Chapter 53
FIFTY-THREE
Apparently, Noah can be discharged tomorrow.
They won’t do the surgery right away, but he needs to be monitored, and I know that means Mackie will be with him a lot.
I should probably mind, but I don’t. Seeing how broken and upset they both were drained all jealousy and pettiness from me.
I care for Noah. He’s almost a friend, and I love Mackie, so I’ll make sure they are okay, no matter what it takes.
I did try to leave with the others, but Mackie insisted I stay, and Noah agreed. I end up on the couch with Mackie in my arms. I was worried about how Noah would react, but he seems to be in a good mood and even gave us a blanket.
Mackie sighs, turning in my arms and burying his head in my chest. I hold him tighter, kissing his forehead.
“I know you love him.” Noah’s voice is soft, and I jerk my head up to find him watching me.
“I do too. I have no plans on taking him from you or ever getting in the way. I’m thankful you were here. You’re a good man, Conan. Thank you.”
“Does this mean we’re friends?” I tease.
“Don’t push it,” he grumbles, but he’s smiling. “I plan to be around for a long time. Is that okay with you?”
“It always was,” I reply. “You make him happy. How could I ever be upset about that?”
“You make him happy too. You know that, right? I might have been his plan since he was a kid, but you? You were destiny’s plan for him, and he loves you a lot.”
Glancing down, I pull Mackie closer.
“I know you’ve been in love before and you still love your husband, just . . . All I’m asking is that you love Mackie as much as you loved him, no matter what happens.”
“I plan to,” I murmur as I push some of his hair back. “He wasn’t my plan either, but I’m so happy when he’s around. He brought me back to life, and I can’t return to being without him. I guess we have that in common. He’s our sunshine.”
He smiles and leans into his pillow, watching Mackie. “He always was.”
“Get some sleep. You need the rest,” I murmur. “I’ll make sure he sleeps too.”
“Thanks, Conan.” He yawns and turns over with a wince. “Maybe we can be friends.” He’s snoring within a second, making me chuckle as I pull Mackie even closer.
Friends, yes, I can deal with that.
“Okay, I think that’s everything.” I drop the final bag on the counter. I helped get Noah settled with Mackie before I went and got groceries, since his fridge was empty. For such a big house, I have no idea how he didn’t have one fucking vegetable in sight.
“Thanks.” Mackie smiles up at me like I hung the moon, and for a moment, I forget how to talk, and when he leans over and kisses me, I nearly fall. “He won’t say it, but he appreciates it.”
“No, I don’t. I could do my own shopping,” Noah grumbles, making me grin.
“Shut up!” Mackie yells before smiling at me. “Stay for food?”
“Sure.” It’s out before I can deny it. I couldn’t say anything else to him, especially when he looks so happy.
“Great, you cook, and I’ll make dessert.” He hops up, and Noah glares at us from the sofa he’s been relegated to since he’s supposed to be resting. He’s grumpy because Mackie confiscated his phone, laptop, and even his car keys and told him to stay put.
“Sounds good to me.” I nod as he turns on some music and moves around Noah’s kitchen like it’s his own.
He’s like this at my place too, but seeing him this comfortable makes me happy in an insane way.
We work side by side. I make a simple pasta and vegetable dish, and once it’s served, we all eat together.
“It’s really good,” Noah says. “Thanks, Conan.”
“Sure.” I shrug as I take some from my plate and add it to Mackie’s. Noah notices and adds his own until Mackie’s plate is heaping. He doesn’t even notice, just keeps eating, oblivious to us fighting over him.
When we’ve eaten, I help clean up then grab my coat. “I’m heading home. Call me if you need anything.”
Mackie frowns. “It’s late.”
“I can take care of myself,” I promise as I kiss his cheek. “Stay and look after him, baby boy.”
“Why don’t you stay?” Noah’s voice shocks us both, and he rolls his eyes under our weighted gazes.
“There are plenty of rooms. Mackie would feel better if you did. He’s right.
It’s late.” He nods up the stairs. “Pick any but mine, and no trying to spoon me again.” He walks to the stairs.
