Page 175 of Redemption Ridge Vol II

Kerry had reached the end of the drive and stopped the truck. There wasn’t another vehicle in sight, but he didn’t pull onto the road. He turned to look at Keegan, eyes blazing with an intensity that sparked a response low in his belly. “I’ve wanted that since the first time our lips met. I hate anything separating us, but are you sure? I’ve always used condoms, and I get tested regularly. I could undergo another round if it makes you feel better.”

“I had a full round of screenings during my hospital stay after I escaped the compound. I’ve maintained the testing, even though I wasn’t having sex until recently. I started taking PrEP after discussing my readiness for intimacy during therapy. I…um, didn’t intend to have unprotected sex with strangers. I wanted a backup.” Keegan swallowed nervously. He’d stepped this far out of his comfort zone and didn’t want to stop now. “I need all of you, and I want to get downright filthy with you tonight.”

“Hold on.” Kerry faced the road and punched the gas hard enough to make the rear tires spin. He whooped like a wild man as he fishtailed out of the driveway and sped down the deserted road.

Keegan threw his head back and laughed at Kerry’s antics.

“Told you I was a mess,” Kerry said, but he sounded proud of it for the first time. “And we’re about to get a lot messier.” He glanced over at Keegan with a quirked brow. “I believe you said downright filthy.”

“You have no idea,” Keegan replied.

They made it back to the hotel without incident, crashing through their room door and slamming it shut behind them. Kerry paused from undressing Keegan long enough to engage the locks. “Where’s the couple’s surprise?”

Keegan tripped over his pants as he walked backward, but Kerry snatched him before he fell. “In my bag.”

Kerry divested Keegan of his clothes and laid him out on the bed. He stripped naked in record time before he unzipped Keegan’s bag. It didn’t take much rifling to find the rectangular box he’d tucked under his clean clothes and toiletry bag. Kerry grinned wickedly as he studied the exterior photos. He tore one end of the package open with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning, then tipped it so a plastic pot with pale pink liquid fell into his palm. Kerry held it up and read the label at the top. “Tickled Pink body paint.”

Keegan sat up and stroked Kerry’s erection, eliciting a throaty moan from his man. Kerry closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Keegan continued to stroke him until a bead of precum gathered at his slit. Keegan swiped his thumb over it and used the moisture to massage Kerry’s frenulum.

“So good,” Kerry moaned.

Keegan released his cock and waited for those dark eyes to open before he licked Kerry’s essence from his thumb.

His big man inhaled shakily, and his expression promised Keegan retribution. He set the pink pot on the bed and read off the other five pastel colors, all of them with playful names. “Blue no more,” he said with a snicker as he held up the light blue paint. Keegan had told him all about the blue ball painting he’d created during his first attempt at art therapy, so the paint color put an extra gleam in his dark eyes. “Got that right.” Kerry unfolded the canvas that came with the kit and shook it out. It was a fraction of the size of a drop cloth painters would use, but it was large enough to cover the hotel bed so they wouldn’t ruin the linens.

Keegan got off the bed and spread the canvas over the duvet. “A sexier version of wine and painting night at the art center.” Something wet and cold landed on his ass before he could straighten up.

“Pink is definitely your color.” Kerry’s large hand warmed the paint as he spread it all over Keegan’s right cheek. He braced himself with a hand on the bed and enjoyed the massage. “Fuck, art is fun,” Kerry said with a sexy growl. “Too bad it’s not edible because I want to lick you everywhere.”

“And I want your tongue everywhere.” Keegan made a mental note to find or create an edible version of body paint that wouldn’t stain their skin for all eternity. Before he finished the thought, Kerry dropped to his knees behind Keegan and buried his face between his ass cheeks. “No fair.” His protest was as weak as his knees, but Keegan twisted out of reach at his first opportunity and reached for the lime paint color.

“Come back here,” Kerry demanded. “I wasn’t done.” The pale pink smears on Kerry’s face and in his beard were a sensual work of art that made Keegan’s pucker quiver in anticipation of more, but he wanted to get in on the action.

Keegan shook his head and stood up. “I need to spread some of these paint colors on your gorgeous body to paint the canvas. He swiped a finger through the pink paint on Kerry’s face and showed it to him. “Unless you want me to shove you face-first down on the bed.”

Kerry randomly selected a paint pot and handed it to Keegan. “We haven’t tried that yet.”

“Have you ever…”

“Bottomed? No.” Kerry snaked a hand out and hauled Keegan up against him. “I’d try it with you, though.”

Keegan had considered himself a dedicated bottom, but he might like to try topping someday. He dipped two fingers into the plastic pot and scooped out a generous amount. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He smeared the lime-green paint over Kerry’s tight pec, lingering on his nipple before dragging his fingers lower to create a wiggly line over taut abs. “This is a great color for your skin tone.”

“Looks too much like the slime from the Nickelodeon channel,” Kerry said.

“Oh, I’m going to slime you all right. Downright filthy, remember?”

Kerry playfully tackled Keegan to the bed, and the festivities began in earnest. They kissed and smeared paint all over each other without getting it all over the bed and floor. They rolled and played, being sure to thoroughly decorate the canvas with their passion. Kerry wisely kept one hand clean so he could slick his bare dick with lube and slide deep and snug inside Keegan. They stayed like that for several moments, holding on to one another while staring into each other’s eyes. Kerry shuddered and groaned when he moved inside Keegan.

“Feel different?” Keegan whispered.

“So intense. Hotter, tighter, and so fucking sweet.” He inhaled sharply. “I probably won’t last long.”

“Don’t hold back.” Keegan used his heels to spur Kerry into action. “Give me all of you.”

Kerry snapped his hips forward, scooting Keegan up the bed with his thrusts. “Like that.”

“Yes. Fill me up. Make me yours.”