Page 8 of Ransom
"Since somebody was patient enough to fuck you properly," I said. "And I don't mean the kind where everybody keeps their boots on and pretends it didn't happen after."
He went still, and the hair on my arms stood up. His eyes came to mine and stayed, and the air in the shack went heavy, the way it does right before lightning finds something to hit.
He crossed the room in four steps, got a hand in my collar, and pulled me out of the chair, putting my back against the wall hard enough that the lamp jumped. Every point where his body touched mine burned.
I was half hard already, and it was so obvious I didn't even try to hide it.
"Shut up," he said.
I looked down.
He was hard too, maybe even more than me.
"Huh," I said.
His jaw tightened. "Don't."
"I'm not doing anything." I sounded steadier than I had any right to. "Just noticing." I tilted my head up at him. "Seems like you are too."
The vein in his throat jumped. He tightened his fist in my collar, and I watched him lose an argument with himself and lean into me like a compass needle finally finding its north.
"You want to fuck me, Ranger?" he half growled.
"Maybe." I held his gaze. "Unless you'd prefer to fuck me. I ain't picky."
He leaned down and kissed me, and I stopped thinking.
I'd been kissed before, but this… this was different. Ransom kissed me like he owned me, like he'd decided I belonged to himand that's just how it was. He didn't bother with gentle or easing up to it. He kissed me with violence on his tongue and a fist in my hair, tugging at the roots.
Yes,I thought.Okay. Yes. Take it.
My spine went soft against the wall, and somewhere in the back of my head a small voice saidOh, that's what you've been missing.I let out a small, involuntary whimper and clutched at his undershirt, yanking him closer.
He pulled back.
Just an inch, enough that his mouth wasn't on mine anymore and the cold air of the shack rushed in to fill the space, and I chased it without thinking, leaning forward. He let me get close enough to feel his breath before he pulled back another inch and smirked at me.
You son of a bitch,I thought, and closed the distance.
He let me kiss him this time, let me have it for a few seconds, his free hand sliding around to press flat against my cock through the denim, fingers digging in hard enough to mean something. Then he squeezed, and I melted.
"Look at you," he said, low, his palm working slow against me through the denim. "All that mouth and you're this hard already." His grip tightened, and I exhaled against his jaw. He stroked up, watching my face while he did it. "On your knees, Ranger."
His thumb dragged slowly across my bottom lip, pressing in just enough, and I opened for it and sucked it in, and his eyes went dark, and my own rolled back for a second before I got them under control.
"That what you want?" I said around his thumb.
He looked at me for a long moment. "Depends." He drew his thumb back slow. "You bite?"
"Only if you ask nicely."
He worked his jaw. Then he stepped back and looked at me, top to bottom, and said: "Strip. Everything off." He paused. "Except the boots. Those stay."
I went so light in the head I was glad he'd shoved me against the wall so I didn't fall.
I reached for my belt buckle, hands trembling.
Ransom stood back and watched me undress.
