“It’ll be good to see them.”
“You should be thanking me.” I quirked my brow in question. “It took a whole heap of threats to stop them jumping on a flight so they could see you today.”
The sentiment was crazy sweet, my smirk quick to form. “In that case, I owe you one.” Neither of us planned to do anything beyond be wrapped up in each other for the next week, and selfishly, I didn’t want anyone to spoil those plans.
The LA traffic was kind to us. Before we knew it, the bellman gathered my bags, and we took a slight detour to the reception where I stood by, amused at how the young woman flustered over Ryan’s request for room service in forty-five minutes.
It took a stern look from a middle-aged receptionist for her to pull herself together. I smirked, understanding the young woman’s reaction completely. The desire to pounce on my boyfriend was unwavering, the test of my willpower worthy of a gold star and a BJ.
By the time we got to the room, the tension was thick, our need obvious. Since my bags were already stowed away in our suite, I sighed in relief, knowing there’d be no more disturbances. We had forty-five minutes to make the most of.
In the middle of the opulent suite with the sun spilling through the sheer curtains, Ryan and I made quick work of undressing. Gloriously naked and our bodies flushed against each other, our mouths connected. Heat, desire, and desperation clung to each caress, each parting of lips, and each stroke of tongue.
Beneath it all was a fierce sense of coming home.
I gasped; whether it was with that realization or his grip finding purchase on my dick, I didn’t know. All I was sure of was that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Letting Ryan take control, I groaned when he laid me out and feasted on my skin. “You want me to fuck you or BJs?” he asked between nips and licks.
“Cocks in mouths. Can’t wait for prep.” I’d been traveling for hours, so a shower was in order, especially if I wanted Ryan’s dick in my arse. Before landing, I’d done a desperate cleanup, wiping over my dick and balls and brushing my teeth. This—I grinned at the thought—was the exact reason why. The likelihood of stopping for anything had been laughable.
“What are you smirking at?” He crawled up my body and hovered over me.
“Me being generous and washing my sac before I got off the plane.” Not a shred of embarrassment crept through me. How could it when I talked to Ryan, my best mate, the man who still knew me best after all these years?
His smile stretched wide. “I best get tasting then.”
After an all too brief kiss, he clambered around, kneeing me in the head in his haste. “Hey, knees to yourself.” I slapped his bare arse and laughed.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Do that again when my dick’s down your throat. I dare you.”
Amusement balanced so perfectly with my desire. I loved this man so much. A simple “Uh-huh,” escaped me before I licked a long line down his cock. His groan was reward enough, but when his mouth enveloped my rock-hard dick, the prize got a whole lot better.
* * *
After spendingthe one night in LA, we’d headed to Vegas. Both of us had been eager to get to his rental, my home for the next eighty-nine days.
The ninety-day visa open to Aussie residents was one of our compromises. Not only had I argued it’d help us fly under the radar—a long visit from a friend was less likely to be gossip column fodder for a start—but it also ensured we’d have time afterward to reevaluate our next step. The latter had been reluctantly agreed to by Ryan.
By the time I returned to Queensland in twelve weeks, the League’s season would be starting up for training. It meant I wouldn’t be a distraction, and Ryan would feel less guilty about the hours he needed to pour into preparing.
“You sure you’re happy staying in?” Wearing nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs, Ryan was a walking wet dream. Heat flashed into my system, and I took a long, slow glance at him.
“You really need to ask?” I raised an eyebrow for good measure.
“You’re insatiable.” He stepped toward to where I lounged on his huge bed, the distant lights of the strip twinkling. “I like it.”
The bastard pounced on me, and the magazine I was browsing flew out of my hand. “Hey,” I complained, though I sighed contently when his warm body pressed in at my side.
“What you reading?”
“Just farming equipment reviews.” I peered over at him. A gentle smile tilted his lips.
“Were you happy with how you left things?” Interest reflected in his deep brown eyes.
“Yeah.” I wrapped my arm around my boyfriend and trailed my fingers over his arm. “Patrick worked his butt off the past few weeks so he can step up as manager. Catherine, who I took on for the admin side of things, is solid. She knows her stuff and will help Patrick when it comes to the more annoying side of running the place.”
“That’s a relief. I know it’s huge, you coming here.” The vulnerability in his voice tugged at my heart.
