Shelby made his little toast.” Ridge sniffed. “Poor Shelby didn’t know whether to shit or wind his watch.”
“Well, if the guy would just go out with Jones once and get it over with, he wouldn’t have that problem.” Drew hung up his jacket and took off his shirt, stuffing it in the cleaning bag. “You know Jones has the attention span of a five-year-old. Although--” He paused in thought. “He has been after your dippy friend for quite a while now. That’s some staying power.” Drew slipped off his pants and socks.
“You don’t need to sound so admiring.” Turning on his heel, Ridge marched into the adjoining bathroom. “That is my best friend your shark-boy is hot for.”
Drew heard the water turn on, and he followed the sound, comfortable in his boxer-briefs.
Ridge was brushing his teeth, his open shirt moving a little, giving glimpses of that damned nipple ring he loved so well.
“I’ve told you before. Shelby is plenty big enough to take care of himself. That boy could take on the Notre Dame front four and not have a problem.” Drew frowned. “Baby, why don’t you take your shirt off? In fact, why are you still dressed?”
Tipping the glass to his lips, Ridge swirled some water around in his mouth, then leaned over and spat in the sink. He gave Drew a derisive glance. “Because. Until you unloaded your surprise guest on me, I was intending to give you something special tonight. Now? Now, I’m not so sure. And you know why? Shelby is a lot more sensitive than he seems. People are always fooled by his size.”
Drew frowned. Okay, now his conscience was starting to bother him. But the irritating son of a bitch had stuck that nose into their lives way too often. “That guy’s tough as nails. In fact, I almost feel sorry for Jones.”
Well, not really. That joker was a survivor, but Drew couldn’t let Ridge see that he might be having second thoughts about letting Jones have a crack at Shelby. He noticed Ridge staring at him out of the corner of his eye. “What?”
Slowly, his husband slid the open dress shirt back, shoving hands inside the dress trouser pockets. Those pretty pink nipples, one of which had that ring he loved, were just hidden by the edge of the shirt material. “You look like you’re feeling guilty. You’re just lucky Jones didn’t show up until the last half of dinner.”
Distracted by the peek-a-boo show he was watching, Drew barely heard him. “Huh?”
Ridge hummed softly, his left hand coming out to slowly pull one side of the shirt back.
Drew sighed, loving the sight of that nipple ring. “Yum, baby. Yum.” He quickly pushed off his briefs, kicking them to the wall.
Ridge was being damned slow at getting undressed. Fretting, Drew took a step closer. “Let me help you.”
He was stopped by Ridge’s right hand, held up with the palm facing him. “Oh, no, you don’t. You’re still in trouble.”
Why did that make his dick harder? It was pointing straight at Ridge, the tip wet. He pushed one hand down, cupping the head, sliding the pre-come around. His breath hitched as his fingers rubbed under the sensitive crest.
Continuing his torture, Ridge slowly pulled back the other side of the shirt so that he could see both nipples. Drew had to stare for several seconds before he realized what he was looking at.
“Holy shit.”
“Uh-huh.” God, Ridge could sound self-satisfied when he wanted.
“That’s... that’s a -- you got the other one pierced. Without me!” Christ, look at how sexy his man was.
“It was supposed to be your wedding present. Now I’m kind of thinking it’s a good thing you can’t touch it for a while. You’ve been a bad boy today.”
Drew was about ready to sit up and beg -- or woof like Elsa did when she wanted something. He nodded, salivating. “Uh-huh.” He was already picturing his fingers tugging on both of those rings, twisting them, pinching the nipples that held them...
Ridge slipped off the shirt, laying it over the kneewall between the vanity and the toilet. He unfastened his trousers and slowly let them drop down his legs. “I’m going to get in the shower.”
Drew’s head swiveled as he watched his sexy guy lower the dimmer switch on the lights before sliding the heavy glass door back and turning on the water. Hmmm.
