Chapter Thirty-Six
Cole
Iwatched Reed eat a quarter of the omelet I made, a piece of toast, and a cup of black coffee, then I dragged him upstairs and edged him in the shower until he sobbed and begged me to let him come. Reed had never looked more beautiful than with the water streaming down his face and shoulders, his eyes dark with lust and his hands fisted at his sides.
I told him he couldn’t touch me or himself as I washed his smooth skin with body wash, taking extra special care of his swollen cock. Reed’s balls and taint were probably cleaner than they had been in a long time. But it was the tears in his eyes when he whispered “please” in my ear that pushed me over the edge. He looked wrecked, absolutely destroyed, and I couldn’t stand to see him look that way anymore.
Reed came the second I wrapped my mouth around him. His loud scream echoed through the bathroom as his legs trembled beneath him. He happily accepted the cum I fed him, his tongue licking and sucking at my mouth to make sure he got it all.
“Jesus Christ, Casanova,” Reed gasped. He leaned his head back against the tile and closed his eyes. A smile spread across his face. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
When he started to drop to his knees, I stopped him. “That was for you, baby.” I kissed him lightly, his lips warm and soft against mine.
“I love you,” Reed whispered.
I slanted our lips together again, slipped an arm around his slim waist, and pulled him flush against me. “I love you, too.”
We stood there for a little longer. As the sound of the water and our breaths filled the room. I knew we had to think about leaving for the track, but I just wanted this moment to last a few moments longer. Just the two of us wrapped up in one another. I would have to leave for Seattle soon and leave all of this behind.
“We should probably think about going soon. I don’t want to be late for the race. This is a big day for Silas.” Reed’s lips brushed my ear. “But this feels nice.”
I hummed in agreement. “I could stay like this forever.” I squeezed him just a little together, and he giggled softly.
“But...” Reed untangled himself from my grip. “I need to be there for my brother.” He twisted off the water and smiled at me. His green eyes glittered with happiness. “You’re sure about this?”
I nodded. “Yeah, baby, I am. I want the world to know who I belong to.” I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and handed it to him before I wrapped my own around my waist.
“Does that mean I get to plaster pictures of us on my socials?”
“As long as I get to do that same thing.”
He launched himself at me, his mouth against mine and his hands in my hair. “Really?”
“Yeah, baby, really.” I felt his lips turn up into a smile against mine. “I’m yours and you’re mine. And everyone is going to know.”
Reed squealed with happiness. He sprinted into the bedroom, and I watched from the doorway as he dug through the small bag he had. Shirts, tops and—wait, was that a pair of lace underwear?—flew through the air. He spun around to hold up a shirt that had his brother’s name plastered on it.
“I’m wearing this!” he announced, then grabbed a pair of baggy jeans. “And these.”
“What about these?” I reached down to pick up the underwear. Yep, they were frilly, black, and all lace.
Reed grabbed them from my hand. “Those are for later.”
“Mm, but it would be so hot to know you’re wearing them underneath your pants. Only I will know, and I can think about how I’ll remove them from your hot-as-fuck body when we get home.” Reed’s pupils dilated, and I smirked.
He twisted his lips to the right. “You’re right.” He dropped the towel and shimmied into them. They fit his body like a glove, and his dick looked perfect hidden behind the fabric.
“Will you pull them off with your teeth?”
“Anything you want, baby,” I whispered.
I HAD NEVER BEEN TOan official NASCAR race before, despite both of my fathers being friends with some of the drivers. Or the fact that Killian was part owner of Brooks Racing, the team Silas was going to be racing for today. The place was packed to capacity when we finally stepped into the garage area. It was wall-to-wall drivers, crew members, and fans as they got ready for the longest race of the season.
I spotted Silas just as he saw us. Reed rushed across the garage to engulf his brother in a hug, and they jumped up and down in excitement. Several people turned to look at them but didn’t seem too fazed. It was hard not to get wrapped up in all of this. This could be Silas’s big break. And I understood that completely.
“You remember Cole, right?” Reed grabbed my hand once I was close enough.
Silas grinned. “Of course.” He stuck out his hand, and when I took it, he pulled me into a side hug. “Good to see you, bro.” He was taller than I remembered. He was about my height of six-two but bulkier in the shoulders and body.