Chapter Thirty-Six
Cole
Iwatched Reed eat a quarter of the omelet I made, a piece of toast, and a cup of black coffee, then I dragged him upstairs and edged him in the shower until he sobbed and begged me to let him come.
Reed had never looked more beautiful than with the water streaming down his face and shoulders, his eyes dark with lust and his hands fisted at his sides.
I told him he couldn’t touch me or himself as I washed his smooth skin with body wash, taking extra special care of his swollen cock.
Reed’s balls and taint were probably cleaner than they had been in a long time.
But it was the tears in his eyes when he whispered “please” in my ear that pushed me over the edge.
He looked wrecked, absolutely destroyed, and I couldn’t stand to see him look that way anymore.
Reed came the second I wrapped my mouth around him. His loud scream echoed through the bathroom as his legs trembled beneath him. He happily accepted the cum I fed him, his tongue licking and sucking at my mouth to make sure he got it all.
“Jesus Christ, Casanova,” Reed gasped. He leaned his head back against the tile and closed his eyes. A smile spread across his face. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
When he started to drop to his knees, I stopped him. “That was for you, baby.” I kissed him lightly, his lips warm and soft against mine.
“I love you,” Reed whispered.
I slanted our lips together again, slipped an arm around his slim waist, and pulled him flush against me. “I love you, too.”
We stood there for a little longer. As the sound of the water and our breaths filled the room.
I knew we had to think about leaving for the track, but I just wanted this moment to last a few moments longer.
Just the two of us wrapped up in one another.
I would have to leave for Seattle soon and leave all of this behind.
“We should probably think about going soon. I don’t want to be late for the race. This is a big day for Silas.” Reed’s lips brushed my ear. “But this feels nice.”
I hummed in agreement. “I could stay like this forever.” I squeezed him just a little together, and he giggled softly.
“But...” Reed untangled himself from my grip. “I need to be there for my brother.” He twisted off the water and smiled at me. His green eyes glittered with happiness. “You’re sure about this?”
I nodded. “Yeah, baby, I am. I want the world to know who I belong to.” I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and handed it to him before I wrapped my own around my waist.
“Does that mean I get to plaster pictures of us on my socials?”
“As long as I get to do that same thing.”
He launched himself at me, his mouth against mine and his hands in my hair. “Really?”
“Yeah, baby, really.” I felt his lips turn up into a smile against mine. “I’m yours and you’re mine. And everyone is going to know.”
Reed squealed with happiness. He sprinted into the bedroom, and I watched from the doorway as he dug through the small bag he had. Shirts, tops and—wait, was that a pair of lace underwear?—flew through the air. He spun around to hold up a shirt that had his brother’s name plastered on it.
“I’m wearing this!” he announced, then grabbed a pair of baggy jeans. “And these.”
“What about these?” I reached down to pick up the underwear. Yep, they were frilly, black, and all lace.
Reed grabbed them from my hand. “Those are for later.”
“Mm, but it would be so hot to know you’re wearing them underneath your pants. Only I will know, and I can think about how I’ll remove them from your hot-as-fuck body when we get home.” Reed’s pupils dilated, and I smirked.
He twisted his lips to the right. “You’re right.” He dropped the towel and shimmied into them. They fit his body like a glove, and his dick looked perfect hidden behind the fabric.
“Will you pull them off with your teeth?”
“Anything you want, baby,” I whispered.
I HAD NEVER BEEN TO an official NASCAR race before, despite both of my fathers being friends with some of the drivers.
Or the fact that Killian was part owner of Brooks Racing, the team Silas was going to be racing for today.
The place was packed to capacity when we finally stepped into the garage area.
It was wall-to-wall drivers, crew members, and fans as they got ready for the longest race of the season.
I spotted Silas just as he saw us. Reed rushed across the garage to engulf his brother in a hug, and they jumped up and down in excitement.
Several people turned to look at them but didn’t seem too fazed.
It was hard not to get wrapped up in all of this.
This could be Silas’s big break. And I understood that completely.
“You remember Cole, right?” Reed grabbed my hand once I was close enough.
Silas grinned. “Of course.” He stuck out his hand, and when I took it, he pulled me into a side hug. “Good to see you, bro.” He was taller than I remembered. He was about my height of six-two but bulkier in the shoulders and body.
“You, too.” I squeezed Reed’s fingers. “This is pretty cool.”
I glanced around the garage only to see Ezra glaring at me. He stood next to Carson, while their son, Jack, spoke animatedly with Archer, Kill and Matthais’s son. It was still a surprise that Ezra was a father. No one saw that coming.
