Page 93 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

“You didn’t really give me a choice, now did you?” Brody asked. His focus turned to Noah. “I came straight here. I wanted you to know you’re free.”

Noah held Brody’s stare and for the first time, he could really breathe. He took a deep, cleansing breath—and tears burned the back of his eyes. He rushed into Brody’s arms and hugged his daddy tight. “Thank you.”

Brody hugged him back. “You’re welcome, ba—Noah.”

“Cute chaps,” Geena said sarcastically to Brody. “You a cowboy now?”

Noah pulled away when it was the last thing he wanted to do.

“You’re aware what I wear to work. I didn’t bother changing my clothes before I rushed over with the news.”

“I bet that was a cold, cold ride,” Geena said before winking.

“Do you really think they’ll leave?” Noah asked Brody, ignoring Geena’s comments.

“I imagine the fear of Abbie Lee seeing this video will inspire your father to leave. It might be harder for him to convince your stepmother, but something tells me Walt will find a way. And if he doesn’t follow through—I believe once she saw this video,youwould be the least of their concerns.”

Unable to help himself, he hugged Brody again. He couldn’t resist the warmth of the man’s arms.

“Okay, you two,” his mother murmured. “We have guests inside waiting on us. We’ll give you both a moment to talk.”

Noah eyed his mother nervously. “You’re sure?”

“Nope,” she said, seeming exhausted. “But I told you that you were an adult, capable of making your own decisions. Regardless if I agree with them or not.” She smiled weakly. “Geena and I discussed it. We finally got you back home, and we don’t want this dark cloud hanging over us. If this is who you want, then this is who you want.”

“What about Parker?” Brody asked.

“We’ll have to sit down and discuss Parker another time,” Geena said. “We have no idea how we’ll broach that. Or if we even will for a while. Maybe he needs a little time before we go there.”

“I don’t want to keep more secrets. They ate me alive the last time,” Noah said.

“I have no idea how he’d handle the news his brother was sleeping with his father,” his mother answered.

Noah shook his head. “Half-brother. Brodyisn’tmy dad.”

His mother sighed. “We’ll talk about it later. I can’t do this right now.”

“I sense your mothers have given as much as they can for tonight,” Brody murmured to Noah. “Give them time to breathe.”

Noah glanced up at Brody and nodded.

“Should we open a spot for you at the table?” Geena asked Brody.

“I’m a little underdressed for a dinner party,” Brody said with a chuckle.

“I think assless chaps and leather panties will fit in perfectly with the guests at our table tonight,” Stacey replied with a meager grin. “Plus, you already know Harry and Red.”

Brody scoffed. “They’re briefs. Not panties.”

“See, no one wants them called panties,” Noah whispered to Brody.

Brody chuckled. “Fuck it, make room for me at the table. Why the hell not? I’ve been in less weird situations before.”

As the garage door closed, he turned to eye Noah. “Hi.”

Heat flooded his face. “Hi, daddy.” He slipped into Brody’s welcoming arms, feeling truly safe for the first time in his life.

His daddy had done it… he’d protected Noah.

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