Going Deep by G.A. Hauser

Author:G.A. Hauser [Hauser, G.A.]
Language: nld
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The home was lush, overlooking a swimming pool and a view of the valley. Dylan was already impressed with the man and the house did nothing to change his opinion either way.

Rippin led Dylan silently into his kitchen through a door connecting from the garage. As Rippin tossed his keys on a counter and took off his shoes, Dylan thought he appeared preoccupied.

Dylan removed his own shoes and set them near Rippin’s, waiting for some kind of sign that this was okay not an irritating inconvenience.

When Rippin paused to read some mail on the kitchen table, Dylan asked sheepishly,

“You sure you want me here?”

“Hmm?” Rippin glanced up at him. “Oh. Sorry. You want something to drink?”

Dylan crossed the marble tiled floor to him, holding Rippin’s waist. “You think I’m some infatuated little jerk, right?”

A wry smile found Rippin’s lips. “Like I said—”

“What if we don’t make love tonight? Don’t kiss?”

“Then what’s the fucking point?” Rippin moved out of Dylan’s grasp to open the refrigerator.

“The point is for two people to get to know one another.”

As if the comment was depressing, Rippin shook his head, pouring two glasses of pineapple juice for them. Ignoring the topic, Rippin said, “I don’t do much booze. Sorry.”

“I don’t need booze.” Dylan began to get slightly upset that Rippin appeared completely unreceptive. “So, you figure I’m just another fan out for a fuck? Why would I do that when I can have you, have had you, on the set?”

Rippin sipped the juice, meeting Dylan’s eyes, not answering right away. Finally Rippin snarled, “I’ve had you. You haven’t had me. But no doubt that’s what you came here for.”

Dylan was amazed at the defensiveness he was hearing. “What happened to you, Rippin?

How bad was your last experience with someone to get you so cynical to not want to fall in love?”

Choking on the swallow of his pineapple juice, Rippin wiped his lip as he gasped,

“Love?”

Dylan gripped Rippin’s elbow. “Show me a spot where we can sit down.”

Still coughing to clear his throat, Rippin brought Dylan to a living room with a view of the valley. Dylan sat Rippin down on the leather sofa and dropped heavily next to him.

Once Rippin finished his juice, he put the empty glass on the coffee table, crossed his arms over his chest and gave Dylan a skeptical glance that read, ‘Go ahead, convince me’.

“What’s your real name?”

“You shittin’ me?” Rippin replied. “You know me all of eight hours and you think you can get that kind of information out of me?” Rippin threw up his hands. “Look, I thought you wanted a fuck and a fun night. Maybe this was a stupid idea. I don’t need this kind of crap-bullshit-love-talking nonsense—”

Dylan cupped his hand over Rippin’s mouth. The look of rage almost caused Dylan to pull back, but he didn’t. Dylan worked his way to be situated almost onto Rippin’s lap, pushing Rippin back into the arm of the couch.

Rippin jerked Dylan’s hand off his face. “Just tell me what the hell you want,” Rippin said impatiently.

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