In a low, quiet voice laced with authority, Ruger said, “You will not come until I tell you to.”
Spencer shuddered and shifted restlessly. Thick need rose and prevented any words from escaping. Ruger didn’t demand an answer. He was too busy rubbing his palms on the front of Spencer’s thighs and along the edge of his cock and balls. His little finger brushed against Spencer’s sac and his throbbing dick.
“Ruger, you’re driving me insane,” Spencer forced out between gasps for air.
“Spread your legs, baby, and stick that gorgeous ass out,” Ruger ordered while moving away from Spencer.
Spencer took a step back and widened his stance, keeping his hands high above his head on the wall. Tilting his ass, he presented it to the big man.
He froze when Ruger added another new sensation to his arsenal. Ruger’s furry chin pressed against the base of Spencer’s neck and, with slow, exquisite precision, brushed along the line of Spencer’s spine.
“Oh fuck,” Spencer shouted.
“Don’t move,” Ruger snapped.
Spencer stopped in mid-motion. A tongue bathed the base of his tailbone before dipping down and wetting the crack of his ass. When Ruger flattened his tongue and lapped at Spencer’s hole, Spencer almost came again.
Fingers squeezed the base of his cock. “Oh no you don’t, baby. I think next time I’m in town I’ll invest in a cock ring or two.”
Spencer’s cock quivered, and Ruger squeezed the base again. Ruger showed no mercy, and the pressure on Spencer’s dick increased. He found out why when a wet, pointed tongue pressed through the muscle of his hole.
The French call an orgasm the little death. As far as Spencer was concerned, they better come up with a name for being prevented from coming until a person’s brains were lying on the floor in a pile of goo. Because Spencer was certain that was going to happen, soon.
Ruger set up a rhythm of licking the rim of Spencer’s hole and stabbing his tongue into it. A finger pressed in, and Spencer was back up on his toes again.
A hand pulled him down and added another finger alongside that wet, silky tongue. There was stretching, but no sting or pain when three fingers began fucking Spencer and nailing his sweet spot.
Spencer closed his eyes and let his head fall back as the sensations took over. Nothing else existed.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Ruger whispered.
Spencer continued to float on the waves of desire washing over him. He didn’t realize Ruger’s fingers were gone until his hole was under siege by a delicious, huge, hard invasion.
“Give me your mouth,” Ruger ordered.
Spencer turned his head and surrendered his lips. The kiss he received was wet, wild, and included teeth. The hand at the base of Spencer’s dick moved and started stroking his tender flesh, causing him to cry out in ecstasy. Strong thrusts rocked him forward until he was forced to bend his elbows and lean against the wall.
Spencer was connected to Ruger in all the ways a man could be connected with another man, including his heart. The emotions and sensations were so overpowering that his mind blanked out.
Spencer’s ass bore down hard, forcing Ruger to power through the seizing muscles. Spencer painted the wall in front of him with spatters of cum.
Ruger wrapped both arms around Spencer’s body and thrust deeply. Spencer’s teeth jarred together with every plunge. Ruger’s groan was long and low. Hot cum filled the condom in Spencer’s ass.
Spencer broke the kiss with a gasp. Every muscle in his body tightened as another orgasm ripped through him. Spencer screamed when he felt another wad of cum explode out of his dick. After that Spencer knew nothing but floating on fluffy soft clouds..
* * * *
Ruger sat leaning back against the headboard and continued to cradle Spencer’s head while stroking his hair. At first when Spencer had collapsed in his arms, Ruger had worried their lovemaking had been too strenuous and he’d hurt the precious man. But the dreamy smile covering Spencer’s face had Ruger puffing up with pride. He’d never fucked a man into unconsciousness before.
Regret had filled Ruger when he had to pull out of that warm, sweet hole. Even out for the count, Spencer’s body objected to letting him go. Spencer’s ass muscles squeezed Ruger’s cock tight and held on. He was finally released after he rubbed Spencer’s belly and placed small kisses against his neck while murmuring words that he would deny had come out of his mouth to his dying day.
