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take it any way Drew gave it to him.
    The images in his mind had him drawing in a harsh breath. He moved closer to Ridge, brushing his body against the other man’s, positioning his feet on either side to contain, to control.
    Ridge’s pulse was visible, fluttering in his throat as Drew brushed against his belly. The brown eyes jerked down to where their bodies met. He uttered a small sound, then lifted his head.
    The want in those pretty brown eyes had Drew cursing softly. He leaned his forehead close, breath hot on Ridge’s ear. “Why don’t we go back around to your shop? Your apartment is up there, isn’t it?”
    A need for the sexy carpenter was riding him hard. Why shouldn’t he indulge himself with a quick fuck?
    Ridge nodded silently, licking his lips.
    Drew’s eyes were drawn to the movement, and he moved to follow that tongue. At the last moment, he caught himself, remembering where they were. He pulled his head back an inch. “Let’s go, before I fuck you right here.” The words were raw, his voice hoarse.
    He didn’t retreat from his dominating position, trying to force Ridge to respond the way he wanted. He was rewarded when Ridge’s head dropped and the sexy blond backed away, turning to walk around the house. The dogs raced over from their playing. Drew threw out his arm to Elsa, sending her off to play again, Henry following faithfully.
    Drew, meanwhile, followed the hot ass in front of him, his mouth watering as he pictured stripping Ridge and nailing the blond against the wall. He watched those sleek muscles as they moved under the soft cotton T-shirt and jeans. Ridge had a sexy walk that Drew could watch for hours, ass moving with the slightest swing that made Drew want to grab it.
    As soon as they were out of sight of the inn, he moved forward and took a handful, his fingers sliding into the crease.
    Ridge stumbled to a stop. “God. Uh. We have to--”
    Drew came up solidly behind, pressing forward, moving a hand from that tight behind to Ridge’s cock, cupping the bulge in his jeans and rubbing softly, pushing against the softness of the sac there.
    Ridge stiffened at the contact, then melted back, his head coming to rest against Drew’s shoulder. Drew brought a free hand up and felt for the nipple ring, tugging it through the T-shirt. Ridge moaned softly, turning his head into Drew’s chest and rubbing his face against the muscles there.
    “Come on. Keep moving.” Drew gave one last squeeze to Ridge’s cock before pushing from behind. He stayed close as Ridge moved toward the shop building.
    Ridge walked around the building, past the door Drew had seen that first morning and over to an outside stair on the far side. He stumbled to a stop on the first step and swung around abruptly.
    “I... I don’t have any condoms upstairs. I -- I just...”
    Drew raised his head a little. Paused on the tread, Ridge was looking down at him. He stared into those light brown eyes and smiled slightly. “That’s okay. We’ll make it work for now.” He kissed those soft lips, his tongue pushing inside to claim.
    With a low groan, Ridge brought lean arms up to Drew’s shoulders, and Drew felt the long fingers, calloused from Ridge’s woodworking trade, combing through his hair. Wiry strength pushed against him, testing, pressing, the stiff prick poking him in his middle.
    “God, I want to feel you,” Ridge whispered, voice husky. He lifted his left knee and brought his leg around Drew, pulling himself closer as his hips rocked.
    Drew’s hands were on his ass, holding and squeezing as Ridge moved his leg. Wanting to be upstairs already, Drew picked Ridge up and started walking up the steps, pulling back to look down as they moved up the stairs.
    He felt a puff of breath against his ear as Ridge spoke. “You... God, you’re ripped.”
    Ego stroked, Drew cocked his head to the side as he reached the landing at the top of the stairs. “What? You don’t weigh that much.”
    Leaning back, chest