“Yeah,” I said, handing my now-empty coffee cup over to him. “I guess so.” I’d never had money, so not having it (which was the norm) was no hardship.
“You don’t seem to care that we’re filthy rich,” Alex said, and it seemed, by his expression, that he’d been thinking this way for a while.
Old me would have left Alex by the roadside and made off with his wallet and whatever else could be quickly carted away. New me had rescued him. Alex knew all my truths, so maybe it was time for more of that.
“If you’d asked me a year ago, yeah, Iwouldhave been impressed,” I said, watching his eyebrows go up. “I also would have picked your pocket, made off with that nice Rolex you’re wearing, and maybe beat you up, just for fun.”
“And now?” he asked with a laugh that told me half of him was horrified to hear all this, and the other half was amused.
“Now I’m new me,” I said, thinking I might have to explain that a bit more, but he just nodded, so I went on. “Doing things differently, like stopping to help some poor schlub who rented the wrong car for mountain driving in the snow.”
“That was me, huh,” he said, laughing, showing all of his lovely white teeth.
“Yeah,” I said, then laughed as he took my hand and held it. “I really think it was those assholes as they raced past you, going too fast. You probably would have made it all the way to Steamboat, if not for them.”
“Thanks for that,” he said, and he looked like he wanted to kiss me. I would have let him, but I needed to tell him the rest of my truth.
“Royce,” I said, making a gesture with my free hand. “He’s fucking loaded, so I kind of got used to being around rich people.”
“Loaded?” he asked.
“Not hotels, or anything like that,” I said. “Thackery Ranch is above Billings, Montana. Grandad Thackery owns a horse ranch full of painted ponies. Each one is worth thousands upon thousands. The land is worth as much, and they own many, many acres.”
“So he’s loaded,” said Alex. “You mentioned Grandad last night. That he let you work on his old model cars.”
“He pays me good,” I said. “I live in an apartment above the garage, which is nicer than my old apartment in Denver.”
“But,” said Alex. “You sounded like there was a but there.”
“I have his credit card in my wallet,” I said, rather than answer, because that would have led me to more complaining. “One of the ones tipped with gold, that has no limit?”
“You used that to pay for your vacation here,” he said. “Instead of going on the cruise with them. I would have done the same, I think.”
That simple statement did more for me than all the gold inthe world, filling me with warmth and good cheer and just about wiping away my hangover.
“Do we have time?” I asked. “A little bit of time?”
“Yeah,” he said, nodding as he got up, pushing the cart out of the way.
He pushed it kind of fast, so the china clattered and the cutlery bounced around, and the coffee urn was about to topple over, but he caught it.
Then he stripped down to his skin, as graceful as I could ever imagine, showing his lovely body, and amazing abs, and that delightful cock of his, pink and hard. He slid his hand up and down that cock, easing it, as if telling it soon, soon, my lovely, pleasure will come.
Pleasure that would come from me and my hands. Maybe my mouth, if I could get in there before anything else happened.
“We going to fuck?” I asked, because I still had a lot of old me inside, and old me had no manners whatsoever.
“I don’t have stuff,” he said, bending to drag off his thin socks. “And I’m not going to shove into you without stuff.”
“Maybe I’ll be doing the shoving,” I said as I hurriedly pulled off my silky pajama top and began tugging at the string on my pajama bottoms, desperate to be all naked at the same time he was all naked.
“Not without stuff,” he said.
Then he pulled me to my knees and kissed me hard and didn’t seem to mind that I had coffee breath on top of morning breath. And my, didn’t he taste amazing. His kisses were soft as honey to start with, and then he intensified as if he wanted to absorb me into himself, his arms around me, holding me close, those strong fingers in my hair.
I sighed and tipped my head back like a cartoon damsel in distress who’s just been rescued. I could have toppled over, but Alex wouldn’t let me fall.
He helped me out of my pajama bottoms and flung me to thebed. Then he ravished me in the way I’d always wanted to be ravished, but never knew until that moment.
