Page 181 of Ride With Me

I studied his face, and heat bloomed across his cheeks just like I’d expected.

Did he even realize that I was half hard in my pants just from having listened to him on the phone? Had I planned it? No. But the urgency, and the way he’d been so dirty mouthed on the phone…

Jesus fucking Christ.

I shifted in the seat as he started the car and then led it out of the parking lot.

“We’ll split gas for as long as we’re on the road,” I said. “I can also drive if you want.”

Rhodes glanced at me, then focused back on the street, shaking his head.

I arched a brow. “Yes?”

“I… I just can’t believe you’re here. I mean, you are hot as… Hot, and you have not yet murdered me. I must be dreaming.”

I chuckled, surprised that he even got it out of me. “I’m hot as hot?”

The pink appeared on his cheeks again, and he huffed in annoyance. Okay, clearly he liked humiliation and degradation when he had his dick in his hand, but this…

“Tell me, little prince, what is it you’d want me to do right now if you could order me around?”

He guided the car south-west, as if he planned on taking it straight through the boring middle of the US.

For a long moment he hesitated, then shook his head. “I wanted to be a Marcus on the road,” he muttered.

I leaned in closer. “A what?”

I was sure I’d heard him right; I just didn’t understand any of the words, and I usually wasn’t that slow on the uptake.

Rhodes licked his pretty lips, leaving me distracted for a moment, then he said, “I wanted to be outspoken and flirty and sexy, so technically right now I should be all, ‘choke me and make me come until I see stars’, but all I have in my brain is static and ‘OMG’ running on a loop.”

“Choking is something you should work your way up to, little prince,” I said seriously. I was into some things he’d most likely consider kinky, but I’d never dared to put my hand around anyone’s throat or let them do it to me.

Then again, that also needed a level of trust that I barely ever shared with anyone.

Okay, cut the barely ever.

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

He rested his elbow on the window, his posture utterly relaxed, and I had to say, his confident driving did something to me.

Made me want to make him belessin control.

“Because you sounded protected and entitled on the phone, exactly like a prince. And which person who actually has a hard time putting food on the table can just up and leave to get their tight little hole spread around just any dick for weeks in a row?”

Another flush whispered across his face while a soft whimper fell from his lips.

I instantly pounced on that. “You like me talking about your ass?”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Yes,” he breathed.

That simple admission made my dick stand to attention right away again. I wanted to hear it over and over, preferably when he was unable to move his hands, being spread out naked in front of me.

For a moment I stayed silent, allowing him to get his breathing back under control before I slid my hand across his thigh, very close to his jean-clad cock, and then asked, “If you could pick three things you can make come true—kink-wise—which would they be?”

His eyes widened, and he shot me another glance. “Only three?”

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