Chapter 41
FORTY-ONE
“Mackie, Mackie,” I repeat until I tug him to a stop. “I’m sorry—”
My eyes widen as he backs me up. “You’re going to fuck me right here, understood?”
“Mackie—”
“Now,” he orders, and I don’t argue twice. I shove my pants down then turn him and bend him over my desk. If he wants me to claim him, then I will.
I have never felt as much fear as I did when he walked in and I saw his expression drop for a moment.
The idea that I would ever do something like that to him destroys me, not to mention the fact that I had to lie today about him not being mine, and then he was just gone.
Well, I’m in a bad fucking mood, and I’m going to take it out on him, but he doesn’t care.
My lips slide up his spine as he shivers. I make quick work of his pants, and he presses his perfect ass back against my hard cock, begging for more. “You want this, baby? Want me inside you right here where she was?”
“Shut up and fuck me or else,” he hisses.
“Or else what, baby?” I murmur as I kick his legs open and slide my hand down his ass, gripping his cock until he whines. “Or what?” I demand as I stroke him until he’s panting.
“Or . . . Or I’ll never fuck you again,” he rasps.
“Liar,” I murmur, biting his neck as I release his cock and slip my hand across his balls, teasing him before parting his ass and circling his hole. “You love my cock too much for that, love taking me inside you.”
“Noah,” he hisses, meeting my eyes over his shoulder in warning.
Grinning, I kiss his pulse and reach into my drawer, grabbing the new bottle and popping the cap.
I slick my fingers and slide them down his ass and inside.
He cries out, dropping his head onto the desk as I work my fingers inside him before pulling out.
After covering my cock in lube, I line up with his pretty hole and yank his head up.
I can’t wait. I need to be inside him.
“Tell me what you want,” I command roughly, my eagerness hard to hide.
“Fuck me, Noah. Fuck me,” he cries out, arching his back to take me. Fuck, I love this boy so much. Pushing him down, I grab his hips and press my cock into him. I move slowly, but he has other ideas. With an impatient noise, he thrusts back, taking all of me.
“Fuck!” I bellow, my balls hitting his skin, his tight hole gripping my cock like velvet. “Goddamn it, baby.”
Grabbing the desk, he pulls from me and pushes back, working me deep inside him. I’m helpless as he takes over. Bending over him, I kiss his neck as he works himself on me, his little noises driving me wild until I can’t take any more.
“Hold on,” I warn as he grabs the edge of my desk and pushes back to take me deeper.
“Noah!” he cries out.
“That’s it, cry my name, baby. Let them all know you’re mine,” I snap, gripping his hips meanly. “No matter what I said today, we both know you’re mine. This ass”—I slap it, and he cries out—“is mine. This body is mine. This heart is mine, and I’m not letting you go.”
“Good.” He pushes back to meet my thrusts. My desk rattles, and the computer tilts precariously, but neither of us care. My hands greedily slide over every inch of him I can reach, needing to assure myself he’s mine. “Noah, there, fuck, there, please.”
Keeping his hips tilted, I hammer into his hot ass, hitting his prostate with each thrust until he cries out for me. I reach under and grab his cock, stroking him in my fist. He drips across my skin, and it only makes me harder. I want to crawl inside and be so deep no one can ever separate us.
My chest is tight as he takes me so well. A noise has me lifting my head, and I see Amanda, frozen, just outside of my office. My smirk is cruel as I twist my hips so my boy screams my name, and she covers her mouth.
My eyes meet hers, and I see hers widen as I slide my hand around his neck, jerk him up, and bite his neck as he cries out for me. I can’t help but smirk as she whirls and rushes away.
Forgetting all about her, I focus on my boy and the way his body coils below me, his cock swollen in my hand.
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel it. Stain my desk with it so I’ll smell you every time I sit here,” I bark, and he whimpers as I hammer into him, stroking him until he locks up below me.
His cock throbs in my hand as he sprays his release, my name leaving his lips in a gasp, and it sends me over the edge.
I let go, giving him everything. I fill him, locking us together in pleasure.
Slumping against him, I kiss his neck, face, and back, and he smiles happily, relaxing below me.
“Remember that every time someone else tries to take what’s mine,” he orders softly.
“Baby, no one could ever take me from you,” I promise as I cradle him in my arms. He relaxes, obviously feeling better, and relief floods me, but soon worry returns.
