Page 206 of Ride With Me

“Exactly,” Tax said. “The insurance company determined that the brakes were damaged and rendered inoperable before the accident. Now to sell the vehicle the original owner had taken tons of photos, from several different angles too. Several of which showed the brakes and the fact that there was absolutely nothing wrong with them when the vehicle had been sold. Now, the seller, he’s pretty paranoid about his cars, so he’s got a home security system that backs up thirty days’ worth of footage. He had video proof that the only time the vehicle was moved after it was sold was when it was loaded up onto the flatbed, which meant that the only way it could have gotten damaged before I went to unload it was if it had been unloaded before.”

“Oh man, so much for being about to talk your way out of the mess,” Keely said.

“Pretty much. Between the cops and the insurance company, someone turned up information about the incident in Oklahoma and pieced together that it was the same car. When they pulled up traffic cam footage, who do you think they spotted behind the wheel?”

“Your brother.”

“Exactly.”

“Damn.”

“Meanwhile, I’m laid up with a busted leg, broken ribs, and a cracked collarbone, and my brother tells me that he’s got to head home before he loses his job,” Taz explained. “Like I hadn’t just lost mine when I’d told them I wasn’t going to be able to come to work for at least eight weeks.”

“Oof.”

“Big oof,” Taz said. “So, he takes off and I’m stuck there because I can’t travel and I’m technically in police custody for causing the accident and the injury to the driver as well as property damage. I’ve got no cash and no cell phone charger, so when the power runs out, I’m at the mercy of whatever nurse decides to take pity on me. It sucked because the driver was a local guy with a family, and he’d gotten hurt worse than I did, so some of the folks at the hospital weren’t my biggest fans.”

“How long before you got out of there?”

“Four months,” Taz admitted. “Two in the hospital and two in the county jail while they worked on sorting everything out. Then they tried to get me for obstruction of justice because I wouldn’t tell them anything about my brother driving that car, but they had no way of proving I knew and finally had to drop the matter completely, at least with me.”

“They ever catch up to your brother?”

“Not before the statute of limitations ran out,” Taz said as he tugged Keely across him, taking the opportunity to do something he hadn’t be able to on the road.

“He must be pretty lucky,” Keely murmured.

“Nowhere near as lucky as I am right now,” Taz said, silencing whatever response he might have with a kiss.

Keely opened to him with no coaxing whatsoever, his hands tangling in Taz’s hair as he twisted to straddle his lap. Keely kissed like he was trying to climb inside of him, his hips rolling the same way they’d been when Taz was inside of him. He hadn’t made out like this since he’d been in his twenties and damn, having Keely in his arms reminded him of the rush he’d always gotten from connecting with someone.

Slamming both hands on Keely’s bottom, Taz gave a hard squeeze and listened to him gasp and mewl, the roll of his hips getting frantic and shallow. That wouldn’t do. He wanted that slow, lazy, teasing roll of hips Keely had first treated him to and damn it all, he was gonna get it. Gripping harder he held Keely’s hips still and felt him tremble when stopping ended all the delicious friction of their bodies rubbing together.

“Relax and move with me,” Taz demanded and changed the cadence to a drawn-out roll of hips. He slowed their kisses too, turning things into a make outsessionrather than a frenzied rush to completion.

Cupping the back of Keely’s neck, Taz rubbed his thumb along the side, lightly caressing the muscle and pressure point, knowing the rush of endorphins it would send singing through Keely, who moaned and melted like putty against him, grinding now, but keeping to the pace Taz set. As he dragged his hand beneath Keely’s shirt, he made sure to get his nails involved; tiny pinpricks that left Keely trembling.

Every time Keely arched backward it created a drag of friction like fireworks, bright and desperately fleeting, and everytime he rocked forward it was with a breathy sign. Taz devoured each one and raked his nails down the back of Keely’s shoulder and up his side until he shuddered and whined and gripped Taz’s hair tight enough that he couldn’t move his head.

Growling, Keely leaned in and nipped the size of Taz’s neck, and Taz groaned and bucked beneath him. When Keely’s teeth bit into the top of his shoulder and squeezed the pressure point there, Taz was treated to the same endorphin rush he’d wanted to provide Keely with. He didn’t want him to move and crushed Keely to him, gripping his ass and releasing, until Keely got with the program and mimicked him with his teeth.

One of them was growling, or maybe they both were. It was getting harder and harder to tell where he ended and Keely began, the storm inside the cab raging as wild as the one outside of it now as wind rocked the truck and rain pelted it. None of it mattered as they clung, gasping as their kisses grew frantic, ragged breaths mingling, bodies trembling, until time stopped completely.

Rain,lightly slowing to just a soft patter against the window, was the first thing Taz managed to focus on over the fading roar echoing in his ears.

Limp.

Sated.

He felt amazing and they hadn’t even stripped off any clothing this time.

Taz could barely draw a full breath, let alone move and he was already picturing what Keely would look like shackled to a spanking bench, his ass varying shades of red and purple. A little pinch to a three-day old bruise left under the crease of Keely’sbottom, a reminder not to sass him when Taz was talking. A stinging swat to a fresh red line left by Taz’s thinnest cane, to ground Keely and remind him to focus on what Taz was telling him to do. The image in his head held several types of bruises; varied shapes, assorted sizes, all made on different days. Like Taz’z brain was planning a future with a man he’d met just a few hours ago.

It was sex, dammit.

Wicked, kinky, pain-tinged sex, and Taz’s cock clenched at the memory of Keely’s teeth pinching his shoulder. Most chose only to be on the receiving end, never venturing to see if Taz might enjoy a bit of roughness too, but Keely, that son of a bitch dove right in and went for it, reading Taz’s reaction as a flashingkeep goingsign and man had he delivered.

The imprint of Keely’s teeth in his skin might fade, but the memory of these past few hours would be burned into Taz’s mind forever. An image bloomed, of a rain-soaked Keely with his wrists bound to the grill of that truck, ass wiggling while he howled into the storm and begged Taz to fuck him harder.

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