Page 22 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

But another thought occurred. What if his mother refused to give him shelter? Or his parents were out there, ready to grab him. At the very least, he needed somewhere to sleep for the night.

“I would be eternally grateful if you gave me somewhere to stay for the night. I promise to be out of your hair by morning.”

“Good. That’s settled.” He cocked his head to the side as he searched Noah’s face. “You ready to head back out? Or do you need another moment?”

“I’m good,” Noah murmured. He slid off the man’s lap and reached for his manties on the floor. “Do you have a towel or something I could use to clean off?”

A drawer was opened and a baby wipe removed. “Come here.”

Noah chuckled as he stepped closer. “How Boy Scout-ish of you. Lube. Condoms. Baby wipes. You’ve got the ultimate sex den here.”

“It’s used more for sex than managing, that’s for sure,” the man said as he wiped the jizz off Noah’s shaft.

“Glad you used a condom,” Noah said sarcastically. “Who was your last hook-up in here?” Noah asked, curious. “Please tell me it wasn’t that guy from earlier.”

The guy laughed. “I amnotanswering that.”

“Oh come on. I saw Mr. Mojito. I want to know if you have a type.”

He grinned. “I have no type. I love everyone.”

“Everyonehas a type.”

His bartender leered. “So is yours daddies?”

A smile grew on Noah’s face. “Maybe it is.”

The guy didn’t reply. He simply offered a wicked grin of his own.

Noah arched a brow before pulling his manties back on. As he did, he noted the bartender watching closely. “Well, if this is going to last more than an hour, can I get a name? Calling you ‘daddy’ all night is going to get old.”

“Brody,” the guy murmured.

“Brody. I think I like that.”

“Glad you approve.” The guy laughed again, and it drew a smile to Noah’s lips. Noah rounded the desk and grabbed his pants.

“Oh, I approve.” He smiled. “But I prefer daddy.”

Brody rose, shoving his softening cock into his leather pants. He then walked closer and offered Noah a gentle kiss. “I like the way you say it, that’s for sure.”

A shiver raced down Noah’s spine. He glanced around, a bit overwhelmed. “Any idea where my shirt is?”

Brody shrugged. “I can let you borrow one of mine later.”

“Thanks,” Noah said, reaching for his sweatshirt. “I left with little more than the clothes on my back and now I don’t even have all those.”

Brody hissed, looking apologetic. “Sorry. It was on my shoulder when we were dancing and it disappeared. I’ll ensure it’s replaced.”

“It’s all good.”

“Have you eaten tonight?” the man asked as he ushered Noah out of the office and ensured the door was locked.

“I had some rest stop BK on the way here this afternoon.” Truth be told, he’d been too anxious to eat much. He’d downed a couple of bites before tossing most of it out.

“Fast food? That shit’ll kill you.” They walked out toward the bar. “No wonder that alcohol hit you so hard. I could whip you up something if you’re still hungry. Kitchen’s closed, but I’m sure I can make a quick sandwich at least.”

“You’re already going to enough trouble.” His stomach growled a little at the thought of food.

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