“Fuck,” I muttered as Ezra started toward us.
He looked pissed. Although I wasn’t sure what I had to be worried about. I hadn’t done anything that I could remember.
Ezra yanked Reed into his arms. “I’m so happy you’re here, boo.” His dark eyes narrowed as he watched me. What. The. Fuck. “The other WAGs are here. You have to come say hello. We’re going to take a picture together.”
“You want me in your picture?” Reed glanced over at me with a shy smile. “Are you sure?”
Ezra rolled his eyes. “Duh, I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.
Come with me.” He wiggled his orange nails at me.
The color matched the fire suit his husband was wearing.
“I’m going to steal your boyfriend for a second.
I promise to bring him right back.” And then I was left with Silas, who smirked at me.
“What are your intentions with my brother?” He folded his arms over his broad chest. I wanted to laugh, but he looked serious.
“Is this like a forever-thing or just a fun reminiscing thing for you while Reed is here? Because if that’s the case, you can break it off with him now.
He loves you. I’ve never seen him act this way about anyone else. ”
I blinked in confusion. “What? No. I love Reed. I’ve loved him for a long time, and now that I have him back again, I’m going to keep him. As long as he wants me.”
“Good.” Silas grinned, and it was like looking at a carbon copy of Reed. The blond hair, the dark eyes, and that wicked smile. “Because I would hate to sic Hazel on you.” He jutted his chin at my shoulder.
I spun around to find the eldest Kelly sibling standing there.
Shit. I knew Reed was close to his older sister.
Very close. So, was I about to get another interrogation, or was one enough for the day?
The answer was simply when she opened her arms and wiggled her hands at me.
When I stepped into her hug, Hazel gave me a quick squeeze, then stepped back.
“I get it.” She giggled. “What my brother has been pining over for the past few years. You’re hot.”
My cheeks burned. “Um, thank you?” What else was I supposed to say?
“Hazy! You can’t just flirt with him!” Reed exclaimed as he walked back into the conversation. “That’s my man.” He linked his arm through mine.
Hazel shook her head. “I’m not flirting. You know he’s not my type.” She winked at me.
“Speaking of...where is this mystery girl? When does the fam get to meet her?” Reed pulled me closer just as I caught a camera go off.
Shit. Someone recognized me. Not that I cared about myself, but I didn’t want Reed to get dragged into this.
Hazel shrugged. “She’s busy, but maybe Thanksgiving. Or Christmas.” Another flash of light in the dim garage. “Think you’ve been spotted, superstar.” She jutted her chin at me.
“It’s fine,” I assured them.
But when a couple of people came over to ask me if I was, in fact, Cole Whitaker, sweat broke out on my skin.
I wasn’t worried about them finding out I was bisexual.
I just didn’t want them to start digging into Reed and his family.
It was none of their business. The man I loved was off-limits, and I would tell the first person who asked me.
Reed leaned into me. “You want to go sit down? It’ll be more private.” His voice was low enough that only I could hear him.
“Okay, that’s enough from the paps.” Ezra waved his hands in the air.
“Go touch grass or something and leave these kids alone.” He stomped his foot.
“I mean it. Don’t make me get Killian, because you know you won’t survive.
” He raised his chin triumphantly when the people and cameras moved away.
“That’s going to be all over TikTok in like five minutes.
Come with me, kids. Si, boo, you and Hazy good? ”
Silas grinned. “Never better.”
Reed and I followed Ezra out of the garage, through more crowds of people, where I heard my name mentioned more than once, and then up a set of stairs. He opened the door to a private suite and motioned us inside.
“I know Silas has one, but this is our CC’s. You can stay here as long as you like. I’m sure the rest of the WAGs will make their way here soon.”
“Thank you,” Reed told him. “Really, you don’t have to do this.”
Ezra sighed. “I get it. When Carson and I got together, it wasn’t this big, huge deal, but sometimes it was.
Some of the tracks weren’t so friendly, and some of the fans.
..yeah, it wasn’t nice. I’ve learned to ignore them.
And now that my man is a Daytona 500 winner, along with a NASCAR champion, they can all fuck right off.
I needed a safe place for my kid that wasn’t on the track where he could hear the negative comments.
Now, enjoy yourselves. I’m going to go back to CC.
Come down when you’re ready. Or not. But I figure you want to be there at the start of the race. ”
I turned to Reed when Ezra was gone. “We can go out there any time you want. I know you want to be there for Silas.”
“I do.” He stepped toward me. “But I also want to make out with my boyfriend right now.”
That sounded like the perfect idea.