“I’ll…uh…suck you.”
“Now?”
“No! After we’ve been where we’re going.”
“Rah-rah, uh—”
“I’ll use my fingers, too!”
Elliot clenched his ass at the thought of Mick’s long fingers nudging his prostate. “Promise?”
Mick nodded and took the bridge leading out of the city.
“And your mom says you’re not romantic!” Elliot waggled his eyebrows.
Mick snorted. “I’m pretty sure she didn’t mean my fingers up your…rosebud.”
Elliot giggled as he tried to imagine Mick’s prim and proper mother giving her son advice on the best way to woo Elliot back by fingering him until he screamed the walls down. It was impossible.
“I’ve decided what to do with the money,” Elliot said after they’d been riding in silence for a few minutes.
“Yeah? What are you planning?” Mick didn’t sound at all surprised, like he’d expected Elliot to come up with something, as if he’d had faith all along.