Mackie’s phone rings. Without looking away from me, a smile curving his pouty fucking lips, he answers. “Hello?” His voice is laced with amusement, but he stiffens and quickly sits up. “Oh, uh, hi.” He shoots me a nervous look I don’t like, and I yank the phone away and put it on speaker as he gulps.
There are no secrets between us. I’m too possessive, but I don’t care. I already share him with Conan, so I’m not sharing him with anyone else.
“I just wanted to give you a heads-up. I don’t do drama, nor do I want to be part of it. I am simply here to race and be the best we can at Blizzard. I know you have no intention of leaving Starfire, which is fine, and I respect that. Noah is a great manager.” Marina’s voice—Blizzard’s new manager—makes me blink. Huh, I guess I won’t murder her, then, for calling my boy, since I know who it is. “A woman approached me about trying to pay you to work for Blizzard and leave Starfire and Noah.”
“Let me guess, her name was Amanda?” Mackie grumbles.
“That’s her, so I guess you know her. Okay, I’ve done my good deed for the day. If the bitch comes around again, I’m going to kick her out on her designer high heels. She annoys me.”
“Thank you for the warning. I’m sorry she got you involved,” he says nicely. “And once again, thank you for considering me for Blizzard. I have no doubt you will be great competitors this year.”
“Oh, we will. We might even steal your trophies,” she teases nicely, and Mackie smiles. “See you on race day, Mackie.”
“You too.” He hangs up.
“When did you two get chummy?” I mutter angrily. I know she made him an offer, because she came to me first and that’s the only reason I tolerated her. She’s driven, talented, and knows what she’s doing, but she also respects me and the other managers. She will go far.
“Not chummy, per se, but I like her.” My eyes narrow, and he rolls his. “Respect her. Fuck, Noah, tone down the possessiveness. I’m not leaving you, especially for a vagina.”
“Never,” I correct. “Amanda is a problem. I’ll deal with her.”
“Don’t. Let her throw her tantrums. I can think of better things we can do.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I sit up, as does Noah Jr. Mackie’s hands slide down my chest as he stands, and my heart pounds. “Like getting out there to practice,” he teases, and then he runs out of the door.
My bellow of annoyance follows him.
“Stop fussing,” Mackie grumbles and steps in front of me, straightening my tie for the tenth time. When his hands slide away, I mess it up again, and his eyes narrow on me as he straightens it so tight, it almost chokes me. His hands stay on me though, pressing against my tux jacket. It’s all black, like the tie, but my hair is slicked back and my shoes are shined. I even have on my family watch and ring. I look like the heir of this multimillion-dollar company, and Mackie seems to like what he sees.
Not as much as I do though.
His matching black suit jacket tucks in at his waist, showing a tiny expanse of chest, since he has no shirt on under it. His pants are pressed and black, just like mine, and lead to some heeled boots that almost put him at my height. He looks incredible, but it’s his fucking waist and ass I can’t stop touching. He looks good enough to eat, and I plan to. My hand slips around his back, grips his waist, and yanks him closer so he falls into me with a grunt.
“Noah,” he warns, “remember the rules.”
“No, baby, they were your rules. I have no plans to follow them, especially with you looking this good,” I murmur as I lower my head and brush my lips over his ear. “I’m going to feel you up all night so they know you belong to me, because they are going to want to touch and they can’t. I’ll kill anyone who tries.”
“Noah,” he says, pushing me back, but the look he gives me only makes me harder. When I saw him dressed earlier, I texted my contacts and ordered thousands of dollars’ worth of similar outfits, just so I can see him in them every day. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he’s dirty and in my clothes, but there’s something about seeing him dressed like this that drives me crazy.
Shaking his head, he moves to my side, but I tug him closer, earning another warning look that only makes me grin. He’s so cute when he’s angry. I want to kiss the shit out of him. He slaps my hands away as the door opens to the elevator, admitting more party guests. I nod and step back so we are behind them, finding the top level already pressed. My father rented the entire hotel, but the top floor is the main part with its rooftop and ballroom.
The door shuts, and we start to rise again. My hand slides up Mackie’s thigh to grip his ass. His gaze burns into me as he tries to smack me away, but I keep facing forward as he grumbles. A couple looks over their shoulder and I smile. They return the gesture and turn forward as I grip his cheek and pull him closer, unable to help myself. They chatter in front of me, but I ignore them as I slide my hand across his cock, and his eyes slant at me as I lean in and lower my head. “I’m going to need you in the bathroom, or a spare room—hell, a fucking cleaning closet—as soon as we get up there.”
“Not a chance.” He pulls away, annoyed as the couple turns again. “Your dress is lovely,” he says, embarrassed as they look between us.
“Um, thank you.” She turns forward, her back ramrod straight, and they are silent, sensing we are doing something back here. I cough to cover my laugh as Mackie glares at me and steps away, as if he doesn’t trust me not to do it again.
Clever boy.
The door finally opens, and the others rush out. Mackie tries to follow them, but I grab his hand and tug him with me. I know what we said, but I can’t resist. I want them all to know he’s mine. He fights me, yanking away, but I hold it tighter, and he finally gives in. I already feel the eyes on us and hear whispers, but I ignore it as I turn to the left and toward the ballroom. The huge screens full of my dad’s face andcompany information lead the way, as well as the steady stream of party guests.
“Isn’t that his son?”
“Who is that with him?”
“I thought they were estranged.”
“I thought he was engaged to Amanda.”
“Noah, let go,” Mackie whispers.
