Page 203 of Ride With Me
“Exactly.”
“But it still means I gotta move,” Keely complained, only half in protest.
It took three tries and a lot of jostling that Keely didn’t appreciate, but Taz was finally able to grasp whatever he was reaching for and stopped lurching every which way. It turned out to be the hazard lights and tissues that he used to clean the cum off Keely’s belly and thighs before gently tugging him forward to rest his head on Taz’s shoulder.
Hugging.
Taz was hugging him and not in a hurry to let go despite his concerns about the weather and road conditions.
“If it were safe, I’d hold you like this for as long as you wanted,” Taz murmured, the sincerity in his voice unmistakable.
Keely’s knee ached, his lower back was on fire, but he melted into that embrace like he was trying to meld his body with Taz’s. The scent of sweat, sex, and cum had replaced the forestscent on Taz’s skin, but it wasn’t at all unpleasant. Nuzzling the spot beneath Taz’s ear, he sighed and basked in the feel of Taz stroking his hair again, wondering if he’d be as willing to cuddle in a big comfy bed.
The force of an 18-wheeler rocketing past jostled the truck, the moment shattered by its air horn and the rumble of its wheels on the strips along the side of the road.
Okay, now that was close. Keely was forced to admit, even if it was just to himself, that the level of danger had ramped up to a level where it wasn’t so thrilling anymore. Lifting his head, Keely brushed the hair from his eyes, but he couldn’t see a god damned thing with the way they’d fogged up the windows.
Taz blew out a long breath, caressed Keely’s back, then nudged him until Keely sat up so Taz could cup his cheek.
“We need to get off of this road, so I need you back in your seat with your clothes on,” Taz said, holding Keely’s gaze. “But that doesn’t mean this is over. Not even close.”
Keely nodded his understanding and scooted right onto the passenger’s seat. He reached for his jeans, quickly wiggling into them as Taz started the truck and turned the defogger on.
The sky chose that moment to let loose a torrent of rain, the fat drops splattering against the windshield in layers so thick the wipers could barely keep up.
“Damn,” Taz muttered, shaking his head at the deluge the sky unleashed upon them.
As the windows finished clearing, not that the rain was easier to see through than the fog, they finished getting on their clothes, Keely banging his head on the dash when he went to shove his feet in his boots.
“Ouch! I know that hurt, I smacked my head on the dash just the other day when I was digging something out from beneath the seat,” Taz said.
“It didn’t tickle,” Keely grumbled as rubbed his forehead.
He was much more careful when he leaned again and managed to get his boots tied without injuring himself further. This time, when he got situated in the seat, he didn’t need to be told to put his seatbelt on. The winds had grown so strong that they were starting to rock the truck as Taz eased them back onto the road, both hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.
Silence descended over the cab as Taz focused and Keely kept his mouth shut, not wanting to do anything to distract him as they rolled along. It was creepy not being able to see more than a few feet in front of them, the rest of the world obscured by a curtain of water. It was like being in a science fiction movie when a shadow moved behind the water, headlights dulled as a car passed them without them ever being able to see it. They were moving, but it was a weird kind of motion, and a little bit scary too. Distance was impossible to judge. Despite how hard he tried; Keely couldn’t see anything but the occasional reflection of the lines through the lights.
How Taz was keeping them on the road was anyone’s guess, with the wipers sounding like war drums and brief glimpses of white streaks his own source of navigation. Keely caught sight of an offramp, but before he could say anything, Taz steered them up it and into the parking lot of what looked like either a rest area or a nature center. Keely couldn’t be sure what anything was now that hail had mixed with the deluge of water. He couldn’t even tell if they were parked properly, once Taz got them stopped and the engine turned off. Without the wipers they were left in a bubble of moisture and sound that acted like blackout curtains.
“We might be here awhile,” Taz remarked with a glance in the review, but even the bike in the back was obscured. The layers of translucent plastic encasing it would probably keep it dry, but that hail might leave a mark if it got any bigger. He could seethe biker’s jaw working like he was chewing nails and decided to offer the only thing he could to lighten the mood.
Humor.
“There are worse places to be stranded,” Keely attempted.
Taz shot him a look, but he didn’t look amused. “You can say that again.”
“Sounds like a story there.”
“Several of them.”
“We’ve got time,” Keely offered, hoping to coax him back into a good mood. “I doubt mother nature is going to stop pissing on us any time soon.”
He knew he’d succeeded when the corners of Taz’s lips lifted into a small grin. “You can say that again.”
This guy was everything!
Humor, snark, a love for the open road, hot as hell and not at all shy about his sexuality and desires. Keely was the whole package, right down to the wicked tongue he was curling around the lip of his water bottle, with a little grimace once he’d sipped the liquid inside.