Page 199 of Ride With Me

“Even if it happens to be a freak flag?” Keely asked.

Now that earned a growl from Taz, who flashed him a grin. “Especiallyif it turns out to be a freak flag.”

Giggling, Keely raised an eyebrow at him. “Many have said that, but few have truly understood the depth of depravity it entailed.”

“Nowthatsounds like a challenge to me.”

Heat bloomed in his belly and slithered up his spine like a molten snake, throwing off sparks of pleasure. “Really?”

“Hell yeah. We’ve got a lot of road ahead of us, and if that storm proves to be a beast, maybe even a bit of a layover while we wait for it to pass. Seems like the perfect opportunity for a littlefreak-findingsession.”

Oh, hell yeah!

“And what does that involve?” Keely blurted, unable to smother his enthusiasm in a fake attempt at being coy.

It might work to make folks seem mysterious and alluring, but it reeked of dishonesty. When Keely wanted someone, he wanted them to know the door was open for a lust blown tryst filled with raw, unfiltered passion.

The look Taz shot him promised wicked, filthy things that Keely was more than down to experience. “Oh, just a bit of honesty and adventurousness.”

“Sounds like a fancy way of sayingtruth or dare,” Keely said.

“Six of one, half dozen of another,” Taz shot back. “Does it really matter what we call it as long as we both understand the game?”

“Nope. Not really.” Keely said. “Does that mean we’re playing?”

“Oh, we’re most definitely playing.” Taz assured him.

Game fuckin’ on!

“In that case, what’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever had anyone do to you while you were driving?” Keely asked. “And please don’t say a blow job. That is a way too common and almost disappointing answer. Who hasn’t been blown in an automobile?”

Taz chuckled at that, the look in his eyes smoldering as he shot a glance Keely’s way. “I don’t know if I should answer that honestly and hope you’ll take it as a challenge or exaggerate and see how creative you can get.”

“Shit, now I don’t know which way I want you to answer, either,” Keely admitted. “Would it help if I told you about the freakiest thingI’veever done in a moving vehicle?”

Taz sucked his breath in through his teeth and settled one hand above Keely’s knee, giving it a squeeze. “It would help more if you showed me.”

Cheeky as always, Keely dragged that hand higher, groaning and raising his hips in offering when it reached his crotch. “I thought you were worried about your upholstery?”

“In this case, I’ll happily pay to have it detailed,” Taz groaned, his voice growing a bit rough as he split his focus between fondling Keely through his jeans and keeping the truck between the lines on the road.

Taz had slowed their speed, not that they had to worry about impeding someone’s progress. Since the red car, they hadn’t seen another vehicle traveling in their direction and only a handful heading the opposite way.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Keely teased when Taz veered onto the shoulder. “It looks like you’re barely keeping it between the lines as it is. I’d hate to have you spin out of control while I’ve got three fingers buried up my ass.”

Taz let out a hiss that ended in a frustrated moan as he corrected the truck’s trajectory. Keely could see his breathing pick up as his chest rose and fell more rapidly.

“Watching you finger yourself is a show I’d want to devote my full attention to,” Taz admitted. “Why don’t you come up with something I’d get to experience?”

“Oh, I promise there would be plenty for you to experience once I was sitting in your lap,” Keely said. “The fingering is mostly for my benefit, considering the swelling I spotted in your jeans. You just promise not to land us in a ditch while I’m riding you. Steering wheel imprints take way too long to fade.”

“I promise nothing,” Taz growled as he rubbed the heel of his hand in a slow circle over the crotch of Keely’s jeans.

Chuckling, Keely cocked his head, flicking his tongue out the moment Taz glanced his way. “Then this might turn out to be a wilder ride than I expected.”

“Wild is my specialty,” Taz yelped when Keely displaced his hand to slowly start unzipping his jeans. “I excel in wild! Just get your ass over here and prove you are as talented as you claim!”

Keely made a show of leaning over to undo the laces on his boots and found that he couldn’t quite reach. “There is one problem with your request,” Keely stated as he straightened up.

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