He hurried to brush his teeth, then followed, stepping in behind Ridge. Steam drifted upward inside the large shower stall, and the wide, clerestory windows showcased the evening sky. The sun was still setting, and it cast an orange-purple glow in the bathroom.
Sidling around, Drew watched as Ridge slowly washed that sexy golden body with a sudsy loofah. Pouring gel on both hands, he moved behind Ridge as he rubbed his palms together, then slid them down Ridge’s belly, around the slim hips, and over the tight ass cheeks. Spreading the fingers of one hand between the swell of chest muscles, he pressed his lips to Ridge’s ear. “Lean back, okay?”
With a sigh, Ridge acquiesced, and Drew took control of the loofah. He directed Ridge’s hand all around, sliding the soap bubbles around his husband’s shoulders and chest, the taut belly, the long thighs. Dropping the body sponge, he wrapped his fingers around the pretty cock that was swollen and twitching, just asking for his attention. He murmured soothingly as he used a slow jacking motion. “That’s it, baby, just relax.” At the same time, he couldn’t keep his own dick from burrowing between the cheeks of Ridge’s ass. “Can I touch it?” While his hips kept time with his heartbeat, his eyes were glued to the new piercing.
Wet blond hair sliding off his brow, Ridge tilted his head back enough to meet Drew’s gaze. “Nope. Hands off, city boy. At least for a while.”
At least his husband was smiling at him again. Sighing, Drew began tugging faster on Ridge’s dick, using his free hand to cup and massage the furry balls. “Let me make you feel good.”
Ridge brought both arms up, sliding them around Drew’s neck. He gripped tightly as Drew stretched long fingers back, massaging and pressing his taint. “God, Drew, you know just where to touch me.”
Body flushing with heat at that claim, Drew’s arms closed tightly around his new husband almost in reflex before he made an effort to
relax. Breathing hard, he shook his head. “I’m... I want you to know, I’m trying to be a gentleman... since it’s -- it’s our wedding night and all.” Swallowing roughly, he closed his eyes and tried to stay in control. But the sexy body that was pressing and rubbing against his was driving him crazy.
“Don’t.”
He opened his eyes. “What?”
“Don’t.” Ridge moaned low, rolling his hips and pushing his ass back into Drew.
“God.” Drew jerked, his dick riding up, looking for home. “Don’t what?”
The whiskey-brown eyes gleamed in the half-light. “Don’t be a gentleman.” Hiccupping a breath, Ridge’s lips quirked in a tiny smile. “I appreciate... the effort, but--” With a groan, he hid his face against Drew’s shoulder. He shifted one foot, spreading his thighs wider. “Just... don’t.”
That was all the permission Drew needed. Still tugging Ridge off, he scrabbled blindly for the lube they kept on the ledge. His fingers brushed the pile of condoms there, and he paused, struck by what they were going to do. His throat got tight. He heaved a deep breath. “Are you sure?”
Ridge’s voice was low but firm. “I’m sure.”
Their wedding gift to each other was the decision to stop using condoms. They’d gone through the testing and talked about it frankly, but the reality of it was hitting Drew right where he lived. He and his husband were making the ultimate commitment to each other.
Dropping his head back on his neck, he stared at the ceiling for a long moment before swallowing. He rubbed his cheek against Ridge’s. “God, I love you.”
He pressed slick fingers into Ridge’s tight opening, working the muscle, softening it, preparing the way. Ridge urged him on with wordless cries and groans. Shifting them, he pressed Ridge to the sidewall, spreading his weight along his husband’s back. “Let me in, sweetheart.”
“Uh-huh.” Ridge yielded with another groan.
Drew pushed deep in one long slide, wanting to claim, needing to own. For the first time, he thought he might really know what it meant to make love. He was worshiping Ridge with his body and his heart.
He whispered his feelings, almost mumbling. “You make me... I’ve got to -- I’ve... God, I love you, Ridge.”
A beatific smile was pasted on Ridge’s lips, and the sexy brown eyes were closed, long lashes brushing the tanned cheeks. “I know.”
And the best thing was, Drew knew he was loved in return.
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