Page 17 of A Quick Pit Stop

“Sorry about the kiss,” Ryan says, turning his head to look at me. Those pale blue eyes have a hazy, satisfied look. “Couldn’t help it.”

“Did it feel like I was stopping you?”

He smiles. “Felt like the opposite.”

“So why are you apologizing?”

“Because you’re straight.”

I roll onto my side to face him. My arm drapes over his chest, my fingers tracing the sticky lines on his stomach. “Am I?”

“Are you what?”

“Straight.”

“Well, that’s what you told me anyway.” He looks at me, a little confused. “Why? Did I change your mind?”

“Let’s just say you made me question a few things.” I lean in and kiss him again. His eyes go wide, like he didn’t expect it a second time. Then they close, and he kisses me back. Deeper. His hand comes up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

“Dominic,” he says when he breaks away.

“Mmm?”

“Can you hold me for a moment?”

I pull him against me, his back against my chest, tucking his head under my chin. He’s so warm. Skin slick with sweat, sticking to mine. My softening dick nestles against the curve of his ass. I run a hand down his chest, over his stomach, to the coarse hair around his cock, then back up again, feeling the fine tremors still running through him.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

“For what?”

“For giving me exactly what I asked for. And for not bailing right after.”

“Were you worried I would?”

He presses closer, tucking his arm over mine. “Well, I still have to get you to the parts store. So that’s some leverage. But honestly? Yeah. Most guys, they get what they want, and they’re gone. It’s transactional.”

I tighten my arm around him. “That’s not me.”

“I’m starting to see that.” He’s quiet for a second. “I could do this all day,” he whispers. “Just lie here like this with you.”

“You know what I think?” I say, my lips brushing his ear.

“What?”

“You act all tough and provocative. Like you just want to be used. But underneath it? You’re a fucking romantic.”

He laughs. “Shh.Don’t tell anyone.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Yeah,” he says. “To be honest, I’m fucking lonely sometimes. And it’s a hell of a lot easier to get someone to fuck you than to love you.”

That one hits me right in the gut. I don’t know what to say to that, so I hold him tighter.

“Sorry, man,” he says. “Didn’t mean to get all emotional on you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”