I grabbed his hair, and he squeaked. It was so fucking cute I didn’t know what to do with myself. I loved the way he tuggedagainst my hand and made a mental note to make sure it happened daily.
For a second, terror came crashing in on my moment. “Boy.” I ground my cock against his until he leaned forward and grabbed the headrest in a death grip, eyelids fluttering shut. “You scared the hell out of your Daddy. Daddy loves you.” I twisted my hips until my cockhead bumped his, and the piercing punch of pleasure was almost too much. Sweat stuck my hair to my forehead, and the damp air was heavy as I dragged it into my lungs in short gasps.
“Daddy?” he whined.
“I love you. Don’t you ever fucking scare me by running off again.” I pumped my hips until the car rocked harder than a ship in high winds.
His strong arms quivered and his lips parted on a moan.
“I love you, and I will do a hell of a lot more than spank you to prove it.”
“Kill for me, Daddy? Would you do it again?” His voice trembled worse than his body.
I wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear, but all I had was the truth. “Over and over again, sweet boy.” I wrapped my arms around him to hold on and kiss him while I worked us into a frenzy. My back wasn’t touching the seat anymore. He was using those muscles—so capable of brutalizing an enemy—to make love with me.
Keaton turned his head, and I dragged my teeth down his jaw. “You feel that way about me, Daddy?”
It was pure insanity. Heknew. He could turn me in to the cops, or hell, perhaps even the FBI, if he wanted. I should slit his throat. But I never would be able to do it. All I was capable of, apparently, was ripping open my chest and slapping my beating heart into his hand.
“Yeah. I do.”
He let go of the seat with one hand and shocked me when he grabbed my ass and held me close to roll his hips in a sinuous dance with mine. I gasped and sank into the torture of coming so hard I nearly went blind. My muscles locked up and waves of pure bliss made tiny, embarrassing sounds escape my throat. I was blinking away white spots in my vision when his hot load spilled onto my cock in wild spurts. He turned the tables by ravaging my mouth, and I went pliant, giving him everything he needed.
Sometimes a Daddy could be soft, too. We didn’t always have to be in control. I sucked his tongue for dear life.
When I drifted down from my high, I realized I was sticky, sweaty, and the smell of his dark musk was heavy on the air. I trapped the sex perfume deep in my lungs. As much as I loved the scent, I fumbled for the button and put down the window while he gently kissed me. The cool breeze that rushed around the cab was a perfect counterpoint to our overheated bodies. I flopped onto the seat, totally exhausted physically and emotionally.
“Are you okay?” Keaton kissed my cheek.
“I may have been panicking until I found you.” I cupped his jaw and made a kissy face at him, but I didn’t have the energy to move.
His brow furrowed and he tilted his head.
I scratched my fingernails through his stubble, and he shivered. No wonder I loved him. He was adorable.
My high withered to dust. He hadn’t saidI love youback. I tried to rein myself in. Things happened at different speeds for people. I knew that intellectually. But reality stung a lot.
“How did you find me?” he asked.
Snorting, I rested my hand over my eyes. “I wish I had some clever story for you, but I literally drove around to theplaces with the cheapest rates, hoping I would spot you. Thank everything, I did.”
The sound of a motel room door closing startled us, and we started pulling up our pants, but once we were decent, Keaton looked like he was in pain.
“What?” I asked, running a hand through his hair.
“There is no way I can crawl back to my own seat.” He glanced in that direction.
Winking, I opened the door. It was a mistake. He wasn’t ready. He flailed and wrapped his arms around me. I had an abrupt meeting with the parking lot gravel that blasted pain around my body. We groaned as we sat up.
Keaton’s friend cackled. The woman with pink hair was standing in front of a cleaning cart—an open door giving her an angelic glow she sure didn’t deserve. “Guessing you made up with your boyfriend!”
“Yep!” Keaton called back, an embarrassed tinge to his tone.
I smacked his arm. “How do you know her?”
“We went to school together.” He shrugged. “Pandora.”
I wanted to make some clever quip about how we couldn’t put him back in the box again—since clearly he wouldn’t fit—but my hip ached. I got to my feet and pulled him upright. My heart skipped a beat as we stared into each other’s eyes.
