Chapter 140

His hips rise off the bed, the jeans move up his legs a little further, he falls back. Even though he swore to himself he wouldn’t, Dante can’t help but ask, “You need some help, hon?”

“I’ve got it,” Ryan tells him, gritting his teeth as he tugs the jeans up again. His voice sounds angry and Dante’s not sure if it’s at him or not. He shouldn’t have asked.

Just like he shouldn’t rise and stand above his boyfriend but he does anyway, looking down at Ryan’s reddened face, the sweaty hair that sticks to his temples. The jeans are still a good five, seven inches from his waist. Holding out his hands, Dante tells him, “Get up.”

With his left foot, Ryan nudges Dante’s leg. “I’ve got it,” he says again, but when Dante motions for him to come on, Ryan sighs lustily and takes his hands. “I told you—”

“You’ve got it, I know.” Dante pulls him into a sitting position, and then says, “Stand up.”