Boyd dropped back down on the seat as Oliver got out of the car and watched with amusement when Oliver did push his back against the window, exactly as Boyd had told him to. Boyd had no doubt that Oliver didn’t let go of the handle either. By the time Oliver climbed back into the car, he was shivering like a puppy that had been left outside for too long.
Boyd shook his head and threw an arm over his eyes to block out the view. If the damned kid really didn’t want to get cajoled into bending over and getting his ass f****d, it would be damn nice if the damned kid would stop looking so goddamn cute. “Lock the door,” Boyd huffed. Then he gritted his teeth and told himself to sleep.
