I drop the keys as I open the door. When I
bend down to retrieve them, Ritchie leans around me to unlock the
back door, and I feel that hard dick of his press into my side. He
actually gasps as he rubs against me, damn but that sound’s going
to haunt my dreams from now on. Then he has the back door open and
slides across the seat to lean against the far door, leg propped up
on the seat as he waits for me to follow.
Tossing the keys into the front seat, I lock
and slam the door shut, then climb into the back. Lock the door,
pull it closed behind me. The sudden silence that envelops us is
almost uncomfortable. I stare at him from across the wide expanse
of the back of the car—I never realized it was so roomy in here—I
can just see his eyes glisten in the darkness. An arm stretches
across the back of the seat, fingers reaching for mine. His touch
is tentative, so unlike the Ritchie I’ve learned to love over these