Chapter Sixteen

R yker was greedy and he didn't care if he came off as horny as fuck.

He wanted Marshal and he wanted him now.

Tearing at the man's clothes, Ryker backed Marshal up against the king-sized bed located in the master bedroom of the guest house. It was the room with the biggest bed and with Marshal's size, he had a feeling they were going to need it.

Marshal methodically brushed away his clothing until he was standing there hard, leaking, and aching with hunger.

"You're so fucking beautiful," the bigger man growled, sending goosebumps over his skin.

When Marshal lifted him up with those large, powerful hands beneath his thighs, Ryker wrapped his legs around the man's waist and hung on.

His back was crushed against the wall.

"Condoms?" he rasped. Cleaving his fingers into Marshal's hair, he hung on.

"I was tested two years ago; I haven't been with anyone since." Marshal licked up his neck and bit at the shell of his ear.

"I can send you my test results later," Ryker moaned, gyrating his hips.

Marshal pinned him to the wall, reached between them with a suddenly free hand, and lined up their cocks. When one rough palm gripped them both and began jerking them together, Ryker wrapped his legs tighter.

A hand job wouldn't be enough, but he'd take what he could.

Marshal must have thought the same way and made a growl of frustration. Ryker tightened his grip around the man's neck when he was whirled around and tossed onto the big bed. Yanking open the nightstand, Marshal came up with a bottle of lube.

"Yet you have lube."

"I don't need condoms to jerk myself off."

Ryker laughed, the sound almost giddy, but his dreams were about to come true.

"You or me, baby."

It took him a moment to realize what Marshal was asking.

"I bottom." He pulled at Marshal with hungry hands. The man quickly dumped lube into his palm, tossed the bottle on the bed next to them, and closed a slicked-up hand around his cock.

Ryker groaned and arched, thrusting himself into Marshal's palm. Fingers smeared over his balls and down the crack of his ass, shooting sparks straight to his cock. Marshal's hand tightened hard around his dick and one finger slipped inside of him.

"Oh fuck…"

Another finger was added to the first and rubbed together in just the right fucking spot. Gasping, he tossed his head back and forth and pulled at Marshal's hair.

Roaming up and over him, Marshal lined up his dick at his ass and slid inside to the hilt.

He forgot to breathe with every inch of Marshal's big, thick cock fitting tightly inside his ass.

Sweat dripped down from the man's hair and combined with his own and when Marshal lowered, their slick bodies slid together.

"Don't take it slow," he ordered and squeaked when Marshal rolled them on the bed.

Ryker was suddenly straddling Marshal on the bed. The man lined up his cock with his ass and Ryker took the lead.

He slammed down, taking Marshal deep. The man gave a grunt that was raw and guttural and fingers clenched at his hips. He'd have bruises there later.

The pace Ryker set was savage and filled with hunger. He'd wanted Marshal for so long. He wanted to be taken and owned.

Marshal seemed to sense his need and gave him back just as hard as he demanded. Sweat slicked their bodies.

Leaning down, Ryker took Marshal's mouth in a deep kiss. Sliding their wet tongues together, he gripped the man's hair to keep their mouths locked as he slammed down on the thick cock. It burned in all the right places and he bit at Marshal's mouth.

"Fuck me harder."

Marshal growled and mauled his mouth, biting at his lips as he slammed his hips upward.

"Oh, fuck yes," he groaned when one of Marshal's hands cupped the back of his head and rolled them over as if he weighed nothing. The room spun and the bed hit his back.

The big bodyguard hovered over him for only a split second before his ass was lifted up and Marshal's cock was ramming deep and fast. Ryker welcomed every fucking inch of that thick dick.

He scraped his nails up Marshal's arms and over his shoulders, marking him. Marshal took his mouth again, thrusting his tongue in deep. His mouth was tongue fucked in time to the cock filling his ass.

Marshal wasn't holding back and when the man's cock slammed against that tight knot of nerves, Ryker gave a soundless scream.

Release slapped him hard and sent him flying. His soundless cries suddenly erupted, filling the room. Mindless need rolled through him and he doubled over, undulating, ropes of come smeared between them, his seed covering their bodies.

Marshal's rhythm faltered and Ryker hung on with his arms around the man's neck. He curled his arms around the man's shoulders, gripping him tight.

Marshal's low, guttural growl filled the room and the man tensed, jerked, and then shoved deep. Hot come filled his ass and Ryker hung on.

Marshal rolled them to their sides and snatched up several tissues from the box on the nightstand and wiped up between them before tossing the paper to the floor. Ryker found himself pulled close and wrapped in the man's arms.

Fuck, he was tired. It had been a long road to get them to where they were now and he wanted to relish in this moment for as long as possible.

He knew his life was now changed forever and he had no regrets. His only hope was that Marshal didn't have any either.

He would have spoken if he had had the energy, but right then, all he wanted was sleep.

He'd always known that Marshal would be the love of his life and when the man's arms tightened possessively, Ryker smiled, gave a soft sigh, and sank into sleep.

Marshal gazed across the darkened room only made so by the blackout curtains.

Sleep wasn't coming quickly for him even though he felt more relaxed than he'd felt in a long time.

His mind wouldn't shut the hell up.

December cold crept through the room and the cottage's central heating kicked in with a slight hum. He pulled the comforter up over them and cocooned himself with Ryker, wanting nothing more than to shut out the world.