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AUTHOR: SJD Peterson
PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press
With his fauxhawk, sleeve tattoos, and visible piercings, Ridley Corbin has the whole badass vibe going on in spades. The image serves him well as the self-proclaimed protector of the underdog, and he wants nothing more than to be Alex Firestone's hero.
Alex, a mild-mannered library assistant, has moved to Slater, a quiet college town, hoping to hide from his past. He keeps to himself, but that doesn't save him from catching the unwanted attention of the campus bully. But not all is as it seems. Alex's past comes calling, and it's time he becomes top dog.
When he walked back in, Ridley was coming out of the bathroom, toweling his hair. He wore a pair of Alex’s blue-and-white Bermuda shorts, a little tight in all the right places. Water droplets ran down the tanned skin of his chest.
“Damn, my clothes look fucking hot on you,” he commented with a sly grin.
Ridley looked down at his shorts and then slowly lifted his gaze to meet Alex’s. Without a word he turned, presented his ass, and wiggled it. “A little tight, don’t you think?”
“Oh yeah,” Alex murmured and landed a hard slap against that tight ass.
“Hey!” Ridley protested, laughing as he spun away before Alex could hit him again. Ridley gripped his damp towel in both hands, threatening Alex with it.
“You snap me with that and I’m going to beat your ass,” Alex warned, pointing a finger at him.
“Not a deterrent,” Ridley snorted and aimed the towel threateningly.
Alex lunged, grabbing the towel with one hand and wrapping the other around Ridley’s body, pulling him hard against himself and pinning Ridley’s arm between their bodies. “That comes later when I have you tied to the bed,” he told him in a seductive tone. Ridley’s eyes fluttered closed and he groaned when Alex nipped his chin. “You like that idea, don’t you?” Alex murmured as he licked at Ridley’s bottom lip.
“As crazy as it sounds, yeah I do,” Ridley admitted and opened his mouth, inviting Alex in.
Alex took the invitation and dove in, exploring Ridley’s mouth until they were both breathless when it ended. “I’m going to rock your crazy world later,” Alex promised.
“Later?” Ridley questioned and chased Alex’s lips when he pulled away. “No time like the present, I’ve always said.”
“You’re going to need to eat your protein first,” Alex suggested and released him.
“I like the way you think,” Ridley agreed, dropping the towel and grabbing the waistband on Alex’s shorts, trying to pull them down.
Alex slapped his hand away and chuckled. “Fucking horndog, I was talking about steaks.”
“Mmm, tube steak, my favorite.”
Alex shook his head and once again spun out of Ridley’s grasp. “That was so lame. Just for that, you can make the salad.”
“I thought it was clever as hell.”
“You would,” Alex sniffed. He opened the fridge and started handing Ridley the lettuce and all the fixings.
“And what will you be doing while I’m slaving away?” Ridley asked as he started washing the vegetables.
“I’ll be over here admiring the buns I’ll be sliding my tube steak into later.”
“And you called me lame,” Ridley huffed and then laughed.
“You are,” Alex said teasingly.
Damn, he liked the sound of Ridley’s laugh and the way it caused his belly to flutter pleasantly each time he heard it. Alex still wasn’t sure how he felt about this whole new sensation he was feeling for Ridley, and he refused to give it a name or look at it too deeply. That didn’t stop him from moving up close to the man once again and placing his lips against the warm flesh of Ridley’s shoulder, though.
“You have a nice laugh,” he complimented.
Ridley tilted his head and looked at Alex over his shoulder. “Thanks,” he responded, sounding almost shy.
“You’re welcome. Now get busy on my salad. I’m starving,” he demanded and patted Ridley’s firm little butt. “I’ll get the steaks on.”
Ridley started to open his mouth, but Alex shot him a warning look as he picked up the pan with the steaks. “Don’t even say it.”
The laugh Alex was becoming so fond of followed him out to the deck, and he couldn’t help but smile.