“I’m going to wash up. Mackie, help me. I’m still sick. ”
Laughing, Mackie kisses my cheek. “Please stay,” he murmurs before following Noah upstairs.
I hesitate before taking off my coat. I should probably leave, but honestly, I’m tired, and being closer to Mackie is better, and if Noah needs me for anything, at least I’ll be right here.
Grabbing my bag from the hospital, I head upstairs, hearing them behind a partially open door.
I head to the door farther down and open it, finding an empty bedroom.
There isn’t much in it, just a bed and a TV, but it will do. Dropping my bag on the bed, I take a quick shower and climb into the sheets in my boxers, the lamp on the side table throwing the room into shadows and warm light.
It’s strange not being in my own bed, but knowing Mackie is just down the corridor makes it better. Sighing, I reach over and turn off the light, wishing he were next to me.
I close my eyes and force myself to relax, and within minutes, I’m asleep.
I feel the bed dip, and an arm slips around me, startling me awake. I spin, blinking into the dark room. Moonlight streams in through the window, allowing me to see Mackie. “Is everything okay?” I ask. “Noah?”
“He’s fine, sleeping,” he assures me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I roll over, the sheet slipping down to my waist. His eyes sweep over my chest, sending heat through me, but I ignore it. I’m always needy around him. “Mackie?”
“Nothing, I just missed you and couldn’t sleep. Can I sleep here with you?” he asks softly.
“Always, but what about Noah?”
“He’s fine. He always sleeps like the dead,” he scoffs as he leans back on his knees.
He’s in an oversized shirt, no doubt Noah’s, and his boxers, his bare legs folded beneath him.
He looks so fucking cute that I open my arms, and he smiles as he falls into them.
His head finds its spot on my chest as his legs tangle with mine, and I hold him, sighing happily.
His hand strokes my chest, sliding across my skin, and I ignore my body’s reaction. He needs comfort right now, not me feeling him up. Kissing his head, I close my eyes and try to sleep.
He doesn’t help when he keeps petting my chest. I don’t think he even realizes what he’s doing, just trailing his fingers up my pecs then down, and that’s when I realize he’s teasing me.
My eyes snap open and narrow on him.
“Mackie,” I warn, but his hand slides farther down, playing with the waistband of my boxers. “If you don’t stop, you won’t be sleeping.”
“Maybe I don’t want to sleep,” he flirts as he lifts his head and props it on my chest. With a small smile, he slides his hand into my boxers and grips my hard length. “I don’t think you want to either.”
Groaning, I try to fight my desire as I reach down and cover his hand in my boxers. “You need to sleep—”
“I need you,” he murmurs, stealing my protests as he leans up and kisses my chin. “You need me too, don’t you?”
“Always,” I answer without pause. “But right now—fuck.” My head drops back as he strokes me fast and hard, making me lose all train of thought.
“Mackie,” I say, but he keeps kissing my chin and neck as he works my dick until I can’t take any more.
Knocking him aside, I roll us over and slam his hands down on the bed at his sides.
He wiggles beneath me, his eyes hungry as he leans up and kisses me until I give in.
I kiss him back and rip off his ridiculously large shirt.
He helps, and I yank down his boxers so he’s naked below me, hard and perfect, his hands curling around mine.
Pulling away, I kiss down his cheek then his neck before reaching his perfect chest. I slide my tongue across his collarbone and down to his nipple.
My eyes roll up to his, then I suck it into my mouth before biting down, and he gasps.
“Conan, please,” he begs, rolling his hips.
Smiling, I release his nipple, lick down his abs and across his tattoo, then I suck him into my mouth as he cries out. “Don’t wake Noah. I won’t stop,” I warn before I suck him down until he yanks on my hair. I let him, sliding up his body.
“Fuck me,” he orders, his face hard and demanding as he releases my hair and reaches over, fumbling in the bedside drawer before handing me a bottle of lube. “Right now.”
“Like I can say no to you,” I tease as I kiss him, sliding one of my arms under his leg and lifting it back.
