Page 62 of Lost Boy

His Daddy was still uneasy about Mac even though Byron admitted he didn’t think Mac was a threat to any of them. Mitch leaned against Byron loved being in his arms.

The scent of his lover always calmed him. Mitch buried his face in Mitch’s neck and breathed deep. He didn’t need to be calmed. More, he just wanted to feel Byron’s arms around him.

His Daddy was sexy as hell in faded jeans and a leather jacket. Mmm, spice, leather, and Byron. Mitch’s cock perked up.

“How’d the meeting go?” Byron asked as he dropped his hands down to Mitch’s ass.

“Good. He offered me the job.”

“That’s fantastic,” Byron said. He squeezed Mitch’s ass. “Although I did not doubt how fast they called you.”

Mitch sighed. “I was still nervous. Because of my father, I thought this might have just been a nice lunch to tell me that they’d never consider having me join their team.”

Byron lifted Mitch’s face. “You should have told me that you were feeling that way.”

Mitch shrugged.

“My boy.” Byron pulled him forward again. This time he kissed Mitch’s forehead.

For some reason, he felt like he’d disappointed Byron. Damn it.

“How about going for a ride?”

Mitch pulled back and looked over at Byron’s Harley. “I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”

Byron smirked. “I know.”

Looking down at his suit Mitch sighed with regret. “I want to but-"

“Here.” Byron moved Mitch back before turning and pulling something from his saddlebags. He passed over the bag over to Mitch.

“What is it?” Byron was always buying him things.

“Climb into the back seat and get changed.”

Clothes, Byron bought him more clothes. Mitch clicked the key fob and unlocked the car. Mitch climbed into the backseat and closed the door behind him. Byron stepped in front of the window.

Not that there was much privacy from the street, rear, or front window but Mitch was excited to see what Mitch had gotten him. He pulled out a soft pair of leather boots, thick socks, jeans, and a long-sleeve black Henley. Perfect to go for a ride with his Daddy.

Mitch quickly got changed and stuffed his suit and other clothes back into the bag. They would wrinkle but he’d worry about that later.

He knocked on the window to let Byron know that he was done.

Byron stepped away then opened the door.

“Let me see you boy,” he ordered.

Mitch stepped out of the car, taking Byron’s hand when it was offered.

Byron looked him up and down and the heat in his gaze practically scorched Mitch. There was no question that Byron found him attractive.

His Daddy leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against his mouth.

“There’s just one thing missing,” Byron said.

Mitch looked down at his boots. He even wiggled his toes inside. They weren’t his light-up shoes but they were so comfortable. “What?” He’d put on everything Byron had given him.

Byron hummed as he strolled back to his bike. He reached back into the saddlebag and pulled out a leather jacket.

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