Page 41 of Never Forget

Naz gives me an odd look.

“What? I don’t think anyone else in the world puts that much thought into their car purchases. Most people look at horsepower and gas mileage, maybe the prestige of a luxury brand. You drive a Volvo.”

“I looked at those other things too. I just really hate Elon Musk.”

That gets another laugh out of me.

“Are you hungry?” I ask, noticing we’re about to pass the last exit that has any decent food or stores outside the city.

It’s been a few hours since lunch, and I’m not sure how much he actually ate. I had some of my favorite barbecue in the Raleigh area delivered after checking it was okay with the nurse in charge of Mr. Lester’s care. And, despite being eyed by Mrs. Lester for most of the morning, I overheard the tiniest bit of praise about choosing a locally owned restaurant rather than a chain. And Mr. Lester, despite the nurse mentioning a poor appetite, ate more than half of his pulled pork and baked potato.

I tried to discreetly pass Naz a granola bar from the vending machine as he was leaving the room to meet with the care coordinator about details for Mr. Lester’s needs, but then his grandmother came out right behind him, and the looks she’d been giving me all morning made me low-key afraid to interact with him at all, so I just straightened my posture like one of those guards at Buckingham Palace and averted my eyes.

“Nah, I’m still good from earlier. Thanks again.”

“Any time.”

He smiles at me, and something about the softness of it shocks me. I can’t look away.

Until Naz shakes himself out of the moment and then points at the road in front of us. “Wanna pay attention to the road, maybe?”

Not wanting him to overthink the moment we just shared, I flash him a smirk and hit the gas.

“How fast can this thing go?”

“Fast enough to get us arrested.”

“But you can afford to bail me out, right?”

He scoffs. “How about you find out? Then you can sleep in your own little bunk and make new friends in a nice cell for the night.”

We banter back and forth like that the rest of the way home, not talking about anything important, leaving the seriousness of the last few days behind us. And while I don’t quite reach top speed, I’m lucky enough that we don’t get slowed down by any traffic or pulled over, because by the time we make it back to the trailer, I’m raring to go. Snarky Naz always gets me all kinds of hot and bothered. It’s like he’s just asking to be put on his knees.

We don’t even make it through the front door before I smack him on the ass so hard the sound carries.

“Alright, pet, go get yourself cleaned out and prepped. I expect you face down and ass up on your bed in the next twenty minutes.”

Naz stumbles a little, then pauses, taking a moment to process what I’ve just said. I can’t see his face, so I only have his body language to go by to know if I’m on the right track or not. He knows he can say no at any time, that’s part of the understanding between us, but based on the goosebumps that break out over the back of his neck, I’d say I have him intrigued.

Stepping forward into his space so my chest is against his back, I bend down to run my tongue over the raised flesh, then bite down just hard enough to make him suck in a breath.

“Did you hear me, pet?” I ask, my tone low, breath fanning over the slight mark I left on the back of his neck.

I feel the shiver that runs through him before he nods almost imperceptibly.

“Green,” he rasps, voice barely more than a whisper.

Giving him another little love tap of encouragement, I send him off to his room. As soon as I hear the water running in the shower, I strip. The kitchen sink isn’t the ideal place to wash your junk and pits, but it works fine in a pinch. I wash up as best I can, brush my teeth, then go on a hunt for my bottle of lube that apparently rolled under the couch last night.

It’s impossible not to give myself a few long, slow strokes while I listen to Naz move around the room. I’m patient, but I’ve been thinking about what I have planned for him all fucking day.

The second I hear the slight creak of the bedframe, I’m ready to bust into that room and get down to business, but I hold steady, knowing that making him wait is just going to amp up his libido and make this even better for him.

I wait as long as I can, clenching my hands together behind my back to keep from jerking off and coming before I’m even in there. The anticipation really does it for me, though, and the moment I notice a drop of precum fall from the tip of my dick and land on the floor, it’s go time.

The moment the door opens, I have to hold back a groan.

“Damn pet, that’s a pretty sight.”