The words fall into the space between us, and then he’s on me, yanking me close and lifting me as I get to my knees. Spitting into his palm, he slides it down his cock before he lines up with my ass and slowly slides me down. I take him raw. We don’t have lube, but we are both determined. He kisses and touches me until I grind down, taking all of him. His cock spears me so deep, I ache and need to move, but he holds me in place until neither of us can take it anymore. I break free and lift, working my way back down him.
“Fuck, baby boy, look at you,” he says, leaning back in his seat as he lifts his hips to help me, burying himself inside me as pleasure slides through me. “That’s it, take your daddy’s dick. I’ve needed you all day, and watching you drive . . . Shit, I’ve never been so hard for my baby boy, never needed to fill you with my cum so badly that every time you race, you’ll think of me—the smell of smoke and gasoline and the taste of me on your lips.”
Oh god.
My head falls forward as I roll my hips, working as much as I can in the cramped space. My back is wedged between the dash and Conan’s body. There isn’t much room, but neither of us care as we clash. Everything else fades, our breath warm and loud as the car rocks from our movements.
This is more than just bodies meeting in my passenger seat—this is need, love, and desperation to never be parted.
I lean back, and his eyes narrow on me. Conan offers the bottom of my shirt to me. “Bite down, baby boy, and let your daddy see you work those hips.”
Groaning, I bite down on my shirt as his eyes lock on my hips as I bottom out on him. I move faster, chasing the release building within me, one that will break me apart. I want it so badly, want to feel him follow me then fill me up right here.
“Fuck,” Conan rasps, his head hitting the seat as he grips my hips. “That’s it, baby, fuck, ride me just like that. You look so fucking good from this angle.”
Releasing my shirt, I swallow to wet my throat as I watch him.
“Daddy, please,” I whine, and I feel his cock jerk inside me. “Daddy . . .” I drag out the word as he snarls, then he fucks me hard and fast, driving up into me until I hit the dash, but the bruises I’ll have will be worth it as my eyes cross. Ecstasy races through my veins as he tilts his hips until he hits my prostate.
“Come for Daddy,” he demands tightly, and it sends me over the edge as he thrusts so deep, I know I’ll never be free of him. I cry out his name as I fall into it, spraying across my chest, and then he groans my name, his voice possessive and filled with love as he fills me with his cum.
My eyes won’t open as I sway into him, spent and satisfied as we both pant, breathing through the aftershocks.
Curling into his chest, I laugh, and soon, his laughter fills the cab with mine. “I can’t say that’s how I usually finish races.”
“No? I think it would make you more determined,” he teases, kissing my head.
“Definitely, I’d never lose,” I murmur as I close my eyes. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I hear his confusion, his hand stopping on my back for a moment before continuing to stroke it.
“For coming, apologizing, and not letting me overthink.” Lifting my head, I meet his gaze. “We are going to make mistakes, but it’s how we solve them that’s important to me, and you showing up matters.”
“I’ll never miss a race again,” he promises as he cups my jaw and kisses me softly. “It’s a promise. Now, let me take you home, and I’ll prove again how sorry I am.”
“Sounds like a deal to me,” I whisper, another shiver of lust pouring through me despite how hard we just went at it, and I feel him hardening inside me.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him or Noah, which is good since I seem to be stuck with them.
FORTY-SEVEN
Mackie is so happy, it’s comforting. My sunshine is back, and the entire garage can feel it. The mood has shifted and improved so much, it’s contagious. Our relationship is the worst kept secret here. Everybody knows, even if they pretend they don’t for our sake—all but Sky and Alek, who tease me relentlessly. I don’t care, though. I have my boy, and that’s all that matters.
The numbers in front of me blur, and I lean back in my chair, wondering if I can sneak Mackie away for a nap somewhere so I can hold him. Probably not. The film crew is here today, documenting our lives and daily routines, and Clarke has taken a real shine to Mackie, much to my chagrin. His jealousy has completely disappeared, and he seems smitten with her as well. I know I’m being grumpy about that, but I don’t like him smiling at anyone other than me.
My phone rings, and I answer it without looking. “What?” I bark, speaking crueler than I mean to since jealousy fills my mind.
“Everything okay, son?” my dad asks, and I sit up taller. I’m still not used to him trying, but I like it.
“Shit, yeah, sorry. I was just lost in my own thoughts. You okay? You don’t usually call me during the day. Is Mom alright?” I jump to my feet, and his chuckle fills the phone.
“We are both okay. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I guess I should warn you next time since your first thought is concern.” Rolling my eyes, I sit down. “I wanted to ask, well, invite you really.” He trails off and sounds nervous, which is odd. My father is never nervous.
“Dad?” I prompt when he doesn’t speak.
“Sorry, well, you see, it’s our company’s annual celebration and award ceremony, but we’ve also been in business fifty years, so we are holding a big ball this year to celebrate. I was hoping, wondering, more accurately, if you would come.” He goes quiet for a moment, and before I can answer, he rushes on. “You don’t have to do anything, no speeches or responsibilities. I know you don’t like these types of events, but it would mean a lot to me if you came.”
I haven’t been to one since I was nineteen. He never mentioned them again after that, so I just assumed he didn’t care if I went or not, but from the nervous tightness in his voice, I think he does. Maybe he always did. “I thought you weren’t bothered if I didn’t attend,” I admit.
