Page 72 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

In little time, his body stiffened more with every thrust, his orgasm once again approaching. The sensation coiled low in his abdomen, the fire building to engulf him. With his hands still free, Noah could caress his hard shaft. The sight tempted Brody higher.

But locking eyes with his boy was even better.

They held one another’s stares as he thrust deep.

Ithadbeen more than a one-night thing.

Itcould’vebeen more than a one-night thing.

He’d somehow fallen for Chris… forNoah.

The second Noah’s back arched and his boy screamed his second release, it sent Brody over the edge. He cried out, roaring as he came. While Noah’s seed coated his belly, his own filled his boy deep. When he was spent, he leaned against Noah, dragging much-needed air into his lungs.

The minute the raw need ebbed, a moment of clarity hit. He gasped inwardly, even the liquor not enough to distance himself from the truth of what they’d done.

Am I insane?

Swiftly ripping open the bonds, he freed Noah before sitting on the end of the bed, hanging his head. Noah knelt behind him and wrapped both arms around his neck.

“We shouldn’t have done that.”

“But we did,” Noah murmured before pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

Brody closed his eyes, hating how much he still wanted those small intimacies. “Before… I could say I didn’t know. Now? Now I comprehend the truth and we still… we still didthis.”

Noah disentangled his arms, and Brody immediately missed them.

Brody rose to his feet, the gravity of what they’d done a weight on his shoulders. Crossing the loft, he reached for a jar of cream to soothe Noah’s bottom. While he wanted to run and hide from what they’d done, he couldn’t completely abandon Chris…Noah…after. Returning to the bed, he coated his hand in the salve before coaxing his boy closer.

Noah gazed at Brody with anxiety in his stare.

“I need to take care of your bottom.”

Noah frowned.

“I spanked you. I’m sure it’s sore. This will help.”

Noah was hesitant as he slid closer and rolled to the side, exposing his bottom. Brody saw partial handprints marring the skin and the guilt grew. He’d been rougher than he’d realized. Sitting down on the bed, he carefully applied the salve.

His boy winced a time or two, but for the most part, relaxed against his hand.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Aftercare is important,” Brody answered. “I can’t leave without making sure you’re okay.”

“I meant saying this is wrong. When we both feel how right it is,” Noah said before glancing over one shoulder. “You’re leaving?”

“I need to go to bed.”

“We can go to bed.Together,”Noah said.

“No,” Brody said, his head starting to spin a little. “I need to sleep off all that scotch before I make another stupid mistake. I’ll go to bed alone.”

“We were just together and it was wonderful.”

“It was wrong,” Brody said again.

“You don’t have to feel bad. I wanted this. So did you.”

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