Tanner fidgeted in the passenger seat. “I don’t mean to be a pain in the ass, and I learned my lesson about taking off my seat belt in a moving car, but I swear to God, if you don’t pull over soon, I’m gonna die.” “From what?” “ACD. Acute Collin Deficiency.” I laughed, trying to keep my eyes on the road even though I wanted nothing more than to look at him. My fingers ached to touch him, but I forced myself to grip the steering wheel instead. “It’s not funny. I’m serious.” His voice was deep and lusty. Pull over, my cock weighed in urgently. Here. Over there. Anywhere. Pull the fuck over! “Hang on, I know a place.” “Thank God.” Tanner shifted in his seat, and it took every ounce of self-control I could muster not to reach over and see if he was as hard as I was. I slowed to make sure I didn’t miss the turnoff in the rainy darkness.
