22. Julian
JULIAN
We were still talking to him about the Corvette when the sound of Lance’s voice drew my attention. “I turned to see him, Beau, and a man who looked similar enough to Lance that I guessed it must be his cousin Dax.
Travis stopped speaking midsentence, and I turned to him. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
“I… um…” He nearly dropped the wrench he was holding, just managing to catch it with his other hand.
“Are you all right, Travis?” Dax asked.
Travis’s cheeks had gone bright red. “I’m fine. Just fine.”
“You need some help?”
“Oh, no. I got it.”
“Why don’t we head on back to the office so Travis can work in peace?” Sam suggested.
Dax studied the young man for a moment before nodding. “Right. Sure. See you later, Travis.”
“Yeah. See you. Um… yes.”
Was I that wrecked over Lance? I hoped not. I also hoped Dax planned on doing something about Travis’s attraction.
“So what did you think?” Lance asked, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close.
“They have some awesome cars here. That Charger Travis is working on… Wow.”
“How would you like to go for a ride with me?”
“Where do you need to go?” I glanced at my watch and realized I’d missed so much of the afternoon at work I might as well give up on returning. It was only then I remembered Lance had said he had a surprise for me. Was it touring the shop and seeing all the cars, or did he mean something else?
We paused our conversation as we all entered the office in the main building. Beau unlocked a box on the wall that contained numerous keys. He selected one, closed the box, then tossed the key to Lance. “You damage it, you pay.”
Lance scoffed. “I’m not going to damage it. I just want to have a little fun.”
Beau sighed. “At least I know you’re good for it, and I don’t have a buyer lined up yet.”
“I might be able to help you with that,” Lance said.
“Oh really?” Beau raised a brow, but Lance didn’t say any more.
“Did you mean you wanted me to go for a ride with you in one of the cars from here?”
“Yes, I do. A ’79 Corvette.”
“For real?” I glanced between Lance and Beau and saw that Beau was grinning at us.
“Try to make him be sensible,” Beau said.
“How many cars have you wrecked?” I asked Lance.
“Just two that belonged to Beau, and one of those was in the line of duty.”
Dax snorted. “Only because you didn’t listen to Remington. If you’d done what he said, you would never have wrecked that car.”
Lance waved a hand dismissing him. “I’m taking my man for a ride. We’ll be back in a couple of hours with a perfectly intact car.”
“Maybe. Only if Julian’s a better driver than you,” Sam suggested. “He’s certainly seems more responsible.”
Heat filled my cheeks. “I… um… I don’t have much…” Lance laid a finger on my lips.
“He’s a librarian. How unsafe do you think he’ll be? Corbin, will you watch Tony? You know how he hates fast drives.”
“Be careful with Lance,” Dax warned me. “He loves trouble.”
“I sort of figured that out the first time we met.”
“And yet you’re still with him.”
“He’s just protecting me. Once all this business settles down, then?—”
“Come on,” Lance growled. “Time’s wasting. We could be out there on the road.”
Beau, Dax, and Sam laughed as Lance pulled me out of the office.
“Remember what I said,” Dax called after us.
Lance flipped him off. “Don’t listen to them.”
“About what? They seem to know plenty about cars.”
“About me. Don’t listen to anything they say about me.”
“I don’t need them to tell me problematic things about you. I’ve seen enough for myself.”
He scowled at me. “Do you want this ride or not?”
“I do. I really do.”
A few minutes later, we were racing down the highway.
Lance had opened the sunroof, and my hair was blowing wildly.
We had to shout to talk, so I just enjoyed the smooth feel of the car, the comfort of the seats, the joy on Lance’s face.
I didn’t even bother to ask if he was concerned about going so fast. I figured a speeding ticket was nothing to him.
He took an exit, and before long, we were out in the middle of nowhere, tearing down a two-lane road.
We were both laughing, and I felt freer than I had in a very long time.
I had to hold onto the door to keep from falling over into him, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t want to tell him to slow down. I didn’t want to tell him to be careful. I just wanted this to go on and on.
He turned onto a small road, slowed, and put the car in park. It might’ve been a driveway. Who the hell knew way out here?
“Your turn.”
“Seriously?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t surprise you with a ride in a car like this and not give you a chance to drive.”
“I really don’t have any experience driving like this.”
“You take it as fast or slow as you want to. I want you to have the feel of it. You deserve that chance.”
“Is this Beau’s car?”
“It’s a car Beau and his crew fixed up. He’s looking for a buyer.”
“What if I mess it up? What if I…”
“Then I’ll pay for it.”
I shook my head. “It’s that easy for you?”
“One of the advantages of my lifestyle.”
“I guess it is.” I knew a little bit about his family, and it was obvious from his home and Remington’s that they were well-off, but hearing him talk about buying a luxury car like it was nothing reminded me we were from two completely different worlds.
I felt lucky to have the money I’d inherited that allowed me to live comfortably—nothing flashy, nothing super nice—but I never had to worry about paying my basic bills. To me that was amazing. To Lance that would be nothing.
