“Training. I know you must hit the gym. You’re already a hard body. I want to be involved, set some of your schedule.” I palmed his solid pecs. “You’re my sub, and I’m going to get all the envious looks when I’m out with you.”
“Don’t you mean me, Sir? I’ll get envious looks?”
I couldn’t help how smug I was feeling at having him. “No. I said what I said.” I gave him a kiss that left my mouth feeling bruised, and I could’ve lifted a mountain when he held on to the back of my neck as I tried to straighten, just so he could kiss me longer. I left him standing there half hard and went toward the front of the garage.
“If you take care of that—” I said, pointing. He glanced down. “—send me a pic for proof. I want to see how much you have left in your balls.” I grinned as he turned and rested his face against the doorjamb. His embarrassment was all the more amusing considering I’d had my tongue in his ass less than twenty minutes ago. I lifted the garage door, and when I glanced back, he’d already shut the inside door. Shrugging, I secured the garage and went on my way.
I groaned when I caught sight of my car. Somehow, while I’d been buried in Flynn’s delicious ass, I’d forgotten about the damage. I floated my way home anyway, not giving a shit about the car making unhappy noises every time I took a corner. I’d have to get it fixed, but it didn’t seem important right now. When I turned in to the lane that led to my house I was happily reliving licking my tongue over Flynn’s muscles. I’d progressed to ruminating on the joy of sinking into his hole as I stopped the car. I parked near the cobblestone front path and flung open my door with every intention of going inside to jerk off. Hell, maybe I’d send him some pics.
“Oh my sweet holy hell, Judge! Are you okay?”
I cringed as Papa opened the door of his white Mercedes and got out. He often worked late, so I wasn’t surprised we were getting home at the same time, but I was unprepared. He was a short, slim man, blond and pale in every way that me, Jury, and Dad weren’t. Somehow, compact as he was, he moved like lightning and was at my side too fast for my brain to kick into gear. Damn it, I’d been worried about Flynn doing stupid shit and making bad decisions while he was high from fucking, but I barely remembered the drive home. I gave Papa a dopey grin that had his eyebrows shooting high before I coughed and frowned at him.
“Uh... yep. I’m fine.” I puffed out my cheeks and tried to think of something else to say.
He gestured at the car, his blue eyes wide and his mouth moving with no sound coming out. Finally he gasped and grabbed my arm. “Why didn’t you call me? Or your dad? Did you get insurance info from the other driver? Was it a hit and run? Did you—”
“Papa!”
He lunged and dragged me into a hug, and I sighed, holding him close. He sniffed and leaned back from me, a hilarious thinking pout stuck on his face as he studied me. Yeah, if he caught a whiff of sex funk there was no way I wanted to start that conversation with him. I flushed hot and rubbed at my cheeks. “I’m fine, and no to all those questions.”
He gaped. “What? Why?”
I glanced away while I tried desperately to make my brain work for thinking about things other than Flynn. “Shit.”
“Oh, was it your fault?” He sighed. “You still needed to give out your info even if we want to handle it privately.” Now he was giving me the same glare he used when I was chasing Jury around punching him—of course, he never saw Jury start things, only me finishing them.
“No, it wasn’t my fault.” I tried not to glance away because then I would look guilty, but it was so hard to stare into Papa’s sincere face and not feel like I was up to no good... especially since I sort of had been. “The guy who was trying to sleep with my boyfriend rammed it.” I squinted at the sky and scratched the back of my head, waiting for the explosion.
“Oh. My. God. The who that was what? That poor boy! He must have been terrified!”
“We weren’t in the car.”
“Good.” Papa shook my arm until I glanced at him. “That is still scary. Is he okay? Are you okay?”
“We established a yes on me, and yes, he’s fine.” I smiled at Papa, but he didn’t seem convinced.
“We’re calling the cops.” Papa pointed to the ground and used his seriousno candy after ten at nightvoice.
“No,” I said, turning to walk toward the front door.
“Yes, we are.” Papa was gearing up to rant, and I sighed.
“No. It will cause problems.” I was regretting not using my fucking head when I left Flynn’s. I could’ve dropped the Lexus off at the dealership and avoided all this.
Papa grabbed my arm and dragged me to a stop. If I wasn’t so tall he would be able to force me to look at him, but I stared over his head, and he growled. I ended up smirking, and he sighed.
“Since when do you have a boyfriend? Is this why you texted today to tell me you wanted to get an apartment?” He tugged on my arm, trying to get me to look at him.
I closed my eyes. This was going to turn into an ugly all-night conversation if I wasn’t careful. I forced my brain to kick back on after the wonderful way it had shut down with Flynn. “Yes.” I glanced at him and went with myI didn’t do anything wrongsmile.
Unfortunately for me, Papa only seemed to be getting closer to panic mode, and he grasped my wrist tighter. “If you care about this boy, we need to call the police. If someone did that with you there, what might they do while he’s alone?” He widened his eyes at me.
“Trust me, Papa. I pissed the guy off. It was me informing him, in no uncertain terms, that his dick wasn’t going near my man that caused this.” I gestured at my busted-up car.
Papa cleared his throat and snickered. I’d never seen that type of smile on his face and didn’t like it. “You did what now?”
Scowling, I shrugged.
