In A Fix - Mary Calmes Page 0,71

a second old.”

“I do,” she said, studying my face. “But I have to tell you, this doesn’t feel new to me. Does it feel new to you?”

She and I had forged a relationship built on honesty; I would not derail it now. “No, it does not.”

She nodded. “Please come see me before you leave town. I don’t think I could bear it any other way.”

“Yes, ma’am, I certainly will.”

She took a breath. “Everyone, the boys have to go. Duty calls.”

I unrolled my shirtsleeves as Dallas held my jacket for me, sliding it up over my shoulders and then passing me my watch, which he’d been holding.

“We’ll see you later,” Dallas told his mother, giving her a kiss on the cheek before he turned to Thad, who had moved to stand beside his wife, to say goodbye, and held out his arms.

Jackie squeaked ever so softly as Thad, utterly overwhelmed, if his slack expression was any indication, gave him a hug. Dallas pulled back quickly, not lingering, held up his hand to the room, and then grabbed my bicep.

“Next time, I’ll finish all the dishes,” I promised her.

“I don’t care,” she told me. “Just come back; dinner cleanup is not a requirement.”

Following Dallas out, I closed the door behind us and kept pace with him until we reached his vintage SUV. Inside, he took a deep breath, calming himself, and then pulled slowly out of the driveway.

“You’re really great with my mother,” he told me.

“That’s because your mother is lovely, and she’s exactly how I always imagined mothers should be,” I assured him, checking to see if I had a lube packet in the pocket of my blazer. As callous and calculating as it was, I made sure that I always had a condom and lube in every suit jacket, because one never knew when supplies would be needed.

“Well, she’s crazy about you,” he told me. “But that only makes sense.”

My pulse was racing, I could feel the heat on my neck and face, and my cock had thickened so fast it was almost painful.

He was on the freeway quickly, and I would have made it until we got back, but he reached over and took my hand, lifting it to his lips, and sucked my thumb into his mouth.

“Get off here,” I directed.

“What?”

“Now,” I barked at him.

He merged over to the exit and pulled off.

“Make a right at the light,” I told him, and he did it without question. I directed him to a gas station that appeared to be closed, and we pulled into the lot, then behind the building.

“Turn off the car,” I ordered, reaching under my seat to pull up on the lever and shoving back hard, making it slide fast on the track, making room for my legs and, more importantly, for his.

“Take off your shoes, take off your pants, and come here.”

He choked on a gasp, and as he toed off the monk straps I’d loaned him and fought with his belt and button and zipper, I slowly, methodically loosened my own clothing and slid my jeans and underwear to my knees. Pulling the lube packet from my pocket, I used my teeth to tear it open, and greased my cock, quick and dirty, wiping my hand on my dress shirt because it didn’t matter in the least.

He got one leg out of his pants and climbed over the console, reaching for my cock and lining it up with his hole, notching it against his cleft, his eyes meeting mine.

“Kiss me,” I ordered, and he bent forward as he sank down a fraction over my cock, the slide slow, as his tongue slipped into my mouth.

His clenching muscles resisted, but I gripped his thighs, widening them, changing the angle so his weight dropped him over my shaft, impaling him fast and without warning.

He broke the kiss and cried out, and I stilled, scared that I’d hurt him in my haste, but his hands gripped my shoulders so he could rise, only to lever back down.

I took his face in my hands and claimed his mouth savagely, mauling him into submission, sucking on his tongue as he whimpered and rutted against me, taking me deeper inside with each roll of his hips.

“Jesus, Dallas,” I said against his lips, “you feel so good wrapped around me.”

“You always—Croy!”

The fact that him fully seated on top of me was making it difficult for him to form a sentence was a very good sign.

“I love that you couldn’t wait until