Riding Ryder (9 page)

He moved back and swung his trapped leg over Caleb’s head. His butt was playfully slapped as he stood up, and he spoke to Caleb, who was still lounging on the settee. “Move that body.”

“Hey, who’s in charge, then? And yes, you do know what I mean.”

Logan laughed. “One day, I’ll surprise you, mate.”

Caleb got to his feet and kissed him hard, walking him backward into the bedroom. “Anytime you want. Just give me a bit of notice so I can zone out.”

“Fair enough. Mmmph.” His body was propelled onto the bed. His robe pulled off as he tipped back-first into the softness of the mattress. Caleb followed his descent to lie on top of him. Then his nipples were nipped and soothed, his cock held firmly as Caleb laved his way slowly down his body.

“No.”

He looked down, bewildered. Sheesh, he had only been wondering.

“Very unlikely we’ll be interrupted again. I think those two will be perfectly happy until I see them in the morning.” Caleb’s eyes were twinkling. “Or later on this morning, I should say. So I’m all yours.”

He didn’t add
I hope
, but Logan thought he should cross his fingers, just to be on the safe side.

“No need. Now, are you going to fuck me or just think about it?”

Logan laughed as he found gel and condoms in the bedside drawer. “Oh, fuck you, no two ways about it.”

“No? Oh that’s a pity. Two ways could be very exciting.”

Caleb’s laugh seemed as if it was from the heart. “Okay, Logan, you’re on. Two ways it shall be.”

***

“What time is it?”

Caleb opened one eye. “Damn, Logan, this is becoming a habit. I’m moving the clock to your side of the bed.” He squinted. “Half past eight. We’ve plenty of time yet.”

“Oh good.” Logan moved and put his head on Caleb’s chest. “What am I thinking now, Cal?”

Caleb laughed. “Very erotic, very X-rated thoughts. And, oh yes, be my guest. After all, I had it all earlier. I won’t be greedy. Oh, I will.”

Logan had lubricated his fingers and begun to insert them into Caleb’s ass almost before he had time to draw breath. Caleb sighed in bliss. Logan was gently forceful, not pushing too much or too hard, just a nonstop, relentless pressure designed to give pleasure, not pain.

Their earlier lovemaking had been just that. Given and received with love. When Caleb had finally lain, spent, on top of Logan, they both knew they had moved to a new level of love and awareness. They both wanted, needed, to reinforce that.

“Two girls.” Caleb said gently. “Two girls, last night. I can still see you wondering, and I know you won’t ask.” He moved his hands gently back and forth over Logan’s back. “Newly out, new to each other and making love with a female partner. And scared shitless they’ll do something wrong. So they’re tense, then of course, nothing is right. But they’ll get there; it’ll just take time, love, and caring. They’ve got all that. I’m just showing them how they do it physically.” He moved his hands to Logan’s dick, and then raised an eyebrow in query. “You going to come for me, Logan? Let me fist you, make you come, shoot all over my hands while you finger-fuck my ass? Then let me show you how you can make me come?”

Logan, his eyes misty with emotion, nodded and took hold of his cock firmly in one hand and reached for Caleb with the other. “Here, with my love. Both of us or neither,” he said firmly. “I’ll enjoy finger-fucking you while you fuck me, and we can both come together like this.” His fingers scissored and moved inside Caleb, as his other hand began to rub Caleb’s cock. Caleb picked up the rhythm and matched it with his hand on Logan’s dick. The result was instantaneous and overwhelming. Two voices shouted out their completion as two hot, wet, streams of cum erupted all over both their hands.

They made it to breakfast just half an hour before Caleb had to leave to see Kiri and Rena.

“I hope you don’t need to do anything that will give you indigestion,” Logan said wickedly. “Too much exercise on a full stomach is not good for you.”

Caleb laughed, relieved to see Logan could make a joke about something that affected him so profoundly.

“Hopefully, I’ll be needed in tutor mode only. No hands-on required. So I can sit on my ass and let my food digest.”

“You’d better, bro.” Doris had entered the room, enjoying the banter between the two men. “But if not, the indigestion tablets are in the first-aid cabinet.” She laughed as both men leaned over and kissed her.

