“Such a fucking brat, baby,” I growl as I smack his ass again, watching it jiggle for me. Moaning around Conan’s length, he pushes back to take me deeper, and I can’t stop myself from hammering into him. I smack his pretty ass until it has to hurt, but it only seems to make him more desperate for my dick as I watch my length get swallowed by his puckered hole.
“Fucking brat,” Conan agrees, hissing as his hand slides from Mackie’s hair to his neck. “That’s it, baby boy, swallow all of me. You know you can. You love sucking dick, don’t you? Our perfect little slut.”
He clenches down on me, so I smack him again, making him cry out around Conan, whose lips twist. My muscles bulge as I give myself over to the desire I’ve harbored for years, uncaring if he enjoys it.
Conan’s hand is on his throat, controlling his movements, while myown hands are on Mackie’s hips as we move like wild animals, carnal and filthy.
The side table knocks over when Mackie flings out his arm, and then the coffee table topples when I accidentally kick it, but none of us care as we tumble to the floor. It dislodges me, even as Mackie scrambles onto his back and reaches for us. I fall on him like a starving man, finding my way back inside him as I lift and pin his legs.
His cock is swollen and dripping on his abs as Conan tilts his head back and forces his length back into his throat. Mackie’s eyes water and drool drips down his chin. It’s messy and so fucking hot.
“Baby,” I snarl as I grip one of his red ass cheeks and dig in my fingers. He whines for me, sucking Conan’s cock harder.
I stare at his glistening need, and I have to taste it. Bending over, I lick his abs as I drive into him, his feet pressed against my chest as Conan keeps his head tilted back.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last. My baby boy is so good,” Conan says, his voice gruff and tight.
“You have to come first, baby,” I hiss as I tilt his hips until I hit that spot that has him clawing at the floor, his eyes rolling back. “That’s it, come for us. Let us see.”
It sends him over the edge. Mackie cries out around Conan’s length, his cock throbbing and squirting across his chest as we continue to fuck him. Reaching down, I slide my hand through the mess and lap it up. “That’s it, baby. You taste so good.” Smearing more, I offer it to Conan, who leans in and tastes him.
“Fuck, he does.” His hips stutter, so I know he’s close, and then with a cry, Conan fills his mouth, keeping his head pinned against him as Mackie drinks him down. When he’s done, he falls back and stares at us, panting. When Mackie looks at me, I finally let go, thrusting as deep as I can in his ass and spending my release inside him.
I sprawl across him before pulling from his clinging body, not wanting to hurt him. Mackie curls up on his side as Conan crawls closer, bracketing his other side. Our limbs and bodies are entwined and sweaty, and we are so fucking spent.
“Well, shit, I’m not thinking anymore,” Mackie remarks, his voice hoarse. “I love you both.”
My heart sings at that. “I love you too, always have, Mackie.”
“I love you with everything in me,” Conan adds.
Sprawled on my rug, the table overturned, I can’t help but smile. My house isn’t going to be so cold or empty anymore. Even the thought of Conan here doesn’t bother me. I actually like it. It will be warm and filled with laughter and love, something I’ve never really had.
They are making my house a home, and I’m ready for it.
Mackie changed my entire life. I was a fool for fighting it for so long.
SIXTY
Today is the day. By the time this race is through, a champion will be announced, and all our years of hard work will either have paid off or been for nothing. I know we can try again and this isn’t the end of the world, but I want it.
I want to win. I want to show the world what we are made of, but I also want to prove to myself that I can do this. My nerves are through the roof, but as I look at the stands from the paddock, I can’t help but smile. Our entire fan base is there, screaming and holding signs.
Conan, Alek, Evan, my grandma, Noah’s dad, Lally, Alice, and Bones are all in a row. Our support system is insane, and I don’t want to let them down, but I know even if we don’t win, they won’t care, and that makes me feel a little better.
A hand slides down my back and I startle. “You ready for this?” Noah murmurs, everything else fading for a moment as I peer up at him.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” I don’t sound confident.
“Mackie, you’ve got this. You’re a natural driver, so don’t overthink it. Just follow your instincts,” he encourages softly just as Skylar appears, grinning and excited, but I know he’s just as nervous. He’s just better at hiding it. He cares a lot. He admitted it’s different thanstreet racing, where he never really cared other than money, but this? It’s his dream, and he wants it as badly as I do.
“It’s time. Let’s do this, brother,” Skylar calls, and I spare Noah another look.
“You’ve got this, baby. I’ll be right here.” When I turn away, he grabs me and yanks me back, kissing me swiftly. “No matter what, I’m so fucking proud of you. Title or no title, you’re still a winner to me, but bring that trophy home to us.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply as I pull away, smiling as I jog to catch up to Skylar.
He grins when I reach his side, and I wave over at our group, blowing Conan a kiss before I focus as we step onto the track and head toward our cars.