I just hope he doesn’t regret the choice he made to lie to the public. If I even suspect a hint of it getting between him and me, I will hold another fucking stupid press conference and claim him in front of everyone. Fuck everything else.
Nothing is going to take my boy from me, not even his own anxiety.
Mackie is with Conan tonight, so I planned to work late. When there’s a knock at my office door, I call, “You don’t have to keep me company, Skylar. I don’t want to see more photos of Bones.”
“Uh, sorry, am I disturbing you?” The familiar yet awkward voice has me jerking my head up. My eyes widen when I see my father in the doorway. “The door was open,” he explains, jerking his thumb to the garage door.
“We leave it open until the last person leaves,” I reply, staring at him. “Why are you here?” I frown, already feeling defensive. I don’t know what he sees in my expression, but a sad smile tilts his lips down.
“Can’t I come and see my son without a reason?” he asks as he leans awkwardly against the doorframe, looking around.
“In all my years owning this garage, you have never visited without a reason,” I reply as I stand, unsure what to do.
My office is messy and definitely not like his, but there are rows and rows of clippings and pictures across the wall, and he steps closer, checking them out. “Father, what do you need?”
“I was hoping we could be a family again. I’m willing to try anything to rebuild our relationship, but I’m starting to realize you already have a family.” He sounds wistful and sad, and I sink into my chair.
“You want . . . a relationship with me?” I hedge.
“You’re my son.” He looks over at me. “I know I don’t always act like it, but I love you very much.
Your man, Mackie, talked some sense into me and told me to show you and rebuild our relationship, and I think he’s right.
So, son, can I take you out for some food, and can we try this again?
I know I have a lot to make up for, and I know it may be odd, but I would like to try. ”
When I don’t respond, he nods and tugs his suit into place. “Understood. Do not worry, I shouldn’t have barged in here—”
“Yes,” I blurt out, surprising us both. “I would like to go to dinner.”
All I’ve ever wanted is to be his son and for him to care. I’m not saying this will change everything, but he’s trying, and I know I’ll regret it if I don’t as well.
“Oh, well, good. Is Mackie around? Does he want to come?” he asks hopefully.
“He’s out,” I reply gruffly. “I still can’t believe you two didn’t kill each other.”
He laughs and strolls over, leaning into the chair opposite my desk. “I like him. He’s brutal and honest, but it’s refreshing. Besides, he clearly loves my son, so how could I not like him? How about we go to Alerts? The steakhouse—”
“Mind if I pick the place?” I ask. “Not with Michelin stars, but somewhere I like to eat . . . if you want to get to know me.”
I feel awkward after suggesting it. My father doesn’t eat in the types of places I do.
“I would like that. I have my car outside,” he says.
“I’ll drive.” I grab my keys. “You can send your driver home. I’ll drop you off after.”
“If you’re sure . . .”
“I am, don’t worry. I won’t speed too much,” I tease, and that makes him smile.
I didn’t actually speed much, knowing he would nag me, and when I pull up outside of Mama’s, his eyes widen.
It’s full, even at this time of night, and when I head in, I wave at her behind the counter before sinking into the long bench seat as my father looks around.
Music plays softly from the speakers, and the chatter and laughter are louder.
The smell of home-cooked food instantly settles my nerves as I watch my father sit delicately, unbuttoning his suit.
Not a hair is out of place, unlike me in my oil-stained tank and old leather jacket.
He looks out of place at the sticky, old picnic table, but as he looks around, he smiles. “This is homey.”
“Mama is like a mother to everyone, and her cooking is amazing,” I tell him.
Maybe part of me wanted to test him and make him uncomfortable.
“I come here with my team and friends a lot. It feels like home.” He watches me, and I realize what I said.
Compared to my actual home, which was always cold and perfect, this is far different. “I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay.” He nods. “I know how I brought you up, Noah. We always butted heads about it, but it didn’t mean I didn’t love you. I’m glad I get to see this side of you now.”
I nod, and we lapse into an awkward silence. “Uh, want me to order for you?”
“Please,” he says softly, and I nod. I have no idea what game my father is playing.
He isn’t actually trying to get to know me, is he?
I don’t want to get my hopes up. I tried to have a relationship with my father my entire life before I realized his work would always come first, but even so, a tiny spark of hope blooms whether I want it to or not.
Getting up, I put our order in, and Mama catches my arm when I turn back to our table. “That your father?”
“How did you know?”