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  The thought of Ryan in a tight space… bound… with no place to move. Tied down.

  Colt shook his head and took a look around the room, needing a second to get a better hold on his lust, and thought about the layout at the last house. “You know, let’s do it. Add the line.” It would be one more thing to keep Ryan there a wee bit longer. “A bar sink in the island is a great idea.”

  Ryan scribbled furiously on his notepad and took another measurement before looking up at Colt. The guy’s eyes picked up the sun shining in the large window and made them seem like they were glowing. The vision of Ryan on his knees, sucking Colt’s cock returned, making him thicken in his Levis.

  “Was there any other plumbing needed in the house? Bathrooms? Water heating system?”

  Colt sucked in a breath, willing his erection down. “A tankless system needs to be installed. We want to convert a large closet under the stairs into a powder room. A small bedroom off the master needs to become a walk-in closet and spa bathroom, as well as update the existing bathroom upstairs.”

  “I thought you said it was just the kitchen and a few minor bathroom things?” Ryan asked, wide-eyed.

  “That’s not a lot, is it?”

  Ryan nodded his head. “Yeah, it is.”

  “Too much for you?” Colt asked with a grin.

  Ryan shook his head. “No. Show me what we’re working with.”

  Heat lashed through Colt’s body. I’ll show you what we’re working with alright. If you show me yours. “Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”

  He sensed Ryan following him toward the front of the house and the framework supporting the stairs. “This is along the main wetwall running upstairs to the bathroom, so the closet should be easy to transform into a powder room. We’re installing a narrow sink and vanity along with a small toilet.”

  Colt stepped back to let Ryan get a better view. And ultimately, it gave Colt a better view.

  Of Ryan’s tight backside.

  He tilted his head as he watched the muscles flex there while Ryan got out his measuring tape once more. More furious scribbling was made before Ryan turned around to face Colt. “Lead the way.”

  Colt headed for the stairs and would’ve preferred Ryan take the lead, so he’d have some scenery, but he’d have plenty of time to look his fill in the weeks to come, he supposed. He took the steps two at a time, his long legs eating up the treads. By the time he got to the top, he looked over his shoulder to see that Ryan was still halfway down.

  When the man cleared them, Colt ushered him down the hall. “The master bedroom is at the front of the house. There was a small bedroom immediately to the right of it which will become the master bathroom and walk-in. It butts up against the existing bathroom, so again, it shouldn’t be too much trouble bringing the pipes over.”

  Ryan looked over the space once they were inside. “Where is everything placed?”

  Colt glanced around the space and couldn’t avoid glancing at Ryan’s package, which looked like it had grown in size. A smile played at his lips as he realized Ryan was hard. Is that for me?

  “This wall will house a full vanity, with double sinks. The opposite wall will be a toilet tucked in beside a full shower with drain in the floor.” Colt turned and faced away from Ryan. “And a soaking tub will go here, beside the existing built-ins.”

  Ryan got down on the floor and took some measurements. He looked up at Colt, at about the perfect height for Colt’s cock. Colt bit the inside of his lip, but felt his cock growing and pressing painfully against his zipper.

  Ryan’s stare drifted to Colt’s cock and he swallowed, thickly, his eyes widening. “Wh-what style… vanity… are you doing?”

  Colt felt sweat breaking out over his forehead, his cock throbbing in his pants. He wanted nothing more than to grip his burgeoning erection and watch as Ryan witnessed him pleasuring himself. For some reason, Colt didn’t think Ryan would reject viewing the show. With every last thread of his restraint, he gripped his sanity and answered the question asked instead of pinning Ryan to the floor and taking what he wanted.

  “We’ll build something to match the built-ins. Vessel sinks on top of marble or granite.”

  Ryan remained on his knees before Colt, his stare captured in Colt’s. That tongue of his came out again, wetting his lips as his gaze kept drifting to Colt’s bulge.

  Touch it.

  Colt willed the man to reach out and caress him.

  Touch me. And I’ll make you feel real good, Ryan.