After cleaning them both up, he’d lifted the warm, snuggly man into his arms. Climbing onto the bed, Ruger placed Spencer between his legs and held him against his chest. As he looked down at Spencer’s handsome face, the crack in the wall guarding his heart widened farther.
Spencer’s eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks before he opened his eyes. Ruger didn’t have any problem with Spencer’s missing eye. He hated that Spencer had lost a valuable part of his body, but it didn’t disgust him in any way. Spencer wore the patch during the day but was wearing it less and less in the evening and at night, and that was fine with Ruger.
“Welcome back,” Ruger said.
Spencer’s dazed expression of wide eyes and open mouth was so cute that Ruger had to lean down and kiss him. Ruger hugged him close until hands braced against his chest and pushed.
Ruger loosened his hold. Spencer’s cheeks were flushed, and he was biting his lower lip. Spencer’s tentative gaze met Ruger’s for a moment before skittering away.
“Please tell me I didn’t pass out,” Spencer pleaded. The poor, embarrassed man hid his face in Ruger’s chest.
Ruger tried to hold in his chuckle, but Spencer must have felt the vibrations.
“Stop laughing at me. See if you get any sex out of me ever again,” Spencer snapped.
In one motion, Ruger had Spencer flat on his back and was lying on top of him. “Baby, are you threatening me?”
The foolish man didn’t have enough sense to be afraid. Spencer’s jaw was thrust out in mutiny, and his bold green eye never wavered as it looked straight at him. “Mr. Black, you have a lot to learn about me if you think I will let you, for one second ever, disrespect me.”
Ruger mentally backtracked. He was a fast learner, and when Spencer called him mister, he needed to tread with great care.
“I would never disrespect you, baby.”
“Is that all you have to say? I don’t even get an explanation why you were laughing? Sometimes you being a big, tough non-talker sucks, Ruger,” Spencer complained.
Ruger leaned down and kissed Spencer until he melted under him. “I liked fucking you until you passed out, and I’d like to do it again.” He also liked the well-loved look of half-closed eyes and wet, swollen lips on Spencer. But he wasn’t going to say anything that mushy. The guys from his ex-unit would have heart attacks if they knew he was thinking such gushy, lovey-dovey thoughts.
He leaned down to kiss Spencer again, and his lips landed on the man’s ear. Before Ruger could begin to explore the ear in front of him, Spencer turned his head back and said, “It’s getting late. We’d better get going. My doctor’s appointment is at noon, and it’s a three-hour drive.”
Ruger glanced over at the digital clock on the dresser and saw it was indeed eight fifteen. Today Spencer was getting his stitches out and having his eye looked at.
Ruger rolled to the side and let the delectable man escape. Spencer might be slim, but he had a tapered waist, tight ass, and legs that could wrap around Ruger in just the right way. Watching Spencer’s butt cheeks flex as he walked away to the adjacent bathroom suite, Ruger decided Spencer had a good chance of being late for his appointment. Springing from the bed, Ruger went to pursue his idea of nailing his man in the shower.
* * * *
Ruger heeded the dirty look Spencer threw at him and sat back in his corner chair. The man hadn’t been grumpy three hours before when Ruger lifted him against the wall of the shower and proceeded to love on him until they both came. In fact, the man had been more than generous with
his kisses and hugs.
Once they were on their way to the university hospital, they had hit road construction at a few points, which delayed them. Spencer started huffing and puffing about a half-hour before they were due for his appointment. At one point, Ruger had told Spencer to relax. If Ruger hadn’t been driving over a rough, newly torn-up road and needed to negotiate city traffic, he would have stopped the truck and spanked Spencer’s ass for the way he blistered Ruger’s ears.
Spencer’s small groan reached Ruger, and he slid his body to the edge of the chair again. If that nurse cutting and pulling the stitches out of Spencer’s belly wasn’t more careful, Ruger was going to go over there and explain what he thought about her heavy-handed antics.
A gasp had Ruger on his feet. He ignored Spencer’s glare and went over to the examining table. Pulling a chair away from the wall, he sat by Spencer’s head and laced their fingers together.
