Chapter 9

“Normally I’m not this easy,” Chris told him, pulling his shirt off over his head.

He got his own shirt off. “You just can’t resist my charms, huh?”

Chris sat on the edge of the double bed and toed off his shoes. “That must be it. Will you respect me in the morning?”

“Who says I respect you now?”

“Good point.”

“Jesus, you’re slow.” Ryan reached for the fastening of Chris’s pants and undid them. He slid down the zipper.

“Okay, okay, stop pawing,” Chris protested. “I can get them off myself.”

Ryan rolled his eyes and took care of the rest of his own clothes. When he turned around, Chris was finally naked. And God what a sight he was, too. Defined muscles everywhere, but he had especially good biceps and rippling abs.

“Damn, damn, damn.”

Chris’s smile was uncertain. “Is that good or bad?”

“It’s fucking fantastic. Where the hell are the condoms and lube?”