Chapter 158

As his fingers knead Ryan’s back, he studies his boyfriend’s face, closed and bunched like a fist, his brow clouded and his eyes shut tight. His lips, drawn into a bitter pout, part beneath a sigh while Dante works the knots out of his muscles. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, scooting down Ryan’s thighs. His hands brush over Ryan’s boxers, then Dante pulls the thin material down over Ryan’s buttocks, kneads the pale skin that pinks beneath his touch. With his knuckles, he rubs into tight muscles, moving in circular patterns until Ryan moans from his ministrations. “It’s okay,” he says again, speaking softly, one hand slipping into the darkness between Ryan’s legs to fondle hidden flesh.