Page 103 of Bump and Run
“Now you’re just being bratty.” Which was making my dick hard, and I didn’t want to go into this meeting like that. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll make you come when we get home.”
He whimpered softly, and his pupils dilated. “Yes, please.”
“Mm, that’s better, Bashful.” I leaned forward to drop a kiss to his mouth.
Loud clapping and hollering caused us to pull apart. When I glanced over my shoulder, I found Killian Hampton, the lead singer of the infamous rock band Mulligan Downtown, grinning at us. He, along with his husband Matthias, was a silent partner in Brooks Racing. His chestnut brown curls were a messy halo on his head as he walked toward us and held out a tattooed-covered hand.
“Killian Hampton.” Like he had to introduce himself. The man was a legend. A hot one at that. He shook both of our hands, and I noticed the shellshocked look on my husband’s face as he stared at him. “Let’s get the two of you inside so we can talk business.”
I took Jones’s hand as we followed behind Killian. The shop was enormous, bigger than the one my father had built, and there was a good reason for that. Brooks Racing wasa championship winning team. If we signed with them, we would become the third and fourth drivers racing for Brooks Racing. We would join Carson Carey and Noel McCormick. I was excited about the opportunity and everything that would come with it. Especially since everyone who raced here was openly queer.
Jones came to a quick stop when he saw everyone sitting around the large table in the conference room and tightened his grip on my hand. It wasn’t just our maybe soon-to-be teammates but Watts, Holt, and Killian’s husband, Matthias. I had to admit it was a little overwhelming having them all staring at us.
Holt quickly climbed to his feet and hurried over to us. “Jones, hey. I’m so glad you’re here.” He smiled brightly. “I mean, I’m happy to see both of you, but you know... About what happened... It’s all good. It was years ago and, well, I’m over it.” He glanced over his shoulder. “We’re over it.”
“Maybe.” Watts muttered.
Holt wrinkled his nose. “Ignore him. He’s fine.”
“Is he going to punch me? Because I know I deserve it, but I don’t want a broken nose,” Jones asked as he pressed his small frame against mine.
Holt giggled. “You have nothing to worry about. Watson’s harmless.” He held out a hand. “Come on. Come sit with me.”
Watts grunted from where he sat, only to beam at his husband when Holt shot him a glare over his shoulder.
“Charlie?” Jones turned those big doe eyes up at me.
I smiled at him. “Go ahead, Bashful. I’ll be right behind you.”
He smiled as he took Holt’s outstretched hand and followed him to the table. They sat down, heads pressed together, and smiles on their faces. I quickly joined them, sitting down next to Jones, who instantly placed his hand on my thigh without breaking conversation with Holt.
“You’ll like it here.” Carson smiled at me from across the table. “I used to think that Watts hated me, too, but we’re cool now.”
Killian chuckled. “Watts acts like he hates everyone, but he’s really a big softie.”
“What does that even mean?” I popped a brow.
Killian broke into a giant smile. “Carson and Holt used to date. Oh, and he dated Noel, too. Carson is married to the most adorable little twink now, who also happens to love me.”
“You know what?” Carson reached over to smack Killian on the back of the head. “Ezra is not in love with you, so cut that shit out.” He huffed. “Killian is a dick. You can just ignore him.”
Noel leaned forward. “Carson and I dated for like two seconds. We had zero chemistry, and Watts only set us up because he thought Carson wanted Holt.”
“And I was in love with my best friend, which is why I went after Holt in the first place,” Carson added. “And Noel’s engaged to two guys now. Kinky bastard.”
Noel nodded. “Guilty as charged.”
I grinned as at stared at my hopefully soon-to-be teammates. I think I was going to like it here.
***
“And Holt wants us all to hang out sometime. Like there’s a group chat, too that all the significant others, including Noel and Matthias, are part of. There’s a bunch of them. They call themselves the WAGs.” Jones was practically bouncing with excitement.
I hummed happily. “Is he going to add you?”
“Oh, yes. He already did.” Jones jumped onto the couch next to me, his phone in his hand. “Maverick Frost is part of it. Maverick Frost, Charlie! He’s just so...” He sighed and dropped his forehead against my shoulder.
What the hell? “He’s what, Jonesy?” I tilted his head back up. “Do you have a crush on Maverick?”
