Just when Ryan thought things were going his way - foiled again! Can he never catch a break? See what's going on with him in this week's chapter of In Pieces. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Ryan had meant to stay awake until Ben returned from his tête-à-tête with
Cameron. There were so many things he wanted to say, things he wanted to hear. Things he wanted to do. His libido was
racing a mile a minute just thinking about Ben. About finishing what they’d
begun so long ago. Ten years was a whole lot of anticipation.
Opening his eyes to
find sunlight bouncing into the bedroom told him he’d failed at staying awake
rather miserably. The question was would he find himself alone again, or if he
looked across the room, would he see Ben asleep in the other bed?
The answer to that question was both familiar and warm. And
it was pressed up against him. A startled Ryan glanced down to find a tousled
blue-and-mauve striped head burrowed into his side. Not the Ben of years ago, but the Ben of
now. The sexy rock star.
Ryan breathed a soft sigh of relief. Ben hadn’t left him, he
was still here. As though time had stood still between them, he’d found his way
into Ryan’s bed. Just like old times. That
had to mean something, right? Something that transcended whatever was going on
with Cameron, or even the other members of Salvation. Something special.
Since when had he become so possessive? Maybe when Ben had
disappeared from his life without a word.
Without warning, a mechanical beep beep filled the air. What the hell’s that?
Ben rolled over and reached toward his phone, which lay on
the night stand.
That explained everything. Ben must have set an alarm. Duh.
Ben turned off the alarm then rolled back toward Ryan. He
obviously didn’t expect to find Ryan awake. For a moment, he thought Ben might
bolt. They looked at one another for what felt like a very long time but was
probably only seconds. Then Ben’s lips turned up in a shy smile. One that went
straight to Ryan’s heart.
“Mornin’,” he said.
“Good morning to you,” Ryan returned.
The next moment, Ben had reached up and pressed a soft kiss
against Ryan’s lips. “Sorry about last night. I didn’t expect that to take as
long as it did.”
“It’s okay,” Ryan assured him. “Is everything all right?”
“Of course.” As he spoke, Ben rolled off the bed and stood,
his back to Ryan.
Damn, he was naked. And man, what a view. Ryan had to fight
to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor. He told himself he needed to resist
the impulse to reach out and touch that glorious ass, but despite his best
intentions, he found himself scooting closer to the other side of the bed. He
wanted to lick and kiss every bit of Ben’s beautiful skin. But, to his
disappointment, Ben moved away from him, headed straight toward the bathroom.
Calm down, Ryan
admonished himself. Let the man take care
of business.
When Ben reached the door, he listened for a moment then
knocked. Ryan heard no reply, so maybe Deacon and Keanu were still asleep.
Ben turned back toward him, giving Ryan an even more
breathtaking view. Hallelujah for full
frontal nudity! But then Ben’s next words threw him for a loop.
“I’m going to take a
shower. Why don’t you go down and have some breakfast?” Ben suggested.
“Then
maybe you can start talking to the band and get their stories. You know, a
little color for the book. I’ll catch up with you later.” He slipped through
the door and closed it behind him, not giving Ryan a chance to respond. He
wasn’t even sure what he would say. Other than come back to bed.
Maybe getting to work wasn’t the worst idea. That’s what he
was there for, after all. Time he started earning his keep. Maybe Ben wasn’t
ready for anything to happen between them. Or maybe he wasn’t in the mood. Who
knew? Certainly not Ryan. Ben’s mixed signals were making his head spin.
Ryan threw back the blankets, then realized. He couldn’t very
well go anywhere or do anything until he took care of this hard-on Ben had left
him with. He palmed himself, gently at first. But the more he thought of Ben,
and what he’d just seen, the harder he began to pump, with a growing urgency,
Ben’s face firmly affixed in his mind’s eye.
This was not what he’d had in mind at all.
to be continued
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