Page 111 of Ride With Me

My heart warmed, thinking he might be serious. But I was afraid to believe in it just yet.

“I should call Meghan today and tell her I’m almost at her house.”

Dean let go of my hand and picked up his coffee, but I had already seen his frown. “Sure. You can call her while I’m filling up with gas.”

Fuck. Did I mess this up?

Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to Meghan, happy to receive a reply soon after. Apparently, I would get to have a little more time with Dean after all. Dean opened the driver’s side door and climbed in.

“Meghan is away with her boyfriend for the weekend, but she should be home tomorrow.” I slid my phone back into my pocket as Dean started the engine.

“We can get a hotel close by tonight and wait until she gets home.” Dean turned to me and removed his sunglasses. “Listen, I need to be truthful about something.”

“Okay?” A sick knot twisted my stomach.

“I meant it earlier in the diner.”

“You did?”

“I did. I don’t know if I’m ready to let you go.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for you to let me go.” I grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles. “But we just met, and I have nothing to my name. How can I be in a relationship?”

“You are everything you need to be. Everything else we can figure out as we go.”

DEAN

“There’s only one bed again.” Andrew entered the hotel room and closed the door.

“Did you want me to get two queens?” I turned around to face him and pulled him close to my body. “I thought we were past that.”

“No. I love that I get to share the bed with you.” Andrew lowered his head and looked up at me through his lashes. “I was just afraid I fucked up earlier in the truck.”

“I thought we already worked that out.” I brushed a stray piece of hair out of his eyes. “I told you I understand you’re scared of how fast this is happening and don’t know what comes next for us. I am not ready to let you go though. Does that mean I spend more time in Florida? Maybe. We’ll figure it out. I need you to trust me and trust what we could be.”

“I’ll try.”

“You’ll try?”

“Okay, Daddy.” Andrew held his head up and looked me directly in the eye. “I will trust us.”

“Thank you.”

I leaned down and captured Andrew’s mouth. Kissing him had become one of my favorite things in the world, with his always-present cherry-vanilla lip balm and fresh, minty breath.

“Wanna play?” I nipped his lip and savored the desperate whimper that escaped his parted lips.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“On your knees.”

With a tiny nod and a one-sided quirk of his lips, my boy dropped to his knees and waited for my next command.

“Open your mouth, precious boy. Be Daddy’s perfect little cock warmer.” Andrew opened his mouth to my hardness. I moaned at the moist heat. “If you feel uncomfortable, just tap my leg.”

Andrew nodded gently.

What a fucking good boy.

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