“Come on, Julian.” I shivered at the way he said my name. It got to me every time.
I opened the door and circled the car as he did the same. When I slid into the driver’s seat, I flexed my hands against the wheel as I looked around studying all the knobs and buttons. “Are you sure?”
“Drive the car, Julian.”
“I don’t…”
“I’m not giving you a choice. I’m telling you what to do. Take me for a drive.”
I looked at him, and my heart rate accelerated. “Are you… Is this…”
“I know you’re never going to listen to everything I say, but you like it in bed, so I thought you might like it on a thrill ride too.”
“It might make me so damn horny I can’t focus on driving.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I’d said them.
“Damn. Now I may be too.” His hungry look told me he was considering a change of plans.
“No. I’m doing this. I’m never going to get another chance.
“You’re wrong about that.”
“When do you think I’d get to drive a car like this? This is not a librarian’s car.”
He shrugged. “It could be.”
“How? Should I go into business with your family and start lifting cars?”
“No. I would never ask you to do that, but I can show you all kinds of experiences.”
“I think I better focus on driving right now. I don’t know my way around out here.”
“It doesn’t matter. Take us wherever you want to go.”
So I did. I’d never driven anything that felt so good.
The few times I’d driven my dad’s car, I hadn’t been able to go very fast, and while it had driven wonderfully, it didn’t feel anywhere near as smooth.
The level of control I had was amazing. Pretty soon I was taking the curves almost as fast as Lance had.
We laughed as I slung us around, and I squealed when an armadillo ran across the road and again when an alligator crept out of the brush at the side of the road.
I couldn’t remember when I’d been this happy. As I slowed for a stop sign, I glanced at the time and realized I’d been driving for well over an hour. If we were going to get back to Beau’s on time, we probably needed to stop.
Ahead, I saw a small patch of bare dirt probably used as a turnaround or for someone to head through the woods to a fishing hole. Whatever it was, it would be a good place to pull over. “Since I don’t know where I am, maybe you should drive us back.”
“Or I could just direct you.”
I looked over at Lance. Why hadn’t I thought about that? I was insanely distracted by how amazing this all was, how invigorating, so different than what I normally did all day.
“I like this side of you,” he said. “I like it a lot.”
Heat rushed into my face.
“I have another idea for what we can do,” Lance said.
“What’s that?”
He answered by reaching for me and pulling me into a kiss. I almost found the self-control to protest that we had to get the car back to Beau and we were on a public road where anyone might come along, but his mouth on mine felt too good.
He gripped the sides of my head, forcing me to tilt it back so his tongue could explore me thoroughly. I loved the warm, wet slide of him in my mouth. My swollen cock was trapped behind my zipper. I reached down, freed it, and wrapped my hand around it, pumping myself.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Lance asked, his mouth still against mine.
“I need it. Need you.”
He grabbed my wrist, yanking my head back harder with his other hand. “I’m in charge now.”
“But I… I was driving.”
He let me go and leaned his seat back. “Get over here. I want you on me.”
I glanced around, but I didn’t see anyone or any cars. I toed off my shoes, then wiggled out of my pants and boxers, leaving them on the floorboard of the car. Naked from the waist down, I positioned myself over him in the much too small space.
“Damn, you’re nice and flexible.”
“Yoga.” I gasped as he took my face in his hands and kissed me again.
I forgot the awkwardness of it all, forgot where we were, forgot everything but my need for him. I worked my hips. His pants were rough against my bare cock, but I didn’t care. I was beyond separating pain from pleasure. I was just desperate for more: more connection, more of him.
He slid his lips along my jaw, and I shivered. After sucking and nibbling at my neck, he whispered against my ear. “I love you wild like this. I want you right here, right now in this car. If you could’ve seen the look on your face as you drove. You were so happy, so free.”
“I loved it.”
“I know you did, baby. I’m so glad I brought you out today.”
“Me too. I’ve never… This is risky. Anyone could?—”
Lance pressed his fingers against my lips, and I sucked them into my mouth, making him groan. I love knowing I had some power over him. I could make him need me like I needed him. It wasn’t something I would ever have expected.
“I don’t care who sees us. I’m going to have you right here, make you come, and watch your face when you do. You’re going to love every second of it.”
“Yes. Please!”
“That’s right. There’s my wild boy.”
“Make me,” I said. “Make me do what you want. Fuck me. I need you. I need to know…”
“I will, but not here. I don’t want my first time stretching you, pressing myself deep inside of you to be in a cramped car. I want you spread out in my bed, ready to be feasted on.”
I whimpered. “Don’t want to wait.” I was afraid if I didn’t go for this now, I might change my mind, push him away, go back to being the uptight person I usually was instead of this wild, free man he made me.
“Lean back and brace yourself on my thighs.”
Lance’s gravelly voice made my cock jump. What was it about his way of commanding me? It made me so hot and not at all scared the way I thought I would be.