Ryan’s POV

My cheeks burned from embarrassment. 

“Do you just moan now?” Ethan asked, I quickly coughed to cover it up. 

Ethan’s big hand stayed locked tight on my hip, his fingers pressing deep into the soft flesh through my sweatpants, holding me right there on his lap like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon. 

The car bounced over another rough spot in the road that sent his other palm sliding straight over my crotch, flattening out completely against the front of my pants where my cock already started to stir and push back against the pressure from his touch. 

I felt every bit of that warmth...