“Stop making those noises, baby,” I warn as I grab his hand and press it against my cock. His eyes widen, and he yanks his hand back, his gaze swinging around before landing on Conan.
“I second him,” he says as he tips his drink back. “Do you know how hard it is to sit here and eat and pretend to be civilized while I’m as hard as a rock?”
“Stop it!” Mackie exclaims, covering his flaming cheeks.
“So fucking cute,” I grumble as I pull his hands away and kiss his cheek. “Have you always been this fucking cute?”
“Yes,” he mutters before throwing me a sassy look. “You were just too stubborn to notice.”
Grabbing my drink, I toss it back. “Eat your food,” I order.
Hesticks his tongue out at me then smiles gratefully as Conan offers him some of his chicken. He picks between our plates, and we let him grab all the best bits first before we even start eating. He continues to make those noises, and I know he’s doing it on purpose, that fucking brat. I scramble to focus on anything else before I toss him onto the table and taste that fucking burger on his body instead of his plate.
“So, what? Do we get a fucking calendar? I have Monday to Friday and you have the weekends?” I joke.
“A shared calendar might not be a bad idea,” Conan replies, ever the practical one. “That way we can put in when we are together and see if the other is busy. Obviously, we can tweak it if need be, like you’re having a bad day and want to spend time together. It’s going to take some getting used to?—”
“I was joking,” I grumble.
“It’s a good idea.” Conan shrugs. “I’ll download an app and invite you both.”
“Delightful,” I joke and nod my thanks as he shoves another drink at me. I’m starting to feel a little relaxed, which I guess is good, but I need to remember not to get too drunk.
It’s my job to look after Mackie.
THIRTY-TWO
They are completely fucking drunk.
I’ve never seen either of them this inebriated before. They were knocking back their drinks before I even returned to the table. It makes me nervous as they slur their words and reach for me, but when they start talking, all I can do is sit in shock.
“He’s just so cute, right?” Noah slurs, splashing his drink on his hand as he clinks it against Conan’s glass.
Conan nods, covering his mouth as he burps. His cheeks are so pink, they must hurt, and his eyes are completely glazed. “So cute,” Conan replies, “especially when he’s embarrassed.”
“Or angry,” Noah adds loudly, and I see patrons looking our way. I shrink into my seat, cover my eyes, then peek through my fingers, barely able to comprehend what I’m seeing. I was worried sick about this meeting. I expected punches to be thrown, but now they are both drunk and pointing out how cute I am.
“He looks so adorable when he’s shouting at me. I have to pretend to take him seriously. I just love him so much, and I have to pretend I don’t, that I’m angry with him,” Noah says. “But he’s just so adorable. I can’t even get jealous because look at him!”
Hegestures at me, knocking my drink aside, which I carefully clean up, glancing between them in stunned silence.
“I know,” Conan replies. “He was crying one day, and I comforted him, but the entire time, I was thinking how fucking pretty he looked. Whether he’s smiling, crying, or laughing, he’s just so cute.” He clutches his chest like it hurts. “I have to hold myself back. I just want to devour him whole.”
“You should see him at work. I have to be a good boss and not harass my staff, but he’s covered in oil and sweating and bent over cars,” Noah whispers. “It’s so fucking hot. I’ve thought about dragging him into my office or bending him over those cars so many times.”
“Noah!” I yell as my cheeks heat, a happy feeling washing over me. I never knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
He waves at me and leans into Conan, who laughs like they are sharing secrets. “I even walked in on him showering once. Fuck, I had to run to my office. I felt like such a perv.”
“You are a perv,” I mutter.
“He slept in my office, and I woke up and just watched him,” Conan whispers before hiccupping. “He was clinging to me like a kitten, and Jesus, it was the hardest few hours I’ve ever had in my life.”
Shoving to my feet, I point at them as they turn their heads to look at me.
“Okay, enough. Let’s get you both home,” I grumble, feeling embarrassed and happy. Pulling my wallet out, I throw some bills on the table and point at them. “Up, let’s go. I’ll take you both home.”
“I still have a drink,” Conan whines. “Can’t we stay? Daddy is asking nicely.”
