Ride With Me

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

RHODES

I couldn’t stop watching Kaden, and when his anxiety didn’t let off, I reached across the table and linked our fingers.

“Did he touch your mom, too?” I asked quietly into the explanation of fishing he was just giving me. We’d returned to the food and had talked about nothing important, but I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Kaden’s eyes snapped up to mine. “I… What?”

“You wouldn’t have beaten him up if it was just about you.”

He snorted. “I’m a bad person, little prince.”

I shook my head. “No.” I’d known it from the moment he’d gotten in the car with me, having smiled the smile he had.

And I knew it with how he treated me, more than careful, always tender, even when I wondered what it would be like if we were rougher with each other.

I knew he was a good person.

“I’ve been in a lot of fights. I can’t keep a job. I’m not a good person,” he insisted.

I licked my lips. “So, he touched your mom, too. Beat her, huh? And she couldn’t get away because?—”

“He’d have found her.”

There was something he didn’t say, something— “He’s a police officer.”

The fear that flashed through Kaden’s eyes was enough of an answer. “You know, I really, absolutely don’t like that topic. And if you’re not gonna run anymore, can we talk about the weather again?”

Happily. I got out of my seat and walked around the table, then slid into the booth next to him, pulling my plate closer while turning my back to the rest of the diner. I slid my hand up his thigh. “Yeah, amazing weather,” I said softly, my touch tentative.

“Naughty,” he replied, but there was a smile on his lips as I rubbed my palm across his dick in his pants. It didn’t take long, and he hardened, then panted.

I leaned in and kissed him, just briefly, then I started the topic of weather up again, telling him that I read how wet the Midwest could get.

My pressure got more, and he shifted even uneasier, but his eyes stayed on me, lips parted. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice whisper soft.

“Distracting you. Doing what I want to do. I’m always horny, remember?”

He cupped the back of my neck, kissing me so thoroughly that I forgot what I was doing, just getting lost in the way the touch of his lips possessed me.

He eventually pulled back. “Motel? One room, one bed? We can make a role play out of it, pretending there was no other choice but for us two straight dudes to share the bed, and then?—”

“Yes,” I breathed against his lips. “Just yes.”

He chuckled, then his gaze softened even more. “That word will be my undoing, little prince. You could ask me to sell my soul for you, and I’d do it as long as you whisper that word.”

Oh, my heart…

We paid, then got into the car together. I guided it down to the motel, but before we got out in the parking lot, Kaden touched my knee. “Rhodes, I am serious. I’d rather cut off my own hand than hurt you.”

I placed my own hand above his, squeezing softly. “I believe you.”

Because I did, and he didn’t need any other words. I knew hardly anyone else would believe him, but that didn’t matter.

He had me now.

We got out and I got us a room, then turned to him. “What now?”

He grinned. “Easy. I’m going to the room, you’ll come two minutes later and then I’ll tell you that I am ready to not let you sleep in the storm if you ride my dick for me because I’m so horny.”

Did someone steal all the air? Because I suddenly felt lightheaded.

“Okay,” I simply said.

He leaned in and kissed me. “I’ll leave the door open. See you in two.”

He went to the room first, while I went back to the car and grabbed my bag. After all, we had it for a nigh, this nice little room, and I could maybe get Kaden to make use of it more.

Once I had everything I needed, I walked to the door, let myself in, and then made myself act surprised at the way he was sprawled out on the bed.

“Uhm, what are you doing here?” I asked, feeling dumb.

“This is my room,” he replied, lifting his arm to put it behind his back and it raised his shirt enough to show me a sliver of skin.

A tiny sliver than made all my blood rush south. “No, it’s my room,” I argued.

“Ride my dick and I share with you,” he suggested, wriggling his brows.

I’d dropped my bag and pulled of my shirt before he could even laugh. “I have lube,” I told him, and his expression turned from cocky to gentle.

“You’re not very good at pretending to be straight.”

I was actually already chucking off my pants. “I’m just not very good at pretending I don’t want you to fuck me,” I admitted.

Kaden’s eyes darkened. “Well then, get over here and let me prep you properly.”

And that was exactly what I did.

Kaden

My little prince was incredibly beautiful.