For the next long twenty minutes, Ruger endured Spencer’s attempt to break the bones in his fingers. He also refrained from doing bodily harm to the flighty nurse whose trembling fingers kept dropping the small scissors and tweezers. Overall, Ruger figured he was handling things pretty well.
Using a wet towelette to wipe off the large, ragged, pink scar on Spencer’s belly, the nurse said, “It looks good, Mr. Ryland. I’ll let the doctor know you’re ready to see him.”
She glanced at Ruger before briskly leaving the room.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Spencer demanded, unlacing their fingers.
“What are you talking about?” Ruger asked.
Spencer’s face was beet red and his glare so heated it could peel paint off a truck. He sat up and pointed a finger at Ruger’s face. “That nurse was terrified you were going to attack her. She was just doing her job, and you kept growling at her.”
Ruger grabbed that wagging finger. “She was hurting you,” he stated.
“Sometimes it hurts to make things better,” Spencer huffed.
The crack in the wall around Ruger’s heart shrunk, and he pressed his lips together before asking, “Do you want me to leave?”
Chapter Twelve
Spencer watched Ruger’s eyes dull, and the cold mercenary took over the warm man who loved on him every chance he got. What the hell was he thinking by snapping and bitching at Ruger for the last three hours? Spencer figured at any minute someone was going to jump out with a sign that read, moron, and slap it against his chest.
He grabbed Ruger’s hand and kissed it. “I’m sorry. I don’t ever want you to leave me.”
Ruger studied him with eyes so solemn Spencer’s heart ached. He hated it that he’d been so nasty. Ruger lifted his free hand and picked up one of Spencer’s curls. “Why the spit and sputtering routine?”
Spencer took a deep breath before releasing it. “I’m scared,” he answered. “I feel so much better, but what if I’m wrong? What if they want to do more surgery?” Spencer tugged on Ruger’s hand, needing the man nearer. Ruger stood and sat down next to Spencer on the exam table. “I don’t think I could handle another surgery,” Spencer confessed. “Just thinking about it makes that fog I was hiding in before come closer. If it takes over, I don’t think I’ll come back this time.”
Ruger’s arms came around Spencer, and he melted into them. Old Spice filled his nose, and Spencer relaxed.
“I’m a trained killer. I will not let any of this fog get near you,” Ruger stated.
Spencer chuckled. Leaning back, he looked up at Ruger. “Is that all you have to say?”
Ruger shrugged his wide shoulders. “Pretty much.”
Spencer was still laughing when the door opened and a doctor walked into the room carrying a manila folder. Ruger retreated to the chair in the corner while the doctor shook Spencer’s hand and said, “It’s good to see you looking so well, Mr. Ryland.
“Thank you,” Spencer mumbled. He even managed to nod. Inside, he was cramping with fear.
“I see the nurse’s notes state that your heart rate, blood pressure, and temperature are normal. If you would lie down, Mr. Ryland, we can take a look and see how things are progressing.” The doctor held out his arm for Spencer to grab. The moment his hand touched the doctor, a growl came from the corner. Spencer smiled. His Ruger may not have said it out loud, but the big guy loved him.
The doctor began to push and prod Spencer’s abdomen. A few times Spencer couldn’t help but gasp. When that happened, the chair in the corner creaked.
When the doctor finished, he helped Spencer sit back up. “As far as I can tell, everything is healing well. I’d like to send you to x-ray and have a tech perform an ultrasound. You can also swing by the lab and have the technician take some blood.” The doctor picked up the folder and glanced at the paperwork inside. “I would like you to give a urine sample and if you can a stool sample. You’re still a little underweight, and I want to see if everything is absorbing nutrition properly. The nurse will be in with the kits.” The doctor shook a stunned Spencer’s limp hand before saying, “I’ll see you back here in a couple of hours, Mr. Ryland.”
Spencer watched the door close before looking at Ruger. His smile was so large the muscles of his face twinged in protest. “He said everything looked good.”
