My smile grew so fast that my cheeks ached with the force of it. This funny, gorgeous, intelligent, and generous man was all mine. At least for the time being, and I wasn’t going to waste a second of having him in my life.
I sauntered toward the car. When I reached it, I folded my arms and rested them on the open window. “My car is in the shop, but I’d hate to put you out,” I said with a wink. “I’m happy to get an Uber.” Holy shit, whatever fancy cologne he wore, I wanted to take a bath in it, or better yet, rub my naked body over every inch of his marking myself with his scent.
“Sure, that’s one option.” His grin grew wicked. “But will your Uber driver suck your dick?”
I pursed my lips, then shrugged. “I mean, if I play my cards right, maybe…”
Ryder barked out a laugh. “Smartass,” he said as he lowered his sunglasses. “Get that sexy ass in my car before I’m forced to get out and show this whole damn campus who you belong to.”
Like he had any competition to worry about, but still, the possessive words turned me on and made my heart flutter. Damn, all these new emotions. Now that I’d let them in, they seemed determined to stick around.
“Well, now I don’t really want to get in,” I grumbled as I opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat.
Ryder laughed as he leaned over the center console. “Promise that wasn’t a one-time offer. I plan to do all sorts of nasty things to you later, and I’m sure hoping you’ll do plenty to me too. It’s my turn to feel your dick in my ass.”
“Jesus.” I pressed down on the very interested dick he’d mentioned, fighting the urge to hump into my hand as I leaned toward him for a proper hello.
He was smiling as he pressed his lips to mine in a quick peck that wouldn’t cut it after the teasing. I grabbed the back of his head and held him there as I probed my tongue against the seam of his lips.
He opened for me at once, allowing me to plunge inside for a deep taste. The groan rumbling from his chest did nothing to calm my cock.
“Shit,” he said against my mouth after at least a solid three minutes of devouring each other. “Let’s skip the community center. I need you to fuck me.”
It was my turn to groan. As much as I wanted that, and as much as I was risking my cock’s fury, I knew he’d feel guilty if we bailed on the kids. They counted on him being there, and he’d given them his word. What kind of jerk would it make me if I caused him to back out of a promise to a bunch of struggling kids?
“You can’t skip it.” I grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket and held him close as I inhaled the intoxicating combination of his cologne and the leather.
“Are you smelling me?”
“Yes, I fucking am.” I drew in another sample sniff. “Tonight… after the community center, I want to fuck you wearing only this jacket.”
A tremble ran through him. “Hell yes,” he whispered. “Thank God Top Shelf isn’t open tonight.”
So true.
“Okay,” he said with a sigh. “Take your hands off me so I can function.”
Chuckling, I released him, but not before sneaking a final kiss from those addictive lips.
We were both grinning and adjusting the tight fit of our pants as we faced forward. As Ryder pulled the Range Rover away from the curb, he rested his right arm on the center console.Without thought, I reached out and threaded our fingers together. He flicked his gaze my way with a smile, then tightened his grip. The need to touch him, to be connected physically, rode me hard, and if we couldn’t get naked and have some fun, at least I could hold his hand, something I’d never done with another man. Not even Jared Poznic.
We passed the twenty-minute drive to the community center, chatting about our favorite television shows. It turned out we had similar tastes in comedy and drama, but Ryder loved horror, whereas I tended to nerd out over science documentaries.
“Aww,” he teased with a chuckle as I shuddered over his recounting ofTerrifier. “Is it too scary for you?”
I flipped him off. “No. It’s not too scary. It’s too dumb. I’m too intelligent for that shit.”
He laughed harder. “Don’t worry, big guy, you can snuggle up close when we have a marathon of the whole trilogy.”
“Fuck that.” No way, no how.
“Come on.” He slowed to a stop at a red light, then leaned over and whispered in my ear. “How about a trade? For every horror flick you watch with me, I’ll geek out on a documentary with you.”
“Not hap—” Huh. That wasn’t a bad deal. “Throw in a blow job, and I’m in.”
“Well, fuck yeah. I’ll take a BJ from you any time. You don’t need to watch a horror movie to blow me.”
What? Was he for real? I scowled. “That’s not what I meant!” I glared at him only to find his stupidly handsome face screwed up as he failed to hide his laughter.
