Page 175 of Ride With Me

"Be a good boy and maybe I'll let you come later."

"Fine," he huffs, but stays still, my cock still buried inside him. Even though I just came back to back, I'm hard and aching again. I've never been able to get it up this quickly, but with Liam, it seems to never go away.

"How do you feel about being taken care of?" I ask, knowing this is a deal-breaker for me. I'm a caretaker by nature, and having a princess means I need to have someone who will let me worry about all of their needs and make sure it's being met.

"What do you mean?" he asks, his breathtaking eyes looking at me openly.

"If you’re mine, then I want to take care of you, always. Like that rundown car of yours. I wouldn't want you to drive around in that anymore. I want—no, Ineed—you to be in something more reliable."

"Oh, um. I mean, of course, I would love that, but it seems a little fast, doesn't it?"

"Sure, Princess," I say, placating him. He's right, we're using tonight to see whether we're even compatible. I need to leave all the other conversations for another time.

Liam yawns loudly, his eyes slowly drifting closed. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, I see it's a little after four in the morning. Seeing how tired he is, I decide to let him nap for a little bit before I get my hands on him again.

CHAPTER 7

LIAM

I blinkmy eyes open to another kiss being placed on my shoulder. Stretching my body, I moan when I realize Daddy's cock is still deep inside me.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Daddy rasps, his hand splayed against my stomach.

"I did."

"Good. I let you sleep for a little bit, but now that you're awake, I want to give you a bath."

"A bath?" I ask, turning my head to face him. Fuck, I still can't believe I’m with Gideon right now. Daddy pulls out of me and I turn around, running my hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. "Both of us?"

"If you want. I was planning to wash you, but I can still do that being in there with you."

"Okay, Daddy," I whisper, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I would like that."

He slides out of the bed and stands next to the mattress, holding out his hand for me to grab. Sitting up, I scoot over to the edge, placing my hand in his. He leads me to the bathroom, turning on the water in a gigantic tub. I lean over the edge, myeyes widening when I see it has jets inside. The only time I've ever seen jets is inside a jacuzzi.

"Get in, Princess."

I do what Daddy says, stepping into the tub as it slowly fills with hot water. My sore muscles ache as the water hits them and I sigh deeply, burrowing into the heat. Hands hit my shoulder and I jerk before relaxing as Daddy uses the body wash to rub my shoulder.

"You're so tense."

"Yeah," I reply, not saying anything else. It's hard to be anything but tense when you've been in survival mode for so long. Being on my own the past year has been hard, taking care of myself, and trying not to end up on the streets. Dancing every night to make some money. I can't remember the last time I had a restful night.

"Fuck, Princess. If you were mine, you would never be this tense. I would spend every night rubbing every aching muscle you have."

"That sounds nice," I murmur. And it does. I would love to be taken care of. To have someone love me so much, he would massage me each night. To have someone worry about me. Care for me. It's all I've ever wanted. "Do you have any other jobs, or is it just the club?"

"I own the club and I also own two bars downtown. But the club was my first baby. It's probably why I spend so much time there."

"How come you act as though you aren't the owner? Every time I've seen you there, you’re sitting at a table enjoying the shows. Is that why you started it? To have your own personal show?"

"No. That's not why I opened it. When I was in college, I studied business and when I was trying to figure out what business to open, it seemed like a good place to make money.After all, there are tons of clubs where women dance for men. Why shouldn't there be a place for men to dance for other men?" His hand finds a knot in my back and he works it out, my body relaxing even more.

"I like that," I murmur.

"Like what?"

"Your hands on me. Rubbing all over my body. It feels so good."

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