Chapter 113

“Do you need to take him for a walk?”

“Nah, I think he’s good. I’ve put in a doggy door now so he can go do his business in the backyard when I’m not around. I’ll take him for a walk in the morning.”

Chris looked around. “I do like what you’ve done so far to the place. It’s cool that Galaxy wants to help you.”

“Yeah it is. You want coffee or something?”

“Sure.”

Ryan went into the kitchen and started making a pot of coffee. Chris leaned a hip against the counter nearby.

“I can’t believe your dad built this place. It’s so amazing. It looks like an authentic house from the Victorian era.”

“According to my grandparents, he loved to build things and this was my mom’s ultimate dream home.” Ryan scooped out coffee into the filter. “My grandmother said she wanted to turn the place into a bed and breakfast place someday. She never got the chance.”

“You don’t remember them much, huh?”

“A few images, flashes, that kind of thing. I remember getting a huge bouquet of balloons for my fourth birthday because I remember running through them, laughing. But really vivid memories? Not really. Most of what I know is from my grandparents.”

“What did they think?” Chris asked. “About what happened?”

Ryan shrugged. “Well, at first they didn’t even really want me to know about it. They just told me they died in an accident. It wasn’t until years later that I learned it was even a boating accident and then the rest of it.”

“Did you ever ask them about it?”

He took two mugs out of the cabinets. “Well, you have to understand they were my dad’s parents, you know? They wouldn’t have wanted to think of him as a murderer. But yeah, they believed it was just an accident. I think it hurts them what people say about my dad. It’s why they left here with me.”

They took their coffee over to the sofa in the living room and Ryan dimmed the lights.

“I don’t think I’ll ever have the answer as to what happened between them. Officially it’s been closed as an accident since it happened and I can’t really change what people gossip about.”

Chris nodded. “That’s true. Anyway, it’s a great house. And the view’s pretty awesome.”

Ryan smiled. “I want to plant some fruit trees in the backyard and maybe even get a vegetable garden going.”

“Well, aren’t you all domesticated?” Chris asked with a grin.

“Yeah, I know, huh? A real job, a real house with a dog and a yard. No white picket fence though and definitely no wife.”

Chris laughed. “I’m especially happy about that last part.”

Ryan took a few sips of his coffee and then said, “I feel like a shower. You feel like a shower?”

“I’m definitely dirty.” Chris smirked.

“That’s what I’m counting on.”

* * * *

Ryan, having removed his clothes, stepped into the shower and turned the knob to begin the shower spray. It was lukewarm, but by the time Chris got in, he expected the water would be hot.

He set the bottle of lube and the condom he’d taken from under the sink on the soap dish and stepped under the shower spray. He’d put in one of those fancy pulsating showerheads, so he turned the setting to massage and turned so the spray could hit his shoulders and back.

“Think you’ll be ready anytime soon there, Mabry?” he yelled, with his eyes closed.

“Yeah, yeah. Coming into the bathroom now. Was just checking my messages.”

“And?”

“Nothing, no emergencies.”

“Told you.” Ryan opened his eyes in time to watch Chris open the shower door and step into the standing glass shower. He really was too good-looking for Ryan’s good. His skin was a sort of sun-kissed golden tan and, as he stepped into the shower, water splattered over his pecs and biceps making Ryan want to lick the droplets from that warm, inviting skin.

Instead, he pushed Chris up against the tile and devoured his lips. Chris moaned and threaded his fingers in Ryan’s wet hair and tugged.

“Oh crap, yes,” Ryan groaned, his tongue sliding between Chris’s lips. He slid his hands down Chris’s wet torso, pressing him harder into the tile. One hand inched down to coax Chris’s thighs apart and then he wrapped that hand around the man’s hardening dick.

“Ryan, oh my God.”

Ryan growled against his mouth, biting the too tempting, plump lips. He was torn between lifting Chris up and having him wrap his legs around him while Ryan fucked him, and turning him to brace himself against the wall while Ryan took him.