Chapter 8

 

 

O’Neil sat, watching Ryan finish his food. He took his time, savoring the flavors. And yes, the meal was amazing, but O’Neil was far more interested in the man across the table.

He thought about climbing under the table and taking a taste of something else, but Ryan clearly enjoyed food. Something he would have to remember. His mother had taught him enough in the kitchen, he could impress when he wanted to.

And for the first time in a long time, he found himself wanting to impress someone.

Ryan took his last bite and closed his eyes with a hum. “I do love Minae’s ribs.”

O’Neil chuckled. “Never had anything quite like them. Forgive me for not eating slower.”

“Oh, nothing to forgive. I’m just glad you didn’t complain about me taking my time.”

O’Neil stood, taking the dishes to the sink.

“Don’t worry about those. I can deal with them later.”

“Or I could do it now,” he countered, turning the water on. “Unless the dishes are dirty in the washer.”

Ryan joined him at the sink, taking over. “I’m not too good to do this for myself.”

“I’m doing it for us,” O’Neil answered. “And you don’t give me the impression you’re better than anyone. Not after we went out with your brother.”

“You did seem to think I’d say no.”

“Look at you, Ryan. Everyone knows your name because of all those movies you’ve starred in. Everyone wants you. I couldn’t even blame you if you were a conceited asshole. I don’t compare to that.”

“Why the hell not?” Ryan demanded. “Have you seen yourself? I saw you and I couldn’t even think about the man I knew I’d have that night. And then when I finally did get him alone, all I could think about was you.” He rinsed the dishes and dumped them in the dishwasher before facing O’Neil.

“You aren’t what I expected, Ryan.”

“Neither are you. And I’m glad.”

“Me too. And now that I know you have scars, I want to see them.”

He reached out to run his fingers along Ryan’s ribs where he’d seen a long, thin scar. “What happened there?”

A shiver worked through Ryan. “Got it on a movie set when I was thrown through a window.”

“Which movie?”

He chuckled. “Ladies Choice. It wasn’t that bad. And it’s not that noticeable.”

“No, but I saw it when you got in the water the first day.”

Ryan closed the distance and gripped the hem of O’Neil’s shirt, staring into his eyes. “I want to see.”

He dipped his head. It didn’t bother him near as much as it used to. The part he usually saw was the bullet hole in his chest. The back of his shoulder was a mess from the exit wound and the surgeries. And something in Ryan’s gaze said he wouldn’t be put off.

Ryan pulled O’Neil’s shirt off and dragged his eyes over every exposed inch. The weight of his gaze was like a touch. “I knew you were a work of art.”

Half a laugh escaped. “Same could be said for you.”

Blue eyes locked on his as fingers trailed over the scar. “You said your shoulder was a mess, right?”

O’Neil’s eyes closed as he nodded.

Ryan’s fingers trailed over his collarbone, along his shoulder, and around his back as he moved behind O’Neil. He froze, waiting for a response.

Firm, yet soft lips pressed over the mess. “That couldn’t have been an easy recovery.”

“No. A year. Actually, a little more, and I still have to work out to make sure I don’t lose mobility.”

Ryan massaged his shoulders with the perfect pressure. “Relax. I’m not appalled, nor horrified. I won’t even ask you for details unless you want to share. But I had to see, and I plan to see a lot more as the night goes on.”

“What do you prefer? Top or bottom?”

“Depends on my mood and the person I’m with.”

“Usually top, aren’t you?” O’Neil turned and grabbed the back of Ryan’s neck, bringing their lips together. Ryan’s tongue found his. The kiss was explosive.

Ryan broke away. “Does it matter? I want both with you.”

O’Neil grinned. The thought of giving up control to Ryan appealed in a way he’d never experienced. He bit down on his bottom lip, gauging his sincerity. The truth of his words hit him like a jackhammer.

“Maybe not, but that doesn’t make me any less curious.”

“Yeah, I like control, but I can let go with the right man.”

O’Neil backed him against the counter, grabbing onto his sides as he took Ryan’s mouth once again. Ryan gripped his hips and ground against him.

