Page 42 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

“I mean… the guy is seven feet of muscle. I don’t want my ass beat.”

Brody emptied the pack into his coffee and stirred. “Lex is my best friend. And we work together. Nothing more.”Bullshit. Lex is family. “We also played ball together. From the time we were kids. High school… and eventually, we ended up on the same college team.”

“Helookslike a linebacker.”

“Left tackle, actually.”

“Ah,” Chris said before scooping up one of the creamers. He added four of the containers, as well as at least six sugars.

“Like a little coffee with your cream and sugar?”

Chris’ face reddened. Brody smiled inwardly, liking the appearance of it. He’d like to see something else reddened…

“I don’t usually drink coffee.”

“You don’t usually drink alcohol, either. Am I a bad influence?”

Chris’ smile was brilliant. “Not at all, daddy.”

Brody clenched his jaw, that word once again undoing him. His cock thickened inside his pants. Squirming a bit to release some of the pressure, he eyed Chris. “You’d best be careful, boy. I might have to take you out to an old country road and have my way with you in the back of my truck.”

“Promises, promises,” Chris said with a smirk.

It was then that Brody realized he’d be doing just that. Either on the way to the store or back from it. He knew the perfect spot for them to stop. He eyed Chris, heat in his eyes—and the stare that met his was filled with as much need as his own.

Chris’ foot pressed against his. The toe of his shoe rubbed against his leg.Footsies?He chuckled slightly, amused by the sensation. He hadn’t played footsies with someone since he’d been… well, Chris’ age. It both made him feel oldandyoung again. A smile played over his lips as he held Chris’ attention.

It wasn’t much longer before their plates arrived, ending their little game. Gracie glanced between them with a raised brow, as if she sensed the longing they shared. “Enjoy your breakfast, boys. Call me if you need anything else.”

“Will do, Gracie,” Brody murmured, never taking his eyes off Chris.

Chris didn’t pull his own away, either.

They spent the next twenty minutes in silence. Eating and staring. Chris picked at his food, eating maybe half of his big breakfast plate. Brody had to admit, food wasn’t his priority either. He left cash on the table instead of going to talk to Gracie as he usually did—but the raging hard-on tenting his pants didn’t give him much choice. Brody gave a wave to Gracie before leaving and ignored her knowing glance. Once in the truck, he sensed the anticipation mounting in them both. Glancing from the corner of his eye, he saw his boy’s hard cock tenting his jeans, as well. He cleared his throat as he sat behind the wheel, the engine idling, and he turned his focus on Chris.

Chris met his stare, heat in the depths of those gorgeous, glittering eyes.

Brody knew he wouldn’t last another moment. He roared out of the parking spot and headed for the nice shaded spot on one of the country roads nearby. Speeding, he didn’t slow down this time. He couldn’t. Once parked he held the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip to prevent himself from ripping Chris’ clothes off then and there. “Get in the back,” he bit out.

“Brody,” Chris all but groaned.

His hands squeaked on the wheel as he adjusted his grip. “In. The. Back. Now.”

Chris let out a mewl that nearly ended Brody. He opened the door and jumped out. The closing slam caused Brody to jump in his seat. His cock ached between his legs, begging for release. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been as horny as a teenager and unable to control himself. With a shaking hand, he opened the center console and grabbed the small bottle of lube and searched in hopes for a condom, which had no business being there in the elements. He found one and hoped to god it was in good shape.

Once he got out of the cab, he heard a whimper. Turning his attention to Chris, he saw the guy leaning over the side—one hand behind his back and rubbing his bare ass.

Brody’s teeth clenched again. He couldn’t move. He could only stand there and witness Chris’ excitement.

Chris’ head turned. Their gazes locked.“Daddy.”

Propelled into motion, Brody moved on autopilot. He jumped into the back and knelt behind Chris and his bubble butt. After depositing the lube and wrapper, he undid his pants. Cock popping out from the vee, he gripped the base while hissing in pain. His cock ached, needing solace inside Chris’ body.

Chris popped his bottom into the air and looked over his shoulder. Suggestively rubbing his cheek with one hand, he mewled again. The sound shook Brody to his core. He rubbed the head of his leaking cock over that soft, round skin. His whole body vibrated with need.

“Weshouldn’tdo this,” Brody spat through clenched teeth.

“Daddy…” Chris cried.“Please.”

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