He starts scrambling off me like the seat’s caught fire, but I grip his waist tight, holding him down. Instinctively. Possessively.
“Alex… what the hell are you doing?” he hisses, his eyes wide, half fury, half terror.
“Where are you going?” I ask, brow furrowing slightly. My voice is even and calm, like this isn’t a big deal.
He stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. Then he swats at my hands and wriggles away from my lap, awkwardly climbing over the console, almost falling over, but manages to cross. I watch, entertained, as he finally drops into the passenger seat with a graceless thud.
“Cum’s leaking out of your ass,” I say, voice low, teasing. “You’re probably gonna stain the seat.”
He shoots me a death glare, his face flushing a deep, furious red.
“And whose fault is that?”
I can’t help the chuckle that slips from my mouth.
He’s glaring daggers as he yanks his pants up, cursing under his breath. Still flustered. Still glowing from what just happened. The contrast is beautiful. His shirt is barely buttoned, and his briefs, what’s left of them, are hopelessly soaked.
“Put your dick back in your pants,” he hisses, zipping up with shaky fingers. He’s all bossy now, but I can see the way his hands tremble slightly. “Button your shirt, Alex, please.”
fuck, he’s hot like this.
I button up my shirt, then tuck myself back in slowly, buckling my belt as the knock comes at my window, right on cue.
Lucas jolts in his seat, eyes flicking to the glass like he’s about to pass out.
My mother’s face peers in curiously, eyes narrowing slightly as she tries to make sense of the shapes through the tinted glass. She knocks again, sharper this time.
Lucas fidgets beside me, trying to fix his shirt and make himself look presentable. I watch him silently, waiting until he’s settled, his breath a little calmer, his clothes less chaotic.
Then I roll the window down, just enough.
“Mother,” I say evenly.
Her face comes into clearer view, her brows pinched with concern.
“Alexander, what’s going on?” she asks, voice calm but clearly suspicious. “Your grandfather’s been waiting for you.”
Her eyes flick briefly to Lucas.
“Lucas dear,” she says, “are you alright?”
He blinks like she just addressed him in Morse code. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but no sound comes out. His face turns a deeper, more tragic shade of red.
I pinch my thigh to stop myself from laughing. Fuck, he’s adorably awkward like a puppy caught doing something wrong. I can’t take my eyes off him.
Of course, my mother notices, not just because of Lucas but also because the car smells like sex, honestly whichever way I just know we’re fucked.
Her eyes narrow. She glares at me like she’s just uncovered my involvement in a national scandal.
“Alexander!” she scolds, voice sharp.
Then comes the rapid-fire storm of curses in Thai. Familiar. Brutal. Weirdly comforting.
“You and Maksim will be the death of me!”
She switches to Russian. It’s like a duet of disappointment. I let it wash over me like rain on a windshield, still trying not to grin.
Her eyes flick back to Lucas, and like magic, her whole demeanor shifts. Stern becomes sweet. A switch only she knows how to flip.