Leaning back, O’Neil licked his lip. “Tour.”

Ryan pushed him back and moved into the living room. “Anything you want to watch, I can make that happen. He pushed a door open and ducked his head. “Consider this my trophy room.” There were a few awards, but not from the academy. But he had kept a few things from movies.

O’Neil moved through the room. Everything was on display. He recognized most of the items on the tables and in the cases. “Keep trophies for anything else?”

Ryan shook his head. “No. There’s more.” He led O’Neil upstairs. “When Raven stays over, and she does sometimes, she uses this room.” He pushed the door open.

“She has her own room?”

Ryan lifted a shoulder. “We let the paparazzi think we’re together more often than not. It makes life easier.”

Shannon’s brow pinched. “That makes sense.”

“There has never been anything between us,” Ryan assured.

“I know. Now get back to the tour.” O’Neil pushed him out the door.

Ryan grinned, taking his hand and pulling him to another room. “Another guest room.”

The design in both was contemporary and still managed to be cozy. The personal touches made it clear that Ryan took pride in his home without flaunting his wealth. That settled something inside O’Neil. A combination that was surprisingly sexy.

 

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“How do you have time to keep up with all of this?” O’Neil asked, moving closer.

Ryan ran fingers across his lower abdomen, marveling at the muscle and the way it jumped under his touch. “My brother does when I’m traveling. I have a cleaning crew come in when I leave and back when I come back, just in case. And I have a couple friends who help if I’m gone a while.”

It was true. He’d bought a nice house with a gate and privacy walls. It kept most of the paparazzi at bay. The security was top of the line, but that could always be improved. Just another way to get O’Neil in his house more often.

“This way.” Ryan pulled him toward his room. He doubted the man before him cared about the bathrooms. And right now, all Ryan wanted was to peel those worn jeans off his body and explore the rest of his sculpted physique.

Ryan glanced around. “This is where we’re stopping.” He pulled his shirt off and opened his jeans.

O’Neil stood there, dragging his eyes over Ryan.

So, Ryan dropped his pants and waited.

“Commando?” One brow quirked up.

Ryan lifted a shoulder and quietly gulped. “Didn’t think you’d mind.”

His eyes lingered on his jutting length. “You really do want me.” O’Neil’s gaze locked on his as he stepped closer.

“What’s not to want?” He trailed fingertips over O’Neil’s hard muscle as he met those green eyes and wet his bottom lip. “You’re irresistible.” Dragging his hands down, he watched the way O’Neil’s eyes fluttered shut. Then he opened his jeans and reached inside to wrap his hand around the hard length.

He wanted everything Shannon had to give. There was a whole lot there, but in the end, it would feel so damned good to be drilled by Shannon O’Neil. He stroked firmly.

O’Neil reached out and took Ryan’s cock with the same firm grip. He wasn’t ready for the desire to explode.

Ryan dropped to his knees, looking up at O’Neil as he gripped O’Neil’s cock and angled it to lick the tip.

“Fuck,” came out of O’Neil’s mouth on an exhale.

Flicking his tongue against the ridge, Ryan stroked, then took the swollen crown into his mouth.

Fingers combed into his hair and gripped tight.

He wanted to tell O’Neil not to hold back, but he sucked harder. O’Neil’s hips surged forward, and Ryan accommodated him. He didn’t need any encouragement to let go.

 

* * * *

 

Holy fuck.

Ryan on his knees in front of O’Neil made a gorgeous sight. That full mouth wrapped around him. Goddamn, he’d never been so turned on in his life. And if he didn’t watch out, he was going to blow down his throat.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Ryan squeezed his balls and ran one finger over his asshole. Just like that, he came, gripping even harder to Ryan’s hair. He didn’t let go until it was over and O’Neil saw stars.

He stumbled back and fell onto the bed. “Damn me. Give me a minute.”

Ryan chuckled and walked out of the room.

He couldn’t help watching him go. The man was ready for the role he was going to take on. O’Neil knew he spent a good portion of the morning in the gym, getting up at five in the morning after being out until one.

And maybe, he could use the gym as a way to spend a little more time with Ryan King.

