Page 50 of Wrapped in Red

“Holy shit.” He stared at me, his hand still in my briefs, and my hand wrapped around him. “That was...holy shit.” He broke into a huge smile before a loud giggle exploded from him. “That was intense. I thought I was going to pass out.”

A pink flush had worked its way up his chest and neck. I wasn’t used to seeing Ezra like this, but I liked it. He was usually so sure and confident.

I nodded as I tried to gather my thoughts. Words, what were words? I couldn’t think of any.

“We should wash up. Get breakfast before we head out. Maybe we’ll have time for a little quickie before going to the airport.” I pressed my mouth to his and felt the way his lips turned up into a smile before I pulled away.

“You okay, CC?”

“I’m more than okay, princess.”

Ezra’s mouth was on mine again, and I didn’t even care that his cum-covered hand,mycum, was now raking through my hair.

“I can’t wait to do that with you again.”

My cock certainly liked that idea, as it tried to rally up again.

“Me, too,” I whispered against his lips.

I love you, Carson.I could hear the words he whispered last night so clear in my head. It was on the tip of my tongue to bring it up until I heard the shrill ring of my cell phone.

“Somebody better be in jail,” I grumbled as I climbed from the bed to find my phone.

Ezra gave me a sleepy smile before he buried himself under the covers and wrapped them around him like a cocoon. What I wouldn’t give to be in there with him. Whispering sweet nothings in his ear before I got my mouth on him again. I located my phone still tucked into my dress pants and grimaced when I saw it was Watts. His ghosting the banquet last night was a little strange, but I had figured it was due to his health or something personal.

“Good morning,” I tried to sound like I wasn’t worried about him calling me so early or something worse.

“Hey, man. I hope I didn’t wake you up.” He sounded like I felt. Worried, nervous, and a little tired.

I swallowed as I glanced back at Ezra, who had the blanket wrapped around his head so only his mocha eyes were visible. I couldn’t help but smile when he blew me a kiss.

“No, I was up.” Giving my boyfriend a handy while he returned the favor. “Everything okay?”

“Uh, not really. I was really hoping to avoid this call,” Watts answered, and my stomach dropped. “We lost the sponsorship for your car for Daytona.”

I felt my knees buckle beneath me, and I hit the floor. “You...what?”

“We’re doing everything we can to find someone else. It’s so damn close to the race, less than two months, but if we can’t secure something soon, we’re not sure if you’ll be able to race,” Watts told me.

I felt hands in my hair and realized it was Ezra. He had no idea what was going on, but he was trying to calm me, his naked body pressed against me.

“I... Is there anything I can do?” I asked my boss.

“Do you know anyone who might be able to help?” Watts asked.

“I’m not sure.” I wrapped my free arm around Ezra’s waist to pull him against me. “I can ask around.”

Watts sighed softly on the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry, Carson, I really am. Look, if I hear anything, I’ll let you know. I’ll be in touch soon.” He hung up without saying goodbye, but that wasn’t uncommon with him.

“CC, what’s wrong?” Ezra cradled my head in his hands.

I shook my head. “I think I just lost my ride.”

“Well, that’s fucking bullshit. Give me your phone. I’ll call Watson Brooks back myself and give him a piece of my mind. Who does he think he is?”

A laugh burst from my chest despite the shitstorm that just landed in my lap. “God, you’re amazing.”

“What happened?” Ezra whispered. “He can’t just fire you.”