The side of Ruger’s mouth lifted. “That he did.”
“It looks like I’m going to be okay.” The happiness was so big that Spencer’s body almost vibrated off the table.
“Yes, it does.” Ruger’s dark eyes were warm.
Before Spencer could get off the table and go kiss Ruger, a nurse came into the room with the kits the doctor ordered. Spencer pushed aside his brain screaming, “Yuck,” and listened to the nurse’s instructions.
* * * *
Four hours later, Spencer was in a different part of the hospital listening to the doctor who had operated on his eyes. His gaze shifted to the door of the room.
Ruger moved from his usual position in the corner and leaned against the door with his muscled arms crossed over his wide chest. The sneaky bastard.
The doctor stopped talking and looked at Spencer with expectation. Spencer knew he should say something. He had only one question, as his mind had pretty much shut down after the first sentence the doctor had spoken.
“You want to fill my eye with wax?” Spencer was sure he’d heard wrong. There was no way anyone would do that.
“We would fill your eye socket with wax, Mr. Ryland.” The doctor corrected. “That way we would have a mold to create your ocular prosthesis.”
“You’re going to fill my eye socket with wax?” Spencer’s voice had raised a few octaves by the end of the sentence.
The doctor shifted on his low, round stool. “There is very little discomfort. We find that we mostly have to deal with the patient’s anxiety.”
“Ya think? You want to fill my eye socket with wax,” Spencer snapped out. He looked over at Ruger, wondering if he could trick the man into moving away from the door. If the clenching jaw and the steely expression in Ruger’s dark eyes was any indicator, that wasn’t happening.
“The hard part is already over when we removed the damaged eye and put in the ocular implant,” the doctor said. “You’ve been wearing that clear plastic shell in the socket all this time, and things look good.”
“Ocular implant?” This was new. Spencer couldn’t tell anything was in there.
“It’s deeply embedded in the socket and will hold the prosthesis in place,” the doctor informed Spencer.
Spencer tipped his head to the side, considering everything he’d learned so far. “What’s the new eye made of?”
“A hard plastic acrylic,” the doctor answered.
“Will it look real?” Spencer hated the pathetic way his voice sounded. The doctor was wrong. The hardest part wasn’t surgery. The hardest part was coming to terms with losing an eye.
Ruger left the door and went around to the back of the table Spencer was sitting on. A warm hand came down on Spencer’s shoulder, giving hi
m strength.
The doctor glanced at Ruger before bringing his attention back to Spencer. There was no distaste or judgment in his eyes.
“It will look very natural, Mr. Ryland. Some people won’t even realize both of your eyes aren’t real.” The doctor smiled. “I promise it will be okay. Now would you like to do this?”
In the end, Spencer decided he might as well go through with it. His life had been turned upside-down since his encounter with a sadistic drug lord. As Spencer nodded his agreement, in his mind, he saw the fog of despair creeping closer.
The room became a whirlwind of activity, and Spencer was given something to relax. After that, the only thing he cared about was Ruger’s rough, firm hand holding his.
Almost two hours later, Spencer and Ruger sat in the hospital cafeteria eating some halfway decent food.
Spencer used his fork to stab a piece off his strawberry cheesecake and popped it into his mouth. He would eat the hamburger waiting for him later. After what he had been through this afternoon, it was a dessert-first kind of meal.
“You okay, baby?” Ruger asked.
Spencer put his hand in the one offered to him. He would forever love Ruger’s inner and outer strength.
“I guess,” he replied. “It wasn’t much fun at the time, but in the end, all the tests came back normal. I’m officially normal now, Ruger.”
Ruger’s eyes sparkled, and that half-smile was back on his face. “To me you will never be normal. I find you extraordinary.”
Spencer didn’t know what swooning was, but based on the way his insides were melting and his face was hot, and maybe glowing, Spencer thought he might be in danger of officially losing his man card. Best of all, that fog had retreated into a back corner. Mentally, Spencer shut a door and turned the key.
“You better be careful, Mr. Black. You might be close to declaring that you love me,” Spencer teased.
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