Especially when being naked and eager like he was right now.

He crawled onto my lap, touching the collar of my shirt. “I know about the scars,” he finally whispered.

I froze, but suddenly it all made sense, explained what my mother could have possibly said to make Rhodes look at me as if he was a lioness and I the cub she had to protect.

“I don’t care. I just need to see you naked and bob on your dick until I spilled all over you. We’ll cover those scars, okay?”

Holy fucking shit. Did he even know how easily a guy could fall for him if he said poetic shit like this? “Rhodes…” I rasped out.

“I think I like little prince more,” he whispered against my lips, distracting me enough to make me realize he’d moved my hands only when I felt his ass cheeks underneath my palms.

I groaned into the kiss, then urged him up. “Sit on my face,” I ordered, and he hesitated, but then moved up.

I rimmed him, teased him and loosened him up until he was basically riding my face.

I pulled him off me, then shifted until I had him on his back. I hesitated before taking off my shirt, but his eyes stayed on my face.

God, I adored him and his perfect innocence.

Unbuckling my jeans, he realized I didn’t wear boxers.

“You went commando,” he breathed out.

I nodded. “I had plans.”

“Perfect,” he whispered, reaching for me, but I whipped his hands away, then got naked, lubing my dick before fingering him again.

He was hard, dripping pre-cum onto his stomach. “Are you ready?”

He smirked. “I was born ready, bad boy. You don’t scare me.”

I hoovered over him. “Not even when I’m gonna take you apart?”

He shook his head. “No, because I know you’ll also put me back together.”

That I would do. I lined myself up with him, pushing his knees against his chest while I carefully moved into him.

He stiffened, but then focused on me, drew me in so I could kiss him, and eventually I bottomed out.

“No longer a virgin. Yay,” he said breathlessly against my lips, and I couldn’t help the surprised chuckle that escaped my lips.

“No,” I agreed. “Are you ready for me to move?”

He nodded, no longer taking, and I brushed a sweaty curl from his forehead. “Damn, little prince, you are beautiful.”

Rhodes snorted. “Don’t get romantic now. I expected a pounding, Kaden.”

Jesus, this guy.

I leaned back, shifting until I had a deeper, better angle, then I started to pull out and push back in, constantly watching his face.

He was moaning, whimpering and begging, his hands curled into the sheets beneath us while I gave him exactly what he’d asked for.

His hole was tight, hugging me better than anyone else could, and I lifted his legs higher, having him cry out.

“Kaden, there. Exactly there!”

I hit the spot again, and a third time, and felt him trembling underneath me already. How many times had he played with his toys that this was so easy? “You are a naughty boy,” I whispered against his ankle.

“Yes. Horny for you. Always horny for you,” he babbled, his dick bobbing between us until I reached for him and started stroking him in the rhythm of my trusts.

I felt his orgasm coming before he could warn me, and I made sure to help him ride out the waves one by one, faster, harder, more, until he collapsed breathlessly underneath me.

Two more trusts and I was there with him, coming in hot spurts inside of him.

Thank fuck we’d gotten the safety-talk out the very first day of this arrangement because the thought of him filled with my cum made me want to him.

I slipped out of him and then crossed over to the tiny bathroom, grabbing a cloth to first clean myself, then him.

Afterward I threw it to the ground, then pulled him into my arms. “Are you okay?” I asked, aware of how close I’d been to have him walk away from me, thinking I was the worst of humankind.

He kissed my chest, rubbing his nose along the skin, then swung a leg over my hip until he was laying on top of me.

“You know,” he started, “my list is forever long. I still have so many things I want to experience.”

I blinked, unsure where this was coming from. “Okay?”

“Yes, and I know where we’re going,” he then said.

I just arched a brow. “ Okay? ”

“Back to your mom. And then we’ll get the asshole behind bars, making sure everyone knows what monster he is.”

I shifted him off me and sat up. “I can’t, Rhodes. I could never pay you.”

He kissed my back, exactly where I knew scars were. “And this,” he said, “is where my list comes in.”

I shook my head, unable to help the happy thumb of my heart—and the smile breaking over my face.

It seemed us two on a permanent basis was possible after all.

THE END