  Ryan swallowed thickly and slowly rose to his feet, the moment appearing to be lost. Ryan looked anywhere but at Colt, what little of his face visible, was deep red. Colt took a steadying breath and wondered if he’d be able to walk out of the room without his knees going out from under him.

  “The other,” he paused and cleared his throat. “The other bathroom is just beyond.”

  Ryan’s stare lifted and didn’t leave Colt’s. When he finally turned to look the other way, Colt closed his eyes and inhaled more oxygen. A bead of sweat rolled down his back and coursed over the rise of his ass before disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.

  Ryan walked into the next space. “What did you need in here?”

  Colt slowly followed Ryan over, glad his legs worked properly. “Just an update. Replace anything too old or worn. New fixtures.”

  Ryan wrote down a few more notes before shoving the notepad and pencil into his back pocket. “I suppose that’s all I need for now. I can come back tomorrow morning. If the plans aren’t done, I can start inspecting the existing pipes.”

  Ryan didn’t look at him. His hands hung at his sides, his head low. He stared at the floor, silent. Yet he didn’t leave.

  Like he waited for something.

  Colt wasn’t sure what to say. After the conversation earlier and Ryan’s declaration, an aggressive attempt here could push the man away. But with the sparks flying now, Colt was scared he was missing his chance.

  He opted to let Ryan go. Let him stew in the desire he now felt.

  Tomorrow, Colt could drive the man insane with lust. A smile played over his lips at the thought. My, what fun I’m going to have.

  “Sounds good. I can meet you here in the morning.”

  Ryan nodded and walked briskly to the stairs. “See you tomorrow.”

  Colt listened as the man raced down and soon exited the house. Seconds later, he heard the diesel engine in the man’s truck turn over and then the sound of crunching gravel as Ryan departed. When the truck was long gone, Colt finally reached down and palmed his aching cock.

  He ripped his belt apart and unzippered his jeans before pulling his dick out for air. Palming his shaft, he pumped furiously, knowing he wouldn’t be comfortable until he’d come. He closed his eyes and leaned on the nearest beam, his hand gliding furiously over his length, blurring it moved so fast.

  He saw Ryan, on the floor, looking up at him… looking at his cock… looking at it with a hint of hunger in his eyes. In an instant, Colt cried out, coming on the wood floor. The first shot hit, and another, as he milked every last drop of need he felt for the man from his system.

  And when he was done, Colt knew it wasn’t enough.

  He needed to be balls deep in every orifice in Ryan’s body before he’d be truly satisfied.

  Chapter Three

  Ryan pulled up into the driveway the following morning, feeling—and likely looking—like shit. He’d slept terribly the night before, waking up over and over again, his cock hard as stone. He’d dreamt of Colt, dreamt of fucking the man, of sucking his cock and having Colt suck him off. He’d masturbated numerous times through the evening and night, trying to slake the lust he felt, feeling shame for that lust being for another man.

  Even now, he was hard, though he’d jerked off in the shower before coming over in hopes it would shunt the flow of desire.

  I’m not gay.

  Tell your dick that.

  Ryan turned off his truck and hopped out, just as Colt�
�s big, red Hemi pulled in behind his, blocking him in. Just seeing Colt again made his dick throb with need.

  I’m not gay.

  Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that, buddy.

  “Morning,” Colt called over as he pulled on his workbelt.

  Ryan’s stare followed the belt as it wrapped around Colt’s narrow hips, the smallest part of his big body. As Colt latched the belt, a hint of tight stomach peeked out from his t-shirt, showing a flat stomach and dark hairs trailing down.

  Ryan wrenched his stare away, focusing on walking into the house. But he knew if today was another repeat of yesterday, there was a good chance he was going to end up seeing Colt’s cock up close and personal.

  For some reason, that didn’t sound as bad as it had sounded two days ago.

  What the hell is up with me?

  You want dick.

  No, I want Colt’s dick. There’s a difference.

  Is there? Really?

  Ryan shook his head. Now he was arguing with himself over the inner points of his desire. I’ve gone batshit crazy, apparently.

