Page 158 of Redemption Ridge Vol II

Later, Keegan wouldn’t remember the rest of the drive to Kerry’s house. His next vivid memory was of standing on the porch and trying to decide if he should just ring the bell or call Kerry. Keegan set the thermos and basket down on the porch and fished his phone from his pocket.

“Hey, Kee.” Kerry’s sleepy voice sent a zing of longing straight to Keegan’s groin. His breath hitched, and Kerry sounded more alert when he said, “Is everything okay?”

Keegan willed his racing heart to calm down. “That depends.”

“On?”

“How you feel about me showing up on your porch unannounced…with a basket full of goodies?”

“Like Little Red Riding Hood?”

“Well, I drove over a creek and through the woods.” Keegan considered for a second. “But there’s nothing grandmotherly about you.”

“Wait! Are you here now?” Rustling fabric came through their connection, followed by hasty footsteps on a hard surface.

“That depends,” Keegan repeated.

Kerry’s dark and delicious chuckle rumbled through the connection and down Keegan’s spine. “This Big Bad Wolf is going to devour you.” Then, he disconnected the call.

Keegan nearly lost his nerve when a light came on inside the house. The etched oval glass in the center of the door and the skinny panels on either side of it had a frosted design that blocked prying eyes while allowing light inside the house. A large, flesh-colored shape moved beyond the door, and footsteps grew louder as Kerry approached. Keegan tucked his phone away before picking up the basket and coffee but nearly dropped them again when Kerry opened the door stark naked. His hair was messy and wild around his face, and Keegan could feel the heat radiating off his hard body.

“Oh damn.” Keegan sounded as breathless as the reporter from last night, and he would’ve clutched imaginary pearls if his hands weren’t full. Too bad they weren’t holding Kerry’s taut balls, which were on full display. Kerry’s dick hardened beneath Keegan’s hungry stare. Christ, the guy was hung.

“You kind of look like Red in that hoodie,” Kerry teased.

Keegan forced himself to meet Kerry’s gaze, then swallowed hard at the stark hunger burning in his dark eyes. His mussed hair wildly framed his face, and his desire for Keegan was as naked as his gorgeous body. It was the exact moment that Keegan shed his doubts and embraced his instincts. “You definitely look like the Big Bad Wolf.” Keegan’s gaze drifted down to the dark, trimmed curls and the fully erect penis jutting forward. “Oh my. What a big dick you have.”

Kerry hooked a finger in the top of Keegan’s hoodie and tugged him inside the house. “The better to fuck you with.”

“I brought breakfast,” Keegan said nervously.

Kerry closed the door behind them and crowded Keegan against it, pinning his impressive erection between them. He cupped Keegan’s face and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. “I ate enough food after the rescue to feed ten men. If you want to eat first, we can—”

“No. You’re the only thing I want in my mouth right now.”

Kerry’s wicked smile promised Keegan wouldn’t regret his decision. He reached down and relieved Keegan of his burdens and took a few steps back. “I’ll just set these in the kitchen. You can go on up.”

It would feel strange, possibly intrusive, to enter Kerry’s room for the first time without him. “I’ll wait.”

The detour to the kitchen didn’t take long, and Keegan got the chance to ogle Kerry’s superior ass as he walked away. He leaned against the banister at the foot of the stairs and soaked up the view—coming and going. Keegan had heard the term “size queen” but had never associated it with himself. The length and girth of Kerry’s dick should concern him, but Keegan was too eager to stretch himself around it.

“You’ll make me blush,” Kerry said when he joined him.

Keegan rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs. Kerry’s tread sounded heavy and eager behind him, and it spurred him to move faster. As if sensing a chase, Kerry increased his pace, too, until they both jogged up the stairs. Keegan would’ve bolted for Kerry’s room if he knew the direction. When he asked, Kerry lifted him up and over his shoulder, giving Keegan a close-up view of that rounded, muscular ass. If Kerry could take some liberties, so could he. Keegan smoothed a hand over one firm cheek and earned a hard slap against his own.

“I’m trying so hard to be good,” Kerry growled. “I wanted to take you right on the stairs.”

“I wouldn’t have objected,” Keegan said.

Kerry stopped and deposited Keegan’s sweet ass on the foot of his bed. He took Keegan’s face in both hands. “Do you remember what I said about consent?”

Keegan nodded vigorously. “Yes. I want this, Kerry. I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone or anything in my entire life.”

Kerry inhaled slowly and searched Keegan’s face. “I’m so far out of my depth, but I’m done fighting this.” He dropped his hands and stepped back. “I’m going to brush my teeth, and I’ll be right back.”

Keegan reached for his hoodie, but Kerry stilled him with a growl.

“I want to do that.”