Page 9 of Drunk Dialing

And Jake loved it.

“I do like to boss some folks around, this is true.” He waited until Jake’s door closed before he grabbed Jake’s collar and tugged him around to face him over the console. Then he kissed the man silly.

Jake’s hand landed on his arm, hot and solid, keeping them together. The kiss went on long enough to fog the windows, and he was achingly hard when they pulled apart.

“Fucking need you.” Jake reached for his crotch.

“Wait, baby.” He grabbed Jake’s hand. “Not here in the parking lot. I want to, but too many damn people.”

And he didn’t want to rush this.

He wanted time, nakedness.

“Oh.” Jake panted a little. “Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I got a little…into you.”

“Fuck, yeah. That’s what I want.” He turned back to the steering wheel. “I want that, baby. But this is a place that might get us arrested or ass kicked.”

“Neither one sounds delicious, to be honest.” Jake leaned back and sighed. “You make me do stupid shit, man.”

“I want you to in private, baby.” Treat grinned, unable to resist. Jake was his Mr. Right, as well as his Mr. Right Now. He’d doubted, sure, but no more.

Now he knew.

And he was going to do his dead level best to take Jake home and get the news through his thick head.

He got them moving, Riley Green singing on the radio, smooth and comforting.

Jake’s career was winding down, nothing serious, just more injuries, fewer rides, less money, and Treat wanted the man to come home to him.

Treat wasn’t opposed to Jake riding, but he wanted the other days, the other hours.

He wanted to build a life with his roughstock rider that would extend past eight seconds.

He hummed along with the radio as he drove, filling Jake’s silence, which he worried was becoming uneasy.

“You still with me, baby?”

“I’m right here. I’m worried, turned on. Hot. You know?”

“I do. I am so hard for you that it’s tough to drive.” His cock was absolutely an obstruction.

Jake’s low chuckle was enough to make his eyes cross. Damn, that was near filthy.

“Yeah, yeah. You just sit over there and hush. And we’re going to the hotel. We’ll get your truck later.”

Jake shook his head, turned to face him. “Aren’t we supposed to make small talk and pretend that we aren’t just here for wild orgasms?”

“Not until after the first one, baby. It’s been too long.” After that, they could have long involved conversations. He could invite Jake home.

He would. But now? He needed Jake more than air. He gritted his teeth as he pulled on the highway. He might just explode.

Jake didn’t say anything much, but that hot, solid hand landed on his thigh.

That had him jumping like water on a hot griddle. “Damn, baby.”

“Yeah. I can’t not touch, man. My hands need you, bad.”

“You can. Just don’t make me run off the road.” He reached down to squeeze Jake’s hand a moment.

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