“Right, I need to go.” Caleb stood up and pushed his chair back from the table. “I should be back for lunch about one, then I’ll start running through the office stuff, if you fancy.” He looked at Logan, who nodded.

“No prob.” Logan watched as after a toe-curling kiss, Caleb left the room. He sighed.

“Survived your first night, did you?” Doris asked. “He get called out?”

He nodded. “Yup. I nearly blew it. Luckily, he has faith in me, and by God, D, I’m going to try to live up to it. At least I managed not to ask who he’d gone to or what he did, but it was a close thing.” He paused. “Then this morning he gave me the compliment of telling me a little. No names, not what he did, just why he was needed. I felt ten feet tall.”

She smiled at him, and he saw the sympathy in her eyes for his plight. “Going okay so far, then. What will you do if he does tell you what he’s done, and it’s something you don’t like, something you’re jealous of, or feel threatened by? What will you do then?”

He shook his head, showing his frustration with the thought. “Kick the cat?”

“We don’t have a cat.”

“Yeah, kick myself then. Or get rip-roaring drunk. God, D, I don’t know. I just do not know.”

Chapter Twelve

What he would do wasn’t put to the test for a while. Kiri and Rena left on Friday morning, a lot more fulfilled and well on their way to happily ever after. The couple due in for a quick refresher course cancelled, and the week with the gay couple, Connor and Bain, had become a week of friendship and laughter.

An older couple, Mark and Mary, returned for their fourth visit. In their sixties, they had first turned to Caleb for help and advice when they decided their love life was getting stale. Or, as Caleb had explained to Logan, when it became sex on Thursdays after bingo and Saturday after Match of the Day. It added a bit of spice to their lives as he talked them through what they were to do.

The crunch came four weeks later.

They had enjoyed several amazing weekends of loving and laughing. At the cottage, they had meditated before making love on the dunes on a golden afternoon, the sun gilding them with its radiance. Once back at Greykirk, the joys of their rooftop terrace with its lap pool had become obvious.

Logan was in the office one Friday afternoon when Caleb wandered in, his last clients having just left, happy and contented.

“Anything I should see?” he asked after giving his lover a hard and passionate kiss.

Logan returned the kiss and smiled. God, he so loved this man, and sometimes it was hard to believe he was lucky enough to be loved in return. He waved a sheaf of papers. “Mostly straightforward; I just need to know if it is yay or nay to them, but why people need to fax, when emails are so easy and so much safer, I don’t know. There’s one here from a Joh Cencinietti, in email and fax and with a phone number. She or he seems very eager to get hold of you and wants a date soon, with no one else here. I’ve attached a list of dates to the query.”

“Mm hmm.” Caleb was noncommittal, ignoring Logan’s interest. “I’ll answer it this afternoon. Anything else?” He smiled, although it seemed his mind was troubled.

Logan picked up on his anxiety. “Hey, not really. A few queries, two definite couples—you just need to approve the dates before I email them—and a definite yes for the conference in October. That makes us almost full for the rest of the year. Oh, and a very nice email from Mark and Mary confirming their next visit.” He straightened the papers on the desk, fiddled with a paper clip, and then decided to change the subject. “But, strange, I saw a badger in the garden today. Walked straight in front of me. Not scared or anything.” He saw the worried look on Caleb’s face. “What? What does seeing a badger mean, then?”

Caleb didn’t answer.

“Tell me, Cal,” Logan demanded. “Hell, if it affects me, affects us, I want to know.” Even if he wasn’t sure about all the wisdom Caleb believed in, he needed to know what had put that concerned look in Caleb’s eyes. “Tell me.”

“It means,” Caleb said slowly, “the person who sees it is going to need courage, strength, and perseverance.”

The phone rang, and Caleb picked it up. Logan never answered the phone. If Caleb wasn’t around, it went to voicemail. It had been one of the things he had had to come to terms with. Along with the fact that he still didn’t come face to face with the clients unless they stated they did not mind. Or, as in the case of Connor and Bain, they became friends. He was often frustrated at the restrictions placed on him, on only knowing such a tantalizingly small part of Caleb’s life, but he was gradually coming to accept them. Or so he thought.

