Page 33 of Ride With Me

Rey was actually kissing me. Somehow this felt like so much more than everything that had happened so far. He’d literally choked me with his dick, yet, this moment, with his lips on mine, was much more intimate, exposing, and terrifying than the rest of it.

Finally, he pulled back, and the way he stared at me—I swear I’d never seen him look at my mom like that, in all the years they were married.

I didn’t know if Rey realized he was staring or what, but eventually he shook his head like he was getting out of a trance. “Um, let’s go inside, princess. You have a punishment due.”

I couldn’t even think to brat off to that, my mind still on everything that had happened. He held out his hand to me. My heart raced a million miles an hour as I grasped it and allowed him to lead me into the hotel room.

One thing about Reyes Padilla, he didn’t do anything in half measures. Normally, people who stalked their stepson, chased them through a field and then pseudo-kidnapped then would probably get a motel room. Well, nothing about that situation was normal, I guessed, but still, stalkers in movies always brought their victims to cheap-ass motel rooms with peeling wallpaper and people who’d turn the other way when they heard the screams.

Not Rey, though. It wasn’t a five-star hotel or anything. But it was nice. The kind we used to book when we went on vacation as a family. He had a room key he scanned to enter the lobby, and there was a concierge on staff even though it was like 4 a.m. They were staring at my less than stellar appearance, which fair. We passed the sign for a pool and the hotel gym, and it looked like there was even a restaurant attached too.

Of course, that made me wonder how much of this did he have planned? Had he done something to my car to cause it to break down? When did he book this room?

Rey led me through the lobby and to the elevator, and I decided I didn’t need to know. I made my decision, and I was sticking to it. Our crazy matched, and there was no turning back now. Honestly, I didn’t want to.

I was well aware this wasn’t going to be easy. There would be fallout. He might have said he took care of Mom and wasn’t leaving her high and dry, but it didn’t mean she was going to be okay with her ex-husband and son being together. The whole thing would be a mess, and I had no idea if Rey and I would survive it.

But tonight, none of that mattered. That was the beauty of this situation. Especially when I was gagged and my hands were tied behind my back. I could pretend I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t have to think too deeply about my actions because Rey was the one controlling everything. It didn’t matter if I gave myconsent. It was easy to forget that in the heat of the moment and put everything squarely on Rey’s shoulders.

That was probably why the moment by the car seemed so significant. He was giving me my choice back. This wasn’t some kinky chase and kidnapping anymore. I was willingly and clearly agreeing to continue whatever this was. I was fully accepting the consequences of my actions and what this might mean with my relationship with my mom. I was making the conscious decision that Rey was worth it, no matter what. It was fucking terrifying.

Squaring my shoulders, I stuck to the path I already chose. I squeezed his hand with all my strength and stayed as close as I could possibly be without being under his skin. I didn’t even move when we got to the door and he had to use the key card to open our room again.

We walked inside, and the door closed with a snick that felt very final. This was it. Whatever happened next, there was no turning back now.

CHAPTER 6

REY

The door closed,it was almost as if the air was sucked out of the room. The whole night had been one major out of body experience. It was indulging in a forbidden fantasy neither of us should be giving into. But despite all my claims of ‘mine,’ this night always seemed like a once in a lifetime experience that we would walk away from in the morning light.

Something changed when I kissed Wild though. Not how I felt about him. No, that ship had sailed ages ago. I was hooked, and even if Wild told me to go fuck myself and left me alone with my hand tomorrow, there was no going back. I’d be watching him from a distance for the rest of my damn life.

But now, I couldn’t describe it, but everything felt different. I wasn’t even sure if I could keep up this kinky night of debauchery I had planned when I booked the room and stocked it as soon as I saw that Wild ran and what direction he was heading.

“Wild.” I took a step toward him, but he held his hands up, stopping me.

“Please, Rey, don’t ruin it. Whatever you’re going to say or are thinking, don’t till tomorrow, okay?”

That didn’t clear up how he was feeling at all. I scrunched my nose. I could usually read Wild so well, but now I felt lost. “Do you want to stop? Despite all my bullshit, you know I’d never force you, right?”

Wild’s eyes widened. “No! Yeah, no I definitely don’t want to stop. Just, let’s table the serious shit, okay? What we had earlier, that’s what I need tonight. Everything else can wait. It has to wait. I can’t think about that. Please, Rey?”

Fuck, how could I deny him when he asked me like that? “Okay, princess, I can do that.”

Wild grinned, looking so fucking sweet, and I wanted to kiss him again, but I refrained. That was what got us in this mess to begin with.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, getting back in the mindset Wild needed me in. It wasn’t hard. That primal, depraved side of me was right under the surface when it came to him anyway. Thinking about those pouty lips stretched around my cock was enough to put the emotional stuff aside.

What happened next occurred in a flash. Wild didn’t even realize I’d flipped the switch until I stalked toward him, closing the small amount of distance between us in two steps. Wild stuttered an involuntary step back and sucked in a breath. I didn’t let him get far, my fingers fisting his hair before he got any further.

“Where do you think you’re going, princess?”

The tiny shivers made me aware of Wild’s true reaction to the game before he slipped into character like we’d never had that break. “Away from you, pervert. I need a fucking shower.”

He wasn’t wrong. We could both use one. As much as I wanted to shove Wild to the mattress and breed his tight, little hole, we probably should get clean first. “Good idea princess, we’ll take one together.” I nuzzled his neck and nipped at the tender skin.

“Fuuuck.” He might have been trying to pretend he didn’t want it, but the way Wild tipped his head to give me better access said otherwise.

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