Ryan came back with two glasses of wine, and the bottle he set on his dresser. And his cock still stood tall and proud. The man was beautiful.

Once again, O’Neil wondered how the hell he wound up there, with Ryan. And all it took was taking the initiative to figure the guy out.

He took the offered glass with a smile. Ryan sat down next to him. “You’re quiet.”

O’Neil leaned closer. “You’re full of surprises.” He took a drink of wine.

“Disappointed?”

“Not in the least.” He reached past Ryan to set the glass on the dresser. “You have lube?”

Ryan reached into the top drawer and pulled out a small bottle plus condoms. “I’m prepared.”

“Take me.”

Ryan watched him a long moment. “Hands and knees.”

O’Neil turned and crawled up the bed, putting his ass on display. Ryan moved behind him and bit down on one cheek as the cap popped. Then a finger was pressed slowly in. O’Neil relaxed, letting him in.

Ryan fucking King knew what he was doing as he slowly probed. It had been a while since he’d been with a man he wanted in such a way. Ryan wasn’t the first to take him, but there weren’t many he gave into.

Another finger entered the tight channel and the stretching began.

O’Neil bit down on the comforter as Ryan massaged his balls while rubbing just right on his prostate to make him see stars without coming. “Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Now. God, now, please.”

It didn’t even phase Shannon that he was begging.

 

* * * *

 

That ass was perfect. And O’Neil was begging for him. Shit, he’d never imagined someone like Shannon O’Neil would want him so damned bad.

Ryan ripped the foil and rolled the condom on before pouring lube on his hand and making sure he was slick. He moved behind Shannon and squeezed one cheek as he put his crown at O’Neil’s puckered flesh.

O’Neil pushed back with a whispered, “Oh, fuck,” as Ryan pushed past the ring of muscle, then seated himself deep inside. “Goddamn.”

Ryan slapped his ass playfully before sliding nearly out and slid back in a slow but powerful thrust. Tight, hot, fucking perfect.

O’Neil pushed back. “Harder. Give it to me hard.” He stroked his own length.

No going easy now. He pushed into O’Neil with full force, gripping his hip with one hand. Then he got the bright idea to flip Shannon over. The surprise in his eyes quickly changed to fiery desire.

Ryan pushed his knee back and entered Shannon again. He angled his hips to take more of Ryan. In return, Ryan grabbed O’Neil’s cock and stroked with the same pace he drove into him.

O’Neil bit down on his lip, his head thrashing as he gripped the comforter.

Ryan didn’t think he could hold back anymore as he pounded into his best fantasy. Then O’Neil came, spraying his chest, and Ryan finally gave in, finding release.

He held himself there until O’Neil pulled his head down and he rolled them to their sides as their mouths connected in a slow frenzy. Ryan leaned back, watching Shannon.

“Better than anything I could imagine.”

Grinning, Ryan climbed from the bed to deal with the condom. “Shower?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah.”

He moved to the bathroom and tried to shut off his brain. Moving too fast? Possibly. Did he regret a second of what they shared? Fuck, no.

In fact, he wanted to do it again.

Ryan stepped into the shower and turned it on. Shannon walked him toward the wall where Ryan pressed his hands to the tile as Shannon’s front covered his back.

“I’m not done with you,” he promised.

“I fucking hope not, Shannon.”

A low growl erupted from his chest. “You’re every fantasy I’ve had for years. And I like it when you call me Shannon.”

“Do many people call you by your name?”

Shannon scraped his teeth over Ryan’s neck before sucking beneath his ear. “No.” He nipped Ryan’s lobe and pressed his already hard dick between his ass cheeks. “And no one makes me this horny.”

He stepped back and Ryan turned as Shannon knelt before him and gripped his cock, stroking up as he leaned in to suck one nut into his mouth.

Ryan ran his fingers over the brush cut. “God, that’s good.”

Shannon licked up the underside of his shaft, then swirled his tongue over his crown.

That felt so damned amazing Ryan’s head dropped back as Shannon took him into his mouth. If the night kept up like this, he’d be quickly addicted to the man at his feet.