  He lugged his toolbox onto the porch and waited for Colt to open the house. Staring at everything that wasn’t Colt, he ignored the man’s stare on him.

  “Have a good night?” Colt asked. The jingle of keys sounded, as well as the insertion of a key.

  “Yeah, great night.”

  Liar.

  “Do anything fun?” Colt asked as he pushed open the door.

  “Nah, just got a bite to eat and watched the game,” he answered as he walked inside, hefting the toolbox with one arm.

  “Which one?” Colt asked, following Ryan in.

  See, now you’re caught in your lie. You spent last night jerking off and thinking of him, not watching a game.

  “I DVR’d a game from the night before,” he fibbed.

  “The Heat game. Man, that was a good one. I made a hundred bucks in a bet.”

  “Let me guess. Carlo?”

  Colt grinned, looking even more handsome. “I gotta stop taking his bets. They’re too easy.”

  Did I really just say he was handsome?

  Why not? Guys can say another guy is handsome. That doesn’t mean I’m gay.

  No, wanting to see his cock… that does.

  “You okay, Ryan?”

  Ryan shook his head, lowering his tools. “Yeah, yeah. Just didn’t sleep all that well.”

  “Well, you should tonight, because I’m gonna work you hard today.”

  Ryan cleared his throat. “You are?”

  Colt laughed. “Don’t look so scared.” He lifted a set of plans. “I stayed up late last night to make sure you got these today. So we should be all set to start.”

  Ryan nodded. “I want to take a look at the existing pipes and check the foundation, too. I should’ve stayed yesterday to do it.”

  “But you rushed out of here.”

  Ryan stared at Colt. “I didn’t rush.”

  You sure as hell did.

  Colt lifted to his full height and stared down at Ryan. “Don’t lie to me, Ryan. You ran out of here yesterday. We both know it.”

  Pinned by Colt’s stare, Ryan’s breathing grew heavier. He wasn’t prepared to talk about this now. Or ever. He wasn’t gay.

  “I wasn’t running from anything.”

  One of Colt’s eyebrows rose. “Okay. Fine. You didn’t.” Colt turned around and unfurled the plans. He then fished something from his jeans pockets before tacking the plans to the three studs before him. “Come take a look and see if you have any questions.”

  Ryan edged closer, staring at the plans. Everything fit as perfectly as Colt had said they would on the tour yesterday. “I don’t see any concerns at the moment. Do you have a preference as to how we tackle the jobs?”

  “Where do you want to start?”

  Ryan frowned. “Do you have any other subcontractors coming in? What areas need to be done first?”

  “Jax and Linc are both busy today and then they’ve got two other properties to work on, so we’ve got a hold on everything here until the plumbing is done.”

  Ryan was silent a moment. “So it’s… just you and me here?”

  “Yep,” Colt said, his voice deeper. “Just you and me until the job is done.”

  Ryan stood silently, looking at the plans, knowing full well this wasn’t a typical job. Usually, there were twenty jobs going on at once in a house, everything well-timed and orchestrated to get a property done as quickly as possible. Ryan couldn’t help wonder if Colt had done this purposely, to get him completely alone.

  His cock thickened even more, knowing they were definitely alone, and would remain so for days on end.

  “Do you need help with that?” Colt’s voice was whisper low.

  “Help? With what?” Ryan asked, his voice just as low.

  Colt turned slightly, and Ryan felt the man’s hand on his hard-on.

  Ryan stiffened for a moment, but the caress felt too good for him to deny it. He melted into the touch, letting his head fall back as Colt worked him over. Closing his eyes, he ignored the screams in his head, telling him he was letting this get out of hand. He couldn’t say no when the touch felt damned good.

  “How’s that feel?” Colt asked, his warm breath against Ryan’s ear. Colt licked the swell of Ryan’s earlobe, sending sparks of electricity down Ryan’s neck and shoulders and exciting him all the more.

  Ryan couldn’t answer. Telling Colt how good his hand felt was akin to giving his permission for this to happen. One word could escalate the encounter and have them naked… writhing… on the floor. He couldn’t breathe. The air in his lungs caught, while rivulets of sweat collected around his forehead and the nape of his neck.

