Off Limits (Secrets Kept, #1)

by Riley Hart

“How do you do that? First, you manage to meet someone everywhere we go. It’s like you’re a gay beacon or something. Is there a secret signal you send out that I can’t hear?” “No, I’m just that good,” I joked back, earning one of her famous eye rolls. I’d said the same thing to the doc. Christ, I’d enjoyed talking to him…and now I was thinking about him at a really random time. “What was the second thing? You said first.” “Oh, how did he know you’re gay? I grew up with you for your whole life and didn’t know.” “I can’t tell you, or I’d have to kill you. We’re not allowed to share secrets from the Gay Bible with the straights.”

I took a step toward him, then another and another until I stood right in front of him. I cupped his face, held it, felt his breath against my lips. “I see you, Hutch. You matter. You don’t have to get in trouble to get my attention the way you did with your parents when you were a kid. You don’t have to be a certain kind of doctor, or have any specific career, or do whatever events I wanted to show you off at for you to have my attention. It’s yours, and you deserve even more.” Because Hutch didn’t feel like he deserved it, did he? Whether it was isolating himself, or acting out when he was younger, or trying to make his family happy while figuring out how to be his own man, what Hutch was searching for was acceptance…love…attention. To feel like he mattered because he’d spent his life living in his sister’s shadow. It wasn’t her fault, but that didn’t make it less true.

“I want you, Ryder… God, I want you so fucking much; it’s eating me away inside. Why does it have to be you I can’t get out of my head? Why is it you I think about first thing when I wake up and last thing before I go to sleep?” He tugged my hips close to his, and we both trembled. “Why is it you who makes me feel alive in ways I didn’t know were possible? The one person I can never have.” His words wrapped themselves around my heart. I swept my thumb over his nape, fought the urge to kiss his lips that were so damn close to mine. I smelled mint on his breath; our noses brushed, our bodies touching as we inhaled and exhaled in unison. “I want you too.” Our lips grazed when I spoke. “I feel you… Down to the marrow of my bones, I feel you, this rightness I didn’t even know I was missing. Like a part of me was waiting for you all along. No matter how hard I try, I can’t make it go away.” Another accidental skimming of lips set my entire body aflame. I wanted to press harder, to take his mouth and see what he tasted like. To strip him bare. To lick and kiss and touch while we battled for dominance to see who got to take who…before eventually being inside him or giving myself to him. I wanted our pasts to be different. For our connection to each other to be different.

“How do you make me spill my secrets?” I grinned. “I’m just that good, baby.” Hutch laughed, then sobered. “We’re in so much fucking trouble.”

He tasted like I knew he would—like sunshine and good food and every happy memory I had all rolled into one. Ryder growled into my mouth, and I tangled my hand in his hair, pulling just enough that it would burn. He pushed me back, but I leaned in again, chasing his mouth with mine. Ryder smiled, and I kissed it, letting him taste my chuckle before we were wildly making out again.

He tried to hold me to him, but I pulled myself away, went to my knees on the floor, opened his button, his zipper, tugged at jeans that only made it mid-thigh before I lowered my face to his brief-covered bulge and inhaled his scent—sex and desire, musk and man. “Fuck…Hutch. That’s it. Breathe me in. Suck on me.” “Make me,” I replied into his balls, and he pushed at the back of my head, holding me there while I smiled, then willingly licked at the wet spot from his precum. I wanted to earn the load in his balls, to coax it out of him, then swallow his cum down, before feeding him mine.

“Don’t let me lose you because of that. Stay with me, Hutch. It’s just us…just me and you here. No one has ever been inside me bare. I want it to be you.” A possessive fire raged inside me, this need to stake my claim…on someone who wasn’t really mine…but it felt like he was, inside, like there was always a space carved out for him there.

“Jesus, Hutch.” “I haven’t done anything yet.” “Yeah, but it’s you…just knowing it’s you…” He didn’t say more. He didn’t have to. “I can’t wait to fill you up, to know my cum is in your ass and no one has been inside you that way before,” I said close to his ear before nipping at his lobe. “You wanna mark me all up inside? Make it so everyone knows I’m yours? Because I am, Hutch. Maybe I shouldn’t be, but I am.”

When I softened and pulled out, I pushed two fingers inside him. “Fuck… God, that’s good. I’m sensitive, but it’s still good,” he said, his eyes fluttering. “Wanna push it as far inside you as I can. I want to keep it there.”

And yep, I was already hard. Fuck, this man did it for me. I wasn’t going to let him know he had the upper hand, though, so I stepped forward, all up in his space, rubbed my nose along his jaw, and said, “You’re under the impression that because I let you take control once, it’ll always be like that. I won’t make it easy on you again.” I nipped his earlobe and tugged.

“This is such a bad idea,” Hutch said. “The worst.” I hardly got that out before our mouths crushed together. The kiss was hungry, devouring, our tongues swiping at one another, alternating, his plunging into my mouth, then mine in his, while our bodies rutted together. Hutch went straight to my head, gave me this natural high I hadn’t known I’d been missing my whole life. It was like not realizing you weren’t intact, and then suddenly you were, and the whole damn world made sense when you hadn’t known it was out of whack before.

“You’re all heart, Ryder Lynwood. Well, that, and that big fucking cock I didn’t get acquainted with nearly enough.” Another laugh tumbled from my lips, loud and deep and pure. “Yeah, but you got my ass. I don’t give that to just anyone.”

“Lie on your back. I want to look into your eyes when I sink inside you, want you looking into mine when I’m buried in my hole.” He did. “You’re feeling awfully possessive.” “I’m not letting you go, Hutch. I’ve never had this, something so true, and now that I do, there’s no walking away for me.” He wrapped a hand around the back of my head, tugged me down into a claiming kiss before he said, “There’s no walking away for me either.”