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tried to step out on him. I shook my head indicating I hadn’t.
    “I can’t talk about it.”
    “You talked to me.”
    “That was different, Ryan.” I chugged my beer. I really didn’t want to think about my dad. “Why you gotta always bring up the bad stuff?” I slammed down my empty beer bottle and headed for the fridge to grab another.
    I heard his slam down as I popped the cap off my new beer and took a swig. I walked into the living room to see him putting on the hoodie he’d removed earlier and gather his cell phone, face a steely mask.
    “Ry, what’re you doing?”
    “Fuck you!” He belted. I flinched back but he stood his ground. “Goddamn you, Brady. I’m trying to be here and be your friend. I didn’t mean to ask something that made you uncomfortable I was just trying to get to know you again. But you go off sayin’ I’m being negative.”
    “Hey, hey—“ I held out my hands trying to calm him. Possible insecurities? I could definitely tell he was more jaded than he once was but I wouldn’t have called him negative. I’d just been worked up.
    “No, this was dumb. I’m such an idiot. I’m sorry I ruined the evening. Guess I can’t help myself.” Ryan’s tone was entirely too caustic for me to think any of that apologizing was for anything other than the birds.
    I stopped him with a firm grip as he walked by me, trying to leave. I held his bicep in a strong grip tha t he couldn’t shake. “Now, I didn’t mean to snap like that. Is it worth you throwing this fit?”
    I really couldn’t imagine what was eating him.
    “Is that why you liked my sister better? Is she not all negative like me?”
    I reared back but kept my hand locked on his arm. “What’re you talking about, boy?”
    “I know. I’m a Debbie Downer. At least that’s what my exes say. Guess it makes sense, now.”
    “What makes sense? Not you, that’s for damn sure. Now just slow your roll. You’re acting silly.”
    “Oh, really?”
    “Whatever these insecurities are, they ain’t true. I never known you to be negative—not til tonight anyways.”
    He lost a little of his fight. “That’s what they say. That I’m too jaded.” Funny, I’d just been thinking that word.
    Like the wheel on Wheel of Fortune clicking into place I understood real quick. “That’s my fault ain’t it? It’s because I left.”
    He scowled at me and crossed his arms best as he could with me still holding one. “It doesn’t have anything to do with you.”
    I wrapped my arms around him. He was so tense in my embrace but I got right in his ear. “You, Ryan Borja, are perfect. I’m an ornery bastard about some stuff , is all. I don’t think you’re a downer. In fact, you’re an upper for me.” I guess it was the couple beers making me brave because I could have ruined the thin truce we had going on, but I ground my hard cock into his firm ass and trailed my hand down his stomach. His breath hitched as I slipped my hand into his sweat pants. Commando. Perfect. I cupped his balls then stroked his cock slow but firm.
    “You, Ryan Borja, have been on my mind since you smiled at me the first time.”
    “But—” He stopped with a gasp as I twisted my hand on the head. I turned him in my arms and kissed him. Hard. I took advantage of his gasp, slipping my tongue into his mouth and tasted him. Fuck, it was just like our last kiss. His tongue worked mine like a pro and his mouth welcomed me in a way his stiff posture would not have suggested.
    I repeated the gesture that melted him last time. I gripped the hair on the back of his head firmly and pulled him away until our lips were just a fraction of an inch apart. “Ryan, let go. Just let go.” His fierce gaze bored into mine then he crushed his lips onto mine.

 
    CHAPTER TWELVE
Ryan
     
    I forced our lips together and gripped his shirt in both of my hands, pulling him to me. I was giving in, no doubt about it, but I wasn’t going to submit. No way was I just going to melt