  “We… we can’t. Do this. We… can… oh, lord,” Ryan’s words were halted and a hiss came to his lips as Colt increased the pressure on his cock.

  Before Ryan could count to three, Colt had a hand down his pants, and warm, strong fingers wrapped around his shaft.

  All conscious thought escaped Ryan. All he could do was feel.

  And it all felt so… good.

  You’re not gay, remember?

  The little sarcastic inner voice piped up, reminding him he was straight.

  You have to be reminded now?

  “We can’t do this,” Ryan said, pulling away from Colt and re-zipping his jeans. “I told you yesterday I wasn’t gay.”

  Colt stared at him for a long moment as Ryan stood there, collecting his breath and his control.

  “You were hard—”

  “Guys get hard all the time,” Ryan interrupted. “That doesn’t mean I wanted your hands on me.”

  “You were hard… for me. Yesterday, and again today.”

  Ryan stared at Colt, a denial on his lips. Part of him didn’t want to say the words. That part wanted Colt’s hands back on his body, making him feel good again. “I wasn’t hard for you. I’m not gay.”

  “But you want me,” Colt said, a smile playing over his lips. “Right now, your body wishes I was still touching you. But okay. You’re not gay.” Colt lifted his hands. “Hands off. I get it. I won’t touch you again.”

  Ryan leaned down and picked up his tools and walked past Colt.

  “Until you beg me to,” Colt added just as Ryan was entering the kitchen.

  Ryan paused a split second before continuing in.

  He wasn’t gonna beg.

  Yeah, right.

  Chapter Four

  After a long, arduous week on the job, Ryan was happy to see Friday come. Other than having to ignore the sexual tension in the room, the job was coming along nicely. They were better than half done and if all went as planned, Ryan could be done by Wednesday. After that, he could get the hell away from Colt and the mounting need he felt.

  He’d finally come to terms with the fact he wanted Colt.

  He wanted Colt bad.

  But there was a difference between having a desire and acting on it. Just because he had a hard-on for a man d
idn’t mean he was going to do anything about it. No matter how madly he wanted to. Dreams had plagued him all week, and his cock felt nearly rubbed raw from the vigorous masturbation sessions going on.

  Soon, all that would come to an end and he could get back to his regular, normal life. He pulled into the parking lot of the Grist Mill Tavern and turned off the engine. A beer or two after a long week was just what he needed. Colt had given him a deposit for the job, which would save his ass for one more week. Deposits were the norm on jobs like this, so likely, Colt knew business was bad for Ryan.

  So bad, Ryan wasn’t going to feel bad for taking the near charity. Luckily the word deposit helped soothe his ego.

  The gravel lot crunched under his work boots as he sidled up to the door. Once inside, his eyes took a moment to acclimate to the wan light. He made his way to the bar and sat in the first empty stool he found.

  “Ryan! What’s up, buddy?”

  Ryan looked to his right and saw Carlo a few stools down. “Heya, Carlo. Doing good. You?”

  Carlo lifted a shot glass into the air and smiled. “I’m doing better now.” He sucked down the shot and upended the glass on the bar. “Pour me another, barkeep, and give one to my friend Ryan, too. On me.”

  “Oh, I really don’t do much of the hard stuff, Carlo. I was just going to have a couple of beers.”

  “I owe you one. You did a wonderful job on those pipes. They look good as new. Drink one with me.”

  Ryan hemmed, but he didn’t want to appear rude. “Yeah, just one.”

  “Just one,” Carlo said before grinning wildly at Ryan.

  The bartender refilled Carlo’s glass before getting one set up for Ryan.

  “Salut!” Carlo cried before knocking the liquor back.

  Ryan hadn’t even been paying attention to what the bartender poured. He grabbed the glass and drank it down, fire shooting down his throat. With a wince, he lowered the glass to the counter and turned to Carlo.

  “Another round!” Carlo said.

  Ryan shoved a hand on top of his glass, narrowly stopping the bartender. “Oh, none for me.”

  “Come on, just one more…”