Taking the bottle from him, I deepen the kiss even as I cover my fingers, sliding them across his perfect ass before I slip them into his tight hole.
I fuck him with my digits until he gasps into my mouth.
“Please, Conan, please,” he whines, his cock leaking all over his abs. He’s so desperate for me, so fucking pretty. Pulling my fingers free, I lean down and lick his abs, groaning at his taste as I lift his hips higher, throwing his leg over my arm.
With my other hand, I shove my boxers down and stroke my throbbing length.
I stare at my boy. He’s so goddamn beautiful, especially when he narrows his eyes on me and presses down, making me grin as I slide into his pretty ass inch by slow inch, forcing him to take all of me.
His eyes widen and then close in bliss as we work together until I’m deep inside him.
Gasping below me, he starts to move, and I follow suit with slow, rolling thrusts as he claws at my arm and side.
“Harder,” he begs. “Conan. Please.”
“So impatient,” I mutter as I release his leg.
I lift him up, and he gasps as I drop him onto my lap. My arms wrap around his back, and I help him move as he rides me. Sliding one hand up, I grip his hair and pull his head back so I can kiss his neck as he moans, riding me faster as I flex my hips and bury myself as deep as I can.
He’s so tight, hot, and responsive, like heaven wrapping around my cock, squeezing me with each thrust as his hard muscles slide against mine, driving me wild.
We are so close, yet I pull him closer still, not wanting an inch between us as we come together, both chasing our pleasure.
“My baby boy,” I whisper into his skin as he whimpers. “My perfect baby boy. That’s it, ride me, use me. Let me feel you come apart for me before I fill your ass. It’s what you need, isn’t it? You want me to fuck you to sleep.”
“Yes, god, yes.” He gasps, his head falling back as he moans loudly and then freezes. He looks at the door and then me, but I don’t stop claiming his pretty ass with my length as his own jerks against his abs.
Pressing my hand across his mouth, I narrow my eyes on him.
“Quiet, baby boy. If you wake the grump, you’ll have to take both of us, and I don’t feel like sharing you right now.
” Nodding, he picks up his speed. No more words are spoken between us, just roaming hands and the slap of our bodies coming together.
I feel my release building, but I hold it back, wanting this to last forever.
“Daddy,” he croaks, and I know he’s close as he buries his head in my shoulder to muffle more sounds.
Gripping his ass, I urge him on, spreading him wider for my invading cock and losing all sense of control as I hammer into him. My other hand slides between us and grips his length.
“Come for me, baby boy,” I command.
His teeth sink into my shoulder to muffle his cry of pleasure as he shudders above me, riding through his release.
His swollen cock pulses in my fist, spraying across us both as I pump him dry.
My own pleasure slams into me, making me hiss as I bury myself deeper as he whimpers.
I grip the back of his head and move, laying him down below me.
Grabbing his hands, I tug them up and over his head, interlacing our fingers together as I start to move again.
The angle is deeper, and his eyes roll back as I fuck him, pushing my cock as deep as I can until I can’t hold it back.
I shatter with a groan, filling his ass with my cum as he whines below me, pushing it as deep as I can.
I rain kisses along his face. His eyes are closed, and his lips are tilted in a sleepy smile.
I slowly pull from his ass and watch as my cum drips from him before I gather it and shove it back inside, a possessive urge I can’t deny.
“Conan,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t protest, his eyes glinting with happiness as his legs fall open, giving me better access as I shove my cum as deep as I can. When I’m done, I kiss his lips.
“Good boy.”
He shivers at the praise, and I struggle to climb from the bed, my own legs weak, but I make it to the bathroom and grab a washcloth before heading back to my boy, who’s curled up on his side. I wish I had my camera right now. He looks so pretty flushed and well fucked.
One day, I promise myself as I clean him up before returning to the bathroom. After washing myself, I drag him back into my arms, and he cuddles close as I smile and kiss his head. “Now sleep, baby boy. I’ll still be here in the morning. We both will be.”
I know he’s afraid that he’s losing us, I can sense it, but only time will rid him of that, and until then, I have no doubt Noah and I will be here to prove it wrong.