“I don’t think I could . . . share.” His dad stumbles over the words and then winces.
“You’ll be surprised what you will do for the person you love,” Noah responds, his voice firm but soft. “It was difficult in the beginning, but how could I ever hate something that makes Mackie happy? Our lives are just a little different from others, that’s all. You don’t have to understand, Dad, but we are happy. I just ask that you don’t punish Mackie for it. He looks up to you and respects you.”
“Noah,” I mutter, my eyes widening in horror that he sensed that.
“It was my choice. Don’t take it out on him simply because you don’t understand,” he begs.
“No, it’s my fault.” I stand before them. “I couldn’t live without both of them. I won’t apologize for that. If you can’t understand, that’s your problem. Not ours. We are happy, and we aren’t hurting anyone.” I jut my chin out and meet his father’s eyes. “You’re just getting yourson back in your life. Would you really push him away again and lose him for this?”
“Calm down, Mackie. I have no intention of doing that.” He smiles. “Though, I still love how protective you are. Fine, it’s your life, and you are adults. As long as you are happy, then what can I say? Let’s work up to inviting Conan for family meals though.” Standing, he adds, “I think I’ll head home. I’m tired. Walk me out, Noah?”
Noah nods and looks at me. I urge him forward as I watch his dad, wondering if he hates me now. As long as he doesn’t punish Noah for it, I can live with it. I need to be prepared for people to judge.
At the door, he looks back, and I meet his eyes. “Mackie, I will see you for dinner tomorrow, yes?”
A breath of relief wooshes from me, and my smile is full of relief. “Yes, see you then.”
He nods, smiles, and nods again at Conan before disappearing. Noah looks back and winks, and then he follows his dad out, leaving us behind. I slump back into Conan, who catches me automatically.
“I think I had a heart attack,” I whine.
His hand slides up my chest then presses against my sternum as I tilt my head back and meet his eyes. “Seems fine to me,” he teases, “though I’m sure I could speed it up and check.” I elbow him, and he laughs and wraps me in his arms. “Well, that’s one person down and a million to go.”
I groan again, making him laugh harder.
The party winds down fairly early. I think everyone is tired, but I linger behind with Conan. I have a quick conversation with Noah, which makes me nervous as I explain what I want, but he simply smiles and kisses me goodnight before reminding me to lock up before I leave.
The fact that he trusts me implicitly in his garage only makes my heart fall even harder for him, and when everyone’s gone and the garage is dark, I take Conan’s hand and lead him to my car, which is idling outside.
“You wanted a private race, right?” Opening the passenger door for him, I gesture for him to get in. When he does, I fasten his belt, ignoring how close we are until my eyes drift to his. His hand covers mine on the belt, and I lean in and steal a kiss, shocking him. “You better hold on. I drive fast.” I shut the door and hurry around to the driver’s seat.
Sliding in, I latch my belt and slowly pull onto the track. Once I reach the start line, I glance at Conan. I expected him to be nervous, but he actually looks excited.
“Hold on.” I wink before I rev the engine and shoot over the line like the lights turned green. His smile widens as he lets out a whoop. He reaches up for the handle as I take the first corner without looking away from him. Maybe I’m showing off a little. His laughter grows, and I finally look at the road, smoothing my hand over the wheel with automatic movements. I go fast for the first lap, and when I hit the second, I speed up. He slams back into his seat with a gasp as I fly around the first two bends.
When I change gears, I glance at him to see his dark orbs locked on me, and something in his gaze has me missing my next shift. I pull my eyes away and back onto the road as he chuckles. A deep groaning sound reaches me over the roar of the engine.
“No wonder they don’t film inside the car while you’re racing. You look far too good doing it. Noah would have to kill them.” His breath hits my ear, sending a shiver through me as he presses as close as he can. “The way you handle this beast is so fucking sexy, baby boy.”
“Trying to drive here,” I mutter as I elbow him back and cut the next corner short. Luckily, I know this track like the back of my hand, so I quickly recover and race down the straight while his hand lands on my thigh as I press the pedal down. It slides upwards, and my breathing picks up. My erratic heartbeat triples as desire grows, tightening my pants. I try to forget it, to push it aside, but his hand slides higher and cups my cock through my pants.
“I’m not stopping you,” he flirts. He definitely knows what he’s doing, especially when his hand starts to rub my dick through thefabric while his mouth slides down my throat. Pleasure ricochets through me, and my hands fumble on the wheel.
Swearing, I spare him a narrow-eyed look. “Conan, it’s dangerous!” I snap.
“I trust you,” he says before biting my ear. “You wouldn’t endanger me. Plus, I can’t seem to help myself. You look so good behind this wheel. Focus on the track, baby boy. Show me how you won today and I’ll give you your reward.”
My hands tighten on the wheel as I try to stay focused, taking the next bend wide as his hand tightens on me. He kisses and nips my neck until my head hits the headrest. My eyes want to slide closed, but I keep them open and locked on the track. Pleasure spirals through me, my desire so strong I choke on it. I barely see the next two turns, focused on the line. I race faster than I ever have, and as soon as I cross the line, I jerk the wheel and slam on the brakes. Smoke wafts around us as the car screams to a halt, and Conan is thrown back into his seat.
My eyes land on him, then I throw myself at him, straddling him in the passenger seat. He yanks me closer while I rip off his belt, then I tug on his shirt, my lips finding his in desperation. My hands shake as I try to get it open until I finally give up and rip it. The loose linen shirt tears open, then my hands are on his built chest. I fumble with his zipper, free him, then wrap my hand around his length as he tangles his tongue with mine.
I work him until he pushes me back then reaches for my pants, shoving them down so my ass and dick are free. He grips my cheeks before he leans down and wraps his lips around the tip of my cock. He can’t reach much, but he sucks, tasting my precum as my eyes slide shut. I thrust into his mouth, moaning as his wet heat envelops me. I grip the seat with one hand, the other hitting the window as my eyes close.
“Conan, please,” I beg, opening my eyes to see him pop off my cock.
“Please what, baby boy?” he asks, arching an eyebrow, but there’s wildness swirling in his gaze, and his cock leaks for me.
“Fuck me,” I demand.
