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Chapter Forty-One

Theodore

Tobias is quiet on the way home, which I’m thankful for.

I need time to work through what I’m feeling.

He’s not wrong in saying I have no right to be upset about this situation with Brandon because we weren’t together, but that doesn’t stop me from being upset about it.

And also, I’m lying to him about something much bigger, so I really have no right to be mad about this, but I can’t help it.

Brandon is slimy. I can tell what kind of person he is just by looking at him.

He’s going to be a thorn in our side, and it’s clear he knows my family, though I’m not sure how.

What if he does some digging and finds out about me not breaking off the engagement?

Not for a second would I doubt that he wouldn't tell Tobias. Men like Brandon are entitled, and I bet he feels ownership over Tobias. The entire situation is messy, and most of it is none of my business. Maybe it’s all my lies, piled on top of the other, that are making me act this way .

If Tobias chooses to keep his job at the rehab, that’s his call.

If he chooses to let Brandon blackmail him, that’s also his call, but I don’t have to like it.

Though, catching flies with honey is much more effective, so I need to communicate my concerns with him nicely and not cause an argument.

The last thing I want to do is argue with him.

When we pull into my garage, we both get out. I move around the car toward the house door, but Tobias stops me.

“Talk to me,” he says, his hazel eyes searching mine. “Please. I don’t want you mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you,” I say with a heavy breath. “That was just a lot that I wasn’t expecting, and I should not have gotten upset with you the way that I did. I’m sorry.”

With a sigh, his arms slip around me and he pulls me close.

“Please do not let that man come between us. He’s ruined enough for me,” he says, choking up and hugging me a little tighter.

I wrap my arms around him. “I promise I won’t.”

If only I could promise that nothing else will either…

I pull back, grasping his face with both hands and going in to kiss him. He grinds against me, groaning into my mouth and walking me backwards until the backs of my thighs hit something. He laughs against my mouth, reaching down to cup my balls.

“Let me fuck you on the car,” he says darkly.

I glance behind me to realize I’m leaning against the Mustang .

I huff out a laugh. “Seriously?”

He nods, biting on his bottom lip. “I think it’ll be the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

I shrug my coat off, tossing it to the floor.

It needs to be dry cleaned, anyway. He uses the kissing break to get his clothes off, so I do the same.

Our eyes graze over each other, watching as we lose each piece of fabric.

Before his pants come down, he reaches into his pocket to pull something out.

He tosses it at me, and I catch it, laughing when I see what it is.

“Were you hoping for a quickie in the bathroom of Alejandro’s?” I ask, holding up the lube packet.

“Or on the side of the road.” He shrugs.

He drops his pants then plucks the packet from my hand, his mouth going to my neck.

“You’re taking too long,” he growls, spinning me around and forcing me onto the hood of the car. My hands jerk outward, hitting the hood before my face does. Tobias tears my pants down, kicking my legs as far as they’ll go with the pants still around my ankles.

“Fuck,” I growl, my breath fogging the car. It's not as cold in here as it is outside, but I keep it cool because it's better for the cars.

“You ever been fucked on the hood of a car, Theo?” he asks in a tone I almost don’t recognize.

“No.”

I hear him open the packet, and soon enough the gel is spread over my hole and there are two fingers inside me. I groan, my dick aching as it presses against the hard hood of the car.

“You want me to take my time with you?” he asks.

“No,” I grit out. “Fuck me—now.”

I’m certain if this were anyone else, I would not be as comfortable with them. Tobias has proven that I can trust him, especially with my body. Even when he’s rough, he’s careful not to hurt me.

One hand slides up my spine, nails digging in while the other guides his dick to where it needs to be.

He pushes inside me, and I do my best to stay relaxed and let him in.

The more I do that, the easier it goes inside.

His thick cock slides in all in one go, and it’s uncomfortable, burning a little, but being inside me feels so fucking right.

All of this does. Everything about him. Tobias behind me, fucking me bent over this car.

Dinner. Holding his hand. Him being in my house.

It’s all so right. I can’t lose this. I can’t.

It’s so much more important than money or any other safety net my family gives me.

The thought has tears stinging my eyes. I was worried I’d like this too much.

I was never worried about falling for him so quickly, yet… here we are.

“This is my ass, isn’t it?” he growls, grasping a handful of it.

“Yes, all yours.”

“It’s the only one I want. You know that, right?” He slams into me, and I groan deeply.

“Yeah,” I whimper .

“You promise?” he asks, his voice cracking. “Tell me you promise. Say you promise that you know you’re the only one I want.”

“I promise!” I shout, my fingers looking for something to grab onto, but all I’m met with is sleek metal.

With each thrust, my dick gets crushed against the car and though it was hurting, it’s now feeling kind of good. I don’t think cum on the car paint will be good for it, but fuck it… I’m not telling him to stop.

He leans over me, putting his body weight on me and making it impossible to breathe. “I’m going to cum so deep in your ass, you’ll feel me for days.”

“God, yes. Please!” I wheeze out.

Tobias kisses my neck before biting me, hard enough I feel the pinch of pain but not so bad that he breaks skin. I think there will be a mark there, and that has me crazy.

“Tobias,” I whine.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he says, lifting off me and going back to fucking me hard . “Let me come, and then I’ll take care of you.”

Fuck, this man…

“You feel so good,” he praises. “You make me feel so good, Theo. This ass is so perfect. Your body is so fucking hot.” Kissing down my spine, he keeps thrusting.

“I’m going to come for you, baby. I’m going to come inside this tight ass of mine so fucking good,” he says before letting out a rumbling grunt and stilling inside me, throbbing out his release .

He pulls right out, spinning me around and dropping to his knees to take me into his mouth.

Gripping my hips, he shoves me to the back of his throat, swallowing around me, which has me skyrocketing over the edge and shooting right down his throat before I can process what’s happening.

I moan so loudly, it echoes around us, grasping at his hair so I don’t fall over.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, looking up at me and wiping his mouth.

“Don’t,” I tell him through panting.

He stands, cupping my cheeks between his hands. “I can’t let him ruin something else in my life. Not this.”

If only he knew that I’m the one who’s going to ruin it… Hell, if I’m being honest, I ruined it on day one.

After showering, changing into clean clothes, and letting Biscuit outside, we settle onto the couch to watch a movie. We fall asleep a short time later and I wake up sometime in the middle of the night and get Biscuit into her cage before moving us to the bed.

When I wake in the morning, I see the note on my bathroom mirror from where I lay on the bed—something he does each morning before he leaves, so I know he’s gone.

I slide my hand to his side of the bed. It’s cold, so he’s been gone for a while.

Leaving notes and not waking me is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.

Tobias does everything with thought and meaning.

It’s special. Nothing is ever done for show .

I get out of bed and go right for the note.

I’ll be thinking of you until I see you again.

xo, Tobias

I hold the paper to my chest and close my eyes. I need to fix this before I destroy everything—especially him. There’s only one way to fix this. When Marianne gets back from New York, I’m going to tell her the truth.