RICHIE'S POV
I just stared at him. His hair is messy, his chest is going up and down at a rapid pace, his neck is sweaty, and his prostate is abused.
"You look like an angel." I whsiper.
"I don't think any angels will approve of me getting dicked down in the back of a limo." Eddie points out.
I chuckle, "Who knows, maybe there are some freaky angels out there."
"Doubt it." Eddie finds our clothes and hands mine to me.
I open my mouth to say something, but Eddie cuts me off, "I know what you're about to say, and no, I'm not going to drive around naked."
It's like he took the words right out of my mouth. God, he knows me so well even after not being together for God knows how long.
"Where too next?" Eddie asks he climbs into the drivers seat and I climb into the passengers seat.
"Hm... My place?" I ask.
Eddie nods and starts the engine.
AN
-GROOVYLADY
