Page 94 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

Without a shot fired. Relief filled him as he held on tight.

When Brody’s mouth captured his, he kissed his daddy back with all the longing pent up inside him. Brody leaned back and cupped his cheek. They held one another’s gazes. Need fired through Noah. He wanted to go home with Brody—immediately.

“I’ve been invited to the table—so I feel we should make an appearance,” Brody murmured. “Your moms offering that is kind of huge.”

“Yeah,” Noah said. “But can we go home afterwards?”

Brody sighed. “Maybe we don’t push them too hard?”

Noah glanced down, disappointed.

Brody tucked a finger under his chin and forced his stare up. “I want you back in my bed… but I also want a relationship with my son. Stace and Geena are my friends… I’ve already hurt them enough as it is. If I can mend that rift and still have a chance at being with you… then… we don’t push them farther than they’re willing to go. Okay?”

Noah nodded. “You’re right.”

Brody’s smile caused him to tingle all over.

“We’re here now. Together. Let’s enjoy that,” he whispered before lowering his head again to capture Noah’s lips.

Noah whined against his daddy, needing so much more than a kiss… a caress.

Brody growled, stepping back. “Let’s go before we do something we shouldn’t.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

Brody offered a hand. “Come on.”

Noah grasped it and let his daddy lead him out of the garage.

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Before they reached the table, Brody released Noah’s hand. He didn’t want questions from Stacey and Geena’s guests to embarrass them. Brodydidsit down at the table beside Noah, ignoring the whistles and catcalls from the men at the table. As long as Noah was at his side and his family was showing signs of acceptance, damned right he’d sit at their table, regardless of what he wore. “Okay, to answer your question before it’s asked—I came from work. There was averyimportant piece of news I had to share. I don’t have a habit of showing up dressed like this.”

“Brody here ownsthe Village,” Harry said before turning to Noah. “Wasn’t that the club where you met your handsome older man?” Harry made a point to give Brody a weighted stare. “Has the perpetual boy finally become a daddy?”

Shit.Brody ignored the question and turned to Noah.“Whathave you all been talking about tonight?”

“Well, we were invited tonight because we have all somehow managed to win at the age-gap game, it seems. Stacey invited us to pick our brains and find out what we did right, I suppose,” a handsome guy decked out in make-up to the right of him answered. “Along the way, we realized it was Noah here that was having daddy issues and we needed to get as many details as possible.”

“This is Jereme and his daddy, Anson,” Noah whispered to Brody.

“Nice to meet you,” Jereme said, offering a bejeweled hand.

“Brody,” he offered, taking Jereme’s hand.

“Jereme is a junior professor in the History department, working on his doctorate,” Stacey said. “I don’t think you’ve met Eric and James, either. They both work at the university, as well. Eric’s in the Literature department. James is a grad student in the same department.”

Brody waved toward the other two at the end of the table. “Nice to meet you both.”

“Likewise,” Eric said with a raised brow.

“Stop ogling the leather-clad man,” James warned.

“Why don’t you wear something like that for me?” Eric asked him.

“Because I doubt I would look quite that good,” James answered.

“Never know until you try,” Eric chirped. “I imagine you’d be amazing, personally.”

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