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I sighed. I knew his dad was a sensitive topic, and I knew he was worried about Tyler’s reaction. But Fletcher was also brave for going after what he wanted.
“Don’t worry about any of that right now. Your dad texted me this morning, and I told him everything was fine. I don’t want him adding stress to either of our plates right now. You’re safe and alive, and I’m taking care of you. That’s all he needs to know.” I pressed a kiss to his temple. “So, right now, we just focus on getting home. Once we’re at home and we’ve had a good night’s rest, we’ll deal with Tyler.”
“Okay,” he breathed, his shoulders relaxing. “I can do that.”
I grabbed his hand in mine and laced our fingers together just as the Uber pulled to the curb.
Fletcher’s trust in me was something I would never take for granted. And I would do my damnest to make sure he believed in me to take care of everything for the rest of our lives.
As long as he stuck with me, let me be with him, I’d do my damnest to make sure he never had to worry about another thing. His overbearing father included.
I took the next exit, where I saw a hotel looming in the distance, a gas station right next to it. It was well after dark, and I was exhausted. And hungry. Fuck, I was hungry. My stomach had been quietly rumbling at me for the past couple of hours, but I’d wanted to get as far as I could before stopping for the night.
Fletcher glanced up from his phone, where he’d been reading another book. “We stopping for the night?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah.” My voice was raspy from not being used most of the day. We’d been riding in companionable silence for hours now. I had the radio playing on low, and he’d been engrossed in whatever book he was currently reading. “I need food and sleep.”
Fletcher yawned at the mention of sleep. “Yeah. Me, too,” he grumbled. He locked his phone as I turned into the gas station, stopping alongside a pump.
“I’m going to get gas so we don’t have to worry about it in the morning,” I told him. “Do me a favor and see what delivers around here.”
He nodded and unlocked his phone again. I climbed out of the car and pulled my wallet out of my pocket, yanking out my credit card. After putting it in the machine to prepay, I began to pump gas, leaning back against the car. I could still hear the interstate behind me, the cars a soothing, quiet rumble in the night air.
It had been a long and exhausting twenty-four hours. But one good thing came out of last night, which made it a night I’d never regret.
I got Fletcher. Sure, confessing our love for each other like we had hadn’t been ideal, but we’d almost died. It was by a fucking miracle we didn’t. And I wasn’t wasting another second of my life hiding how I felt about him.
And apparently, he wasn’t either.
Once the car was full, I slid back into the car and turned it on. “What’d you find?” I asked after I shifted the car into drive and pulled back onto the quiet road to head next door to the hotel.
“There’s a lot of restaurants around here,” Fletcher told me, still scrolling through his phone. “They have three different delivery services out here, so there’s plenty to choose from. What one doesn’t pick up from, another probably does.”
I nodded, turning the wheel to pull up in front of the hotel. “Good. I’m craving a greasy burger with salty friends. I feel like clogging my arteries tonight.”
Fletcher snickered and reached over to pat my stomach as I shifted the car into park. “Guess that’s why you don’t have abs, huh?” he teased.
I rolled my eyes at him and opened my door. “Baby, I don’t have abs because I’m a lazy fuck.” He barked out a laugh, a grin pulling at his lips. His eyes lit up beautifully. “The only reason I don’t have a gut is because my metabolism is still fucking insane.”
Fletcher got out of the car as well and shut the door before resting his arms on the roof, looking across the car at me as I grabbed out his suitcase and my duffel bag, which I’d grabbed this morning before the truck was towed away.
“Stick with me long enough and you’ll have consistent exercise.” He winked.
My dick plumped in my jeans. “You’re fucking trouble, boy.”
He grinned at me. “You like it.”
I really fucking did.
I moaned low in my throat at the sensation of Fletcher licking my nipple before drawing it into his warm, wet mouth. My eyes slowly opened, and I looked down at him. He was straddling my hips—completely fucking naked. One hand was stroking his cock as he suckled on my nipple before releasing it and switching to my other one.
“Fuck, boy,” I growled. I wasn’t capable of much more coherent thought.
He moaned around my nipple, his hand tightening around the base of his cock before he popped off, looking up at me with mischief shining in his eyes. “I prepped for you,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with pure sex.
I groaned, running my palms along his hair-roughened thighs. My fingertips traced the swells of his ass cheeks before moving up his sides. A shiver rolled through him, making him shudder, as I tweaked his nipples.
“I’ve been holding out for days,” I rasped. “So as much as I want foreplay, baby, if you put your mouth on me again, I’m probably going to come in my fucking pants.”
