Page 168 of Ride With Me

"I didn't know what else to do," I whisper, playing with the sleeve of my jacket. "I figured it would be easier if I went and found some help."

"Hmm. Walking alone in the middle of the night is not what I think you should have done, but it's too late now. Can I take you home?"

Tears prick my eyes when I remember all my shit is currently packed up in the back of my car. "Could you drop me off at the nearest motel?"

"Motel?"

"Whichever is the cheapest and closest is fine." Placing my hands in my lap, I twist my fingers around, avoiding eye contact.

"What? Why are you staying at a motel?"

"Well… uh…" This guy is a complete stranger to me. Am I really going to sit here and unleash my whole story on him? Turning in my seat, I look into his eyes. They're a deep green, but they're so welcoming I find myself unloading all of my baggage on him. "I was kicked out of my home about a year ago. Since then, I've been bouncing around from house to house, either crashing with friends or couch surfing. I had finally found an apartment with someone I thought was my friend. Apparently, his boyfriend was jealous of me being there and told him he had to choose. He chose his boyfriend, of course. But the ass kicked me out this morning, without giving me any time to get myself situated. And to top off this shit sundae of a night, my car broke down, so I started walking in the rain, and then you found me." I breathe in deeply, looking back down at my lap. Did I really just word vomit on this perfect stranger?

"Wow. Um. That's a lot. Thank you for sharing."

I glance up, quickly making eye contact before looking back down. "So, yeah, any motel is fine."

"No."

"No?" I question. What the hell does he mean no? My hand flies to the handle when his words stop me.

"Don't open that door."

"Excuse me?" I whip around, glaring at him. "You can't tell me what to do."

"You need someone to tell you what to do."

"I do not." Oh, hell no. I don't deserve this.

"Liam. I am not going to take you to a disgusting motel that is probably bug infested. You're coming home with me."

"But..."

"There are no buts. A pretty boy such as yourself should not be out alone in the middle of the night. You will come home with me. That's final."

"Fine," I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. I have no idea what I'm doing, but for some reason, I sense I can trust him.

"Now put on your seatbelt and be a good boy."

"Yes, Daddy."

We both freeze, our eyes locking on one another. He smirks before putting the car in Drive and taking off.

CHAPTER 2

GIDEON

After entering the code,I pull into my driveway and come to a stop. Looking over to the side, I take in the young blond man currently sitting in the passenger seat, sleeping. Liam.Princess.

God, he's beautiful. Of course, I've seen him around the club. There's no way you could miss him. He works the stage with so much charisma that everyone stays glued to him. He has this lean, tanned body with gorgeous blond curls that go down to his shoulders, and frame his face. Tonight's the first night I've been close enough to see his beautiful blue eyes. However, he's pretty young—at least twenty years younger than me—and so damn gorgeous. Most nights I spend at the club, I keep an eye on him. He's captured my attention for the longest time, but I've always kept my distance. There are certain types of things I need from a pretty boy, and I wasn't sure he could give them to me.

Until he let it slip.

He called me 'Daddy' and it felt right. Like a puzzle clicking into place.

I reach over and gently rustle him awake, his ocean-blue eyes blinking up at me. They flutter closed as I brush my thumb against his cheek.

"We're here." He darts up quickly, wiping some drool off his mouth. Fuck, he's adorable. "Come on, let's go."

---