Then he wondered what in the hell he was doing. Damn Tyler Hardin for putting ideas in his head anyway. Moving to the kitchen, Ryan turned the oven down to warm, per Ty’s directions, assured even if nothing else about this night went as planned, at least the roasted chicken and potato casserole would come out right. The table was set, the sheets were clean, and the nightstands stocked with plenty of lube and even condoms if Cliff deemed them necessary. And…if everything went tits up, there was a whole season of Sons of Anarchy on Netflix to look forward to. Just the thought of sinking into Cliff’s tight ass had Ryan’s cock filling. Jesus. It wasn’t like he hadn’t jacked off half a dozen times the last two days. Who knew there was so much free gay porn on the Internet? The familiar growl of an engine drew his gaze to the window just as headlights flickered against the glass. Unease mingled with excitement as Ryan once again weighed his options.
