Neutral Zone Trap - Bianca Sommerland Page 0,6

the only reason Ryan didn’t immediately tell Braxton to go home and find someone his own age. For a relationship that would be best. But for what they’d do tonight?

Braxton knew what he wanted. And Ryan had no problem giving it to him.

His response seemed to relax Braxton. After letting out a heavy sigh at Ryan’s pointed look, he went and took a picture of the license plate. Sent a text. Then returned to the front passenger-side door. “Did they pick you up at a club and tell you how good they were going to fuck you?”

Ryan grinned, enjoying how straightforward the young man was being, now that they’d gotten the important matters out of the way. “Yes. And they weren’t lying. You’ll benefit from what they taught me tonight.”

Inhaling roughly, Braxton lowered his gaze. “I…I want that. But I’m not sure I’m…any good.”

Exactly how Ryan had felt his first time. But he’d been too nervous to confess as much to his lover. He’d simply let things happen and was lucky the man he’d been with was patient. A quality Ryan himself had honed over years as both a Dom and an officer. He’d let the young man go at his own pace—with some encouragement as they both figured out what that was. So far, Braxton seemed to enjoy being told what would come next, which suited Ryan just fine. He’d take his cues from how Braxton reacted to his words, building up the man’s confidence by showing him that his inexperience didn’t make him any less desirable.

Making his way around the car, Ryan moved close to Braxton, tugging his arms apart and bringing them up around the back of his neck. Sliding his hands down Braxton’s sides, he brought his lips close to Braxton’s, speaking softly. “You’ll be good because you’ll let me take what I want from you.” He brushed his tongue over Braxton’s bottom lip. “You’ll do exactly as I say when I have you on your knees. When I strip you down and lay you in my bed. When I have you under me, begging.”

“Fuck… Yes. I can do that.”

“I know you can.” He pressed against Braxton, letting him feel his dick swelling in his black jeans. Enjoying the pressure of Braxton’s length, already fully hard and straining toward his own. “If you change your mind, at any point, tell me. But I don’t think you will.”

Tipping his chin up, Braxton caught Ryan’s bottom lip between his teeth. Sucked lightly, making all the blood surge down until his dick pulsed, wanting those lips around it now. Braxton let out a soft groan. “I won’t. But I’m not sure I can wait until we get to wherever you’re taking me.”

At that, Ryan chuckled. He eased back, then cupped Braxton’s cheek. “I’m taking you to my house. And you’ll be a good boy and wait.”

Braxton slumped back against the car as Ryan moved away from him. “You’re not even gonna kiss me first?”

Ryan shook his head. “Not until you’re naked. I don’t want you to forget what this is. One amazing night.”

Brow furrowed, Braxton looked down again. “If things are amazing, why wouldn’t you want more?”

A great big sign that Ryan should end this now. Bring Braxton back into the club. Help him find someone who’d consider a date after. Maybe a relationship. He didn’t think the man needed that yet, but what did he know?

“I can’t give you more, Braxton. We’re staying right here if you don’t understand that.”

There. He couldn’t get much clearer.

But he wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t relieved when Braxton nodded.

“I get it.”

“Good.” He pulled out his key and unlocked the door. “Then get in.”

A one-night-stand. Totally fine. And honestly, Braxton did get it. Ryan thought he was hot and that was fucking amazing. The man pushed every button Braxton hadn’t known he had. He couldn’t imagine one night being enough, but that’s how things like this went, right?

Fast and wild and erotic and then...done.

But this was so damn new and he couldn’t ignore the fact that he couldn’t have gone home with just anyone. He’d thought it wouldn’t be an issue, but if a guy hadn’t talked to him? Hadn’t made him feel comfortable?

He’d have stayed at the club.

With Ryan, leaving had been easy. Sitting beside him in the car, looking out the window because the alternative was staring and making things weird, Braxton considered how fast he’d gone from being completely lost and overwhelmed to being…here. With a man who was