Page 12 of A Quick Pit Stop

Following orders.Good.

A few moments later, he comes back out, holding up a key card. He takes the stairs to the second floor, stops at a door, and goes inside.

Room 204.

I give him ten minutes. Let him get settled. Let the anticipation build. I want him squirming on that bed when I walk in. Wondering if I’ll actually show up. Or if I just left him there, naked and hard, with nothing but a bottle of lube and a box of condoms for company.

The thought makes me grin. The kind of grin I haven’t worn in a long time. He handed me the reins. I’m not letting go.

I check my watch. Ten minutes on the dot. The afternoon sun beats down as I take the stairs two at a time, the metal railing hot beneath my hand. My boots echo along the open-air walkway.

Room 204.

The curtains are drawn. The door is ajar.

I push it open without knocking.

8

RYAN

I’ve been stretched out on the bed, naked, my dick throbbing against my stomach, for what feels like an eternity. Every creak in the walkway, every car door slamming in the lot, has my head whipping toward the door.

It’s the tackiest room I’ve ever seen. Floral bedspread, a stained orange carpet, a print of two dolphins jumping out of the ocean hanging crooked above the bed. Even though it’s a non-smoking room, it smells an awful lot like cigarettes. On the nightstand, right next to a Bible, sits the bottle of lube and the box of extra-large condoms that I bought.

My heart is in my throat. What if he’s not coming? What if this was just a game to him? A way to get back at me for being so shameless? A lesson in humiliation?

I have no business being this hung up on a guy I just met, especially one who’s made it clear he’s straight. But I am. That look he gave me in the truck, the growl in his voice, the feel of his hand around my throat… It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. A man who isn’t afraid to be rough with me, but would never actually hurt me.

This has an expiration date. A few hours, maybe a night if I’m lucky. Then he’s gone, and I become a story he never tells anyone. But right now, I don’t give a fuck. I want him. I want every last drop of what he’s offering. And when he’s done with me, I’ll pick up the pieces. Like always.

The door creaks open.

Every muscle in my body tightens. I prop myself up on my elbows.

There he is. A silhouette against the afternoon light. For a long moment, Dominic just stands there, filling the doorframe. Then he steps inside and kicks the door shut, the click of the latch like a gunshot in the quiet room. His gaze drags over me, from my face down to my chest to the hard-on I’ve been sporting since the ride. He doesn’t say a word.

My cock gives an eager twitch against my stomach. I can’t help it. Just the sight of him, all that contained power, is enough to make me squirm.

He walks to the foot of the bed, slow, eyes locked on mine. His chest rises and falls under his tight navy T-shirt, the worn jeans hugging the powerful muscles in his thighs. Lying here naked while he’s still fully clothed is almost as good as being touched.

“Thought you might’ve changed your mind,” I say. “Could’ve read that Bible cover to cover in the time you made me wait.”

His jaw tightens. “Did I tell you to speak?”

Oh,fuck. He’s really doing this.

I shake my head.

Dominic circles the bed, trailing a hand over the flowery comforter. When his fingers brush my ankle, I flinch. He grins. “Touch-starved, aren’t you?”

I swallow. “Yeah.”

“Is that why you offered your mouth to a stranger in a filthy bathroom? Desperate for attention?”

“Only for your attention,” I say. “The second I saw you, I wanted to be on my knees.”

A flash of pride crosses his face. He likes that. He likes that I chose him, specifically, to worship. “And you think you deserve my attention?”