Page 80 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

Brody lifted his gaze and met Noah’s. There was heat and hunger mixed with the horror and outrage he saw there. “Something like that.”

“Do you see how much I want you when I look at you, Brody?”

Brody broke the stare, unable to answer him.

“I see how much you want me when you look at me.” Noah scoffed. “At least, I think I do. IhopeI do.” He dropped the towel from his waist and padded over. “You do want me, don’t you, daddy?”

Brody turned away, unable to see what Noah was freely offering. “We can’t do this anymore. I promised your mother it was over. And it is.”

“I made no such promise.”

“You saw how upset she was.”

Noah ran his hands over Brody’s back. “Now the truth is out. We can do whatever we want.”

Brody bit back a moan. “No! No, we can’t!” He spun and grasped Noah’s wrists. “Go back into that bedroom and get dressed. You have an appointment—which you need to be at if you want a chance to be free of your father.”

Noah yanked his wrists away, frowning. “Fine. We can discuss this later.”

“No, Noah. We’re done.”

Noah padded away, his bare ass too much of a lure for Brody to ignore. Forcing his stare away, he picked up the paper and eyed the address. They needed to get going if they were to arrive on time. Fortunately, he’d seen his truck parked out back when he returned. The keys had been under the mat.

His mind drifted back to Noah. Naked and alone in his bedroom. He walked back toward the bedroom, fists clenched.

Cringing, he stopped himself from busting into the room and taking what he wanted. He’d promised… it was over.

And it was.

Send him home to Stacey and Geena. Get some distance… some clarity. Once he’s gone, you can forget all of this.

Yeah… maybe that’s what he’d do.

Somewhere deep down, he knew there was no way he’d forget one single second of the time he’d spent with Noah.

12

The ride to the attorney’s office was silent. Brody’s dark mood filled the truck’s cab. Noah was lost in thought for most of the drive, wondering what he’d learn at the appointment and what was going through Brody’s mind. He’d obviously crossed a line—but he hadn’t told his mother it had been Brody he’d been with. How could he have known she’d figure it out?

She saw the way we looked at one another.

That one statement spoke volumes. It had been an admission of guilt on Brody’s part. His daddy still wanted him.

Along the way, he kept sneaking peeks at Brody, so many questions swirling. Finally, he could hold back no more.“Brody?”

“No,” the man growled. “Just don’t.”

“We have to talk about this.”

“No. We don’t. I’m taking you to the fucking attorney so she can tell you what you can do to go back home and get the hell out of my hair. Once you’re gone, we can put a stop to this madness.”

Noah frowned. It wasn’t madness. Brody only needed to see that.

He kept his mouth shut for the rest of the drive, realizing it was for the best. Once they arrived at the office, Brody walked in with him and they both took a seat in the waiting room after checking in with the receptionist. They sat side by side, yet were miles apart. Noah hated the distance.

A well-dressed woman came striding into the waiting room with her hand raised. “Noah?”

Noah rose and shook her hand. “Hi there.”

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