Vin said. Riley, who was driving and should have had both hands on the wheel, made a face that went from protest to hopeful. “Undressing me? Promises, promises.” Vin could have taken that as a jab, but he knew Riley didn’t mean it as one. They’d had plenty of great sex since their disastrous attempt at having Vin bottom, with the firm understanding they wouldn’t try it again until Vin was ready. Vin couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong with him, though. Not that he could see a doctor about it. Hey, Doc, I think there’s something wrong with my ass—my boyfriend can’t fuck me. Yeah, no way was that happening. “After brunch,” he promised. Riley took a hand off the wheel to pat his thigh, which was an improvement over fixing his perfect tie. “Don’t be nervous—they’re gonna love you.” “So you keep telling me.” Riley sighed and glanced at him. “Tell me again.” “Turn right up here at the stop sign,” Vin said first. “My parents will love you, I promise.