“Ryder. Oh, yes. Hello. Yes, we got it today. I was going to get back to you this afternoon.” His laughter sounded forced to Logan, but obviously not to the person on the other end of the phone. “That would be fine. No, no problem. Sure, okay. See you Monday. Yeah, I will, too. Bye.”

He looked at Logan, defying him to say something. The next week was supposed to be their holiday. Logan looked back at the papers on his desk. It seemed as if the badger were correct; his courage, strength, and perseverance were about to be put to the test. “Holiday off then?”

Caleb nodded, taking hold of Logan’s shoulders, only to be shrugged off. He nodded, as if to himself. “I can’t help it, Logan. An old friend needs me, my skills. It is important.”

Yeah, yeah, but what sort of old friend? Male or female? Kissing or cuddling? Or more?
Logan knew he wouldn’t protest, but he sure would not be happy. However, he said nothing, merely nodded and passed over the diary.
“You’d better log it, then.” He knew Caleb was tuned into what he was thinking but chose not to respond. Instead, he scribbled a note in the diary and then amended the electronic one.

“Have you nearly done in here? Do you fancy a swim? The big pool is empty.” Caleb was making an effort, Logan noted. He nodded.

“Yes, and yes. Where’s D the D? Will we need cossies, or can we swim in the buff? I do so like seeing that cute ass of yours peeking in and out of the water.” Logan made a point of ogling the cute ass in question.

“You’re going to have to stop calling her that. She’ll have your balls in a vice if she hears you. Doris is away for the weekend. She’s going to some cookery course, remember?” Caleb laughed. “Or that’s where she says she’s going. I sometimes wonder if
cookery i
s a euphemism for something else.”

Logan spluttered. “Wannabe Doms of the World Unite?”

“Something like that, but as long as she keeps bringing home those marvelous concoctions, we’ll let her stick to her story.”

Logan shook his head. “Ah, D the D. Gotta love her. And she knows that’s my nickname for her. She says it’s a compliment, and she’ll show me how she works any time! So, in the buff?”

“In the buff.”

He knew some of their easy camaraderie was missing. And that was his fault. But that nasty emotion jealousy sneaked in sometimes no matter how hard he tried not to let it.

Caleb followed him out of the office. “I know, but you know sometimes that’s the way it is. Remember you are my love, my life. The rest is my job.”

Logan sighed. “I know, and I try. And I’m getting better. But sometimes…” His voice trailed off.

“Yeah, sometimes.” Caleb pulled him close. “Come on, lover, let me show you my cute butt as we swim. You’ll see it as you follow me anyway, because I’ll race you. And beat you, surfer boy.” He broke into a run as they reached the pool area. The private gardens and private pool shimmering in the early evening sunshine beckoned and enticed. A double daybed, a replica of one they had and used in more than one interesting way on their private roof garden, stood secluded and inviting in a bower of roses. Other plants and herbs mingled with them, each chosen because of its meaning. Or, as Caleb had joked, for their culinary uses. Rosemary for protection, lavender for relaxation, marjoram for balance.

“Hah. You think?” Logan pulled his T-shirt over his head, and then ran after Caleb. Once he reached him, he tugged him and held him back so he couldn’t reach the side of the pool, pull off his jeans, and dive in. “Lets strip together,” Logan suggested. “One…Two…” Both pairs of jeans were disposed of in record time. “Who’s gonna follow who now?”

It didn’t really matter. They both got a good view of each other’s bodies as they swam and played in the water. Eventually, Logan stood in shallow water, chest heaving.

“I’m knackered. I’m getting out.”

Caleb shook his head in mock pity. “Oh, dear, can’t take the heat, eh? And knackered? What a shame. I was going to do that for you.”

Logan climbed out to stand at the side of the pool, water streaming off him, and watched as Caleb hauled himself out. “Do what?” he asked.

“Knacker you.”

“Oh well, in that case…”

“Mmm.”

He hadn’t been too knackered.