I cry out his name as I come, forcing my length down his throat until all he can do is swallow. I watch his Adam’s apple bob with the movement as he sucks every last drop from me before sliding his swollen mouth from my length and kissing the tip of my softening dick.
“You’re mine. You better remember that,” he warns, and I swear I fall in love all over again.
THIRTY-SEVEN
As I stare up at my family’s house, worry clenches my gut, and I glance at Mackie. He’s determined, standing with his shoulders back. He’s on a warpath, and I’m unable to say no to him about anything. He forced me to come here, even when I didn’t want to. I can already see Amanda’s and her parents’ cars, and I know this is going to be a shit show.
I don’t care about her or my family getting hurt, but the idea of my parents tearing into Mackie causes me to block his path. “Mackie, please let me handle this?—”
“Move.” He arches a brow, and I swallow and step aside.
“Baby, please, my family isn’t like yours. They can be cruel. They love me, but they care about business more than anything,” I protest as I hurry after him, but he ignores me and steps inside the house without an ounce of fear. He’s so goddamn strong and beautiful that it physically hurts to look at him. No one has ever fought for me before, but he does.
“Which way?” he asks, looking at me. I point, and he turns on his heel and follows my direction.
This is going to end badly, but if need be, I can walk away from myfamily. I can’t walk away from Mackie though. With heavy steps, I follow him into the dining room.
My father stands, his eyes hard as he frowns. “Who are you?” he asks as I step into the room behind Mackie, who walks toward the table with a vicious smirk on his face.
“I’m Mackie. I work at Starfire as a racer.” My father sits, sparing me a confused glance. “I’m also dating your son.”
“This is preposterous!” Amanda’s father snarls, and she stands, her mouth dropping open as she scrambles for her bag.
“Mr. Fletcher,” she calls, and every eye turns to me. “I’ve tried so hard to make this work, but you need to know the truth. I have something to tell you.” Amanda reaches for her phone, but Mackie scoffs, and every eye turns to him.
“To show them, more like. Here, let me save you the trouble.” Opening his phone, he slides it to my father and mother as they lean in to see. “I’m sure my photos are better than yours. That’s me and your son in his bed. The next one is our first date, then at work . . . Well, you get the message.”
All of Amanda’s smugness disappears under Mackie’s attitude, and she sinks back into her seat, speechless. She expected us to bend and give in, but she didn’t know him very well.
I want to bend him over this table right now. I would if I didn’t think it would give my parents heart attacks.
“I’m aware of the expectations that Noah is supposed to marry Amanda,” Mackie says as my parents look between the phone and us. “I want to make it clear that I will never let that happen. I have no intention of ever letting your son marry anyone other than me. Starfire and his future belong to him, as do I.” He looks at Amanda. “I suggest you learn your place.”
“He is my fiancé!” she protests like a child.
“No, he’s not.” He arches a brow as I step up to his back. “He’s my boyfriend. I can show you my bed, which he left only a few hours ago, if you’d like.” I have to hide my face in his neck to stifle my laughter. God, I love this boy.
“Noah, explain!” my father roars as he holds up his hand, silencing Amanda’s tirade. “Now, is this true? Is this man your partner?”
Mackie has been so brave, mature, and strong, so how could I be anything else? I stand at Mackie’s side and stare at my father, a man I’ve always respected. We differed on what we thought my life should look like, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. I do, however, love Mackie more. He’s my future, my everything. I wanted to keep him from this life and the pressure in it, but I will never hide him.
“Yes, Mackie is my boyfriend,” I answer sincerely. My mother covers her smile with her hand, and I wink at her. “I’ve wanted you to meet for a long time, but I didn’t want to scare him away until I locked it down and he couldn’t escape me. Amanda left us without much choice. I have told you many times before I would not marry her, and I meant it. I will not let her or you hurt him with this ridiculous notion.”
My father sinks heavily into his seat, staring at me in shock. “We planned your entire future?—”
“Yes, you did, without me. I never planned to follow your wishes. I have always created my own path. My love life is no different. I love Mackie, always have. I won’t let anyone hurt him.” I take his hand. “If you can’t accept our relationship, that’s fine. I can walk out of here right now and never return. I will build our life together without you. I want to be very clear—I will choose him every time. You’re my parents”—my tone softens—“and I know you want the best for me, but he is the best, and I won’t let you take him from me, so if the choice is you or him, it will always be him.”
“Noah . . .” My father frowns. “You knew our plans?—”
“Your plans, not mine,” I murmur. “I won’t apologize for being who I am, Father, or disappointing you. This is my life, not yours.”
“This is ridiculous!” Amanda’s father roars. “Noah has been promised to my daughter since he was a teenager!” His face turns redder and redder with each word. “She could have married anyone by now, but she waited patiently for your son!”
“I never asked her to,” I mutter, grinding my teeth.
“You!” he roars, looking ready to combust.
“I think you better leave,” my father murmurs, “while I consider everything.”
