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Koski ran a hand through Ryan’s sweaty hair and tugged his face forward until their noses were touching. “I’m addicted to fucking you,” he breathed against Ryan’s lips. “No one has ever made me cum so hard. No one.”
“Fuck,” Ryan whispered.
“I will be your side whore, your dirty secret, I don’t care. I’ll share you with whoever. Doesn’t bother me,” he said, biting Ryan’s bottom lip lightly, then sucking it into his mouth. “But I don’t wanna stop.”
“Joss,” Ryan said desperately, before giving in and kissing him back for a few seconds before Koski pulled away.
“Ryan, even though you’re in recovery, you’re still very much a sex addict.”
Yeah. the “in recovery” part of that?
Debatable.
Koski reached down and held his hand lightly. “Yes, Baylor?”
“What, um…what are you doing Saturday night?”
“Hopefully you.”
Raymour and Flanigan Up in This Bitch (27)
January 29
Day 13
Ryan took the last few puffs of his pen that he needed to get his anxiety in check before locking it back up with the alcohol in the safe he’d bought for his bedroom closet. He hadn’t accumulated much alcohol in the apartment yet, but there was a bottle of whiskey he’d been chipping away at along with a bottle of Dom that Mar and Jake had bought him as a housewarming present.
Ryan Baylor was buggin’.
Hayes would be there soon, and Ryan was beyond excited to see him; he missed him like crazy. But he was quickly regretting the decision he’d made to not only invite TK into the equation, but also, inadvertently, Joss Koskinen, because he was so hot and such a good lay that apparently, Ryan couldn’t tell him no.
Why don’t you just invite the rest of the fucking Lightning over and have an all-out gangbang while you’re at it, dickhead?
It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to get back together with Hayes. Honestly, he was unsure what he was even waiting for at this point, but he surmised that there was some deeply rooted desire to make Hayes continue to pay for what he’d done. They’d been through the family counseling, having successfully done everything Dr. Rosa had advised them against doing when it came to additional sex partners, with both of them having resolved to the fact that they were grown ass, consenting adults and capable of making their own decisions.
Right?
Ryan wasn’t stepping out on Hayes with Joss; they weren’t back together.
And the more he thought about it, the more he decided that might have been the reason why they weren’t back together.
Selfishly, Ryan didn’t want to give up what he had going on with Joss, just like he was sure Hayes didn’t want to give up what he had going on with TK…whatever the fuck that was. If they, you know, combined efforts, it wasn’t really cheating, right?
Wow, this sounds familiar, he thought, as he remembered the failed open relationship he’d tried out with Amara last year and what a complete dumpster fire that’d ended up being.
And, in true Ryan Baylor fashion, here he was, doing the same damn thing again and expecting a different result.
Wasn’t that the accepted definition of insanity?
A knock on the door snapped him out of his self-deprecation and he made his way over to it. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned the handle.
Opening it slowly, he found himself face to face with Travis Kadin. He was wearing a backward black hat, dark gray sweatpants, and a red Under Armour compression shirt that clung not only to the barbells that pierced each of his nipples but also to his perfectly chiseled abs. He smelled like cigarette smoke, with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a reusable grocery tote in each hand. “Hey,” Ryan said, pulling the door open wider and stepping aside. “Come on in, man.”
“Thanks,” TK replied quietly, as he walked down the long hallway that led to the living room, with Ryan following. “I, uh, so Ty said you can fuck up some fajitas.” He raised both shoulders, putting attention on the grocery bags. “I’m a pretty bomb-ass cook, so I figured I’d make dinner for us tonight. I mean, if that’s OK.”
“Yeah, of course.” Ryan gestured for TK to follow him as he led him around the corner to the insanely large kitchen, complete with double wall ovens, a flat top cooking surface and an indoor grill with a massive range hood, a Sub-Zero fridge that blended in with the cabinets, a wine fridge, concrete countertops, and a huge island with a double sink.
“Holy shit, this is nice,” TK marveled, setting the bags on the counter.
