Good Boy by Megan Lowe
Chapter 8
The Mustang R-SPEC is a beautiful car. It’s the most potent, performance-focused Mustang ever and is an individually numbered, limited edition piece of American muscle.
And number thirteen, in a beautiful Velocity Blue, is all mine.
“How…?” I manage to choke out.
Amy shrugs while Jase bounces up and down.
“I’ve seen the effort you’ve been putting in this past month, and it is your eighteenth birthday, so I asked Jase what car he thought you’d want.” She stops and swallows. “It also might be an apology, not that I can apologize enough, about how the past few years have gone and, ah, my, um, you know, not really being there.”
I nod.
“But this doesn’t mean you can go off the rails again, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” I reply, giving her a smile.
“Go on.” She hands me the keys.
I run around to the driver side while Jase jumps in the passenger side.
I lower his window and lean over him to talk to her. “You don’t want to come?”
She waves a hand. “You guys go and have fun, but, ah, try to stick to the state, okay?”
“Who wants to go to Wisconsin anyway?” Jase asks.
“Go!” she says again as I start the car, the engine purring.
At the sound, Jase and I look at each other, massive smiles on our faces.
“This car….”
“She wanted to get you something you’d like.”
I run my hands over the steering wheel. “I’m not saying this makes up for her not being with us through everything, but it does help. A bit.”
“She is trying, Con.”
“I know, I just can’t…. It’s hard.”
I spare him a glance, and he nods.
I blow out a breath. “But I’ll try, okay?”
“Good.”
“I mean, a car like this deserves some effort, right?”
“Definitely.”
“Want to see what it can do?” I ask, taking the turn that will lead us to the freeway.
“Let’s do it!”
The car drives like a dream, as you would expect, and pulling into the student parking lot on Monday, I know there are a lot of eyes on it—and me, once I park and get out.
“Oooh, fancy,” Chloe says, coming over to us.
“It’s not fancy,” I tell her. “It’s a goddamn work of art, a limited edition of the most potent Mustang ever.”
“All right, all right. Are you going to drive it or fuck it?”
“He’s going to look like a pussy when it’s left in the dust,” Cav says, shutting the door of his Chevelle.
I chuckle and shake my head.
“Seriously,” he says, “you think your car has anything on mine?”
I shrug. I’m not going to engage him on this. I will not engage. Even though he’s dead wrong and I would die to see my car up against his. The sheer amount of horsepower that would be involved in that race… It would be a car lover’s wet dream, all their Christmases come at once.
“This is the car of cars, a dream, an enigma, a goddamn fucking unicorn. Your shiny, fresh-off-the-assembly-line tin can might look good, but that’s all it does. You know it, I know it, they know it.” He nods to the gathered crowd.
He steps closer to me, his rich, woodsy scent with a hint of engine oil invading my senses. “You think you can show me up, boy? In my own school? It was a sweet effort, but in the end, it’s going to fall embarrassingly short for you. I restored this car with my own hands. Hour upon hour of my blood, sweat, and tears has gone into this car. You think you can challenge me with something that just rolled off the showroom floor?” He laughs and pats my cheek. “Good try, but not good enough,” he says before walking off.
“I wasn’t trying to show you up,” I say, even though he’s far enough away that he can’t hear me.
“Oof,” Chloe says as she heads toward the school building as well.
“Dude…,” Jase says.
“I didn’t do anything!” I say. “I never do anything but that doesn’t seem to register with anyone. This is all him!”
“And you’re not interested in him?” Jase asks.
“Of course I’m not.”
He looks at me.
“Okay, fine, he’s good-looking, but that’s it. The guy is an A-grade bully. I’m just trying to get through my senior year so I can get out of here.”
“Out of here?” Jase asks, his voice strangled.
“Shit. I mean—”
“It’s okay, I get it.”
“Jase,” I grab his arm as he turns to walk away. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just….”
“You want to be somewhere where you can forget about everything.”
“I just want to be normal,” I tell him.
He gives me a sad smile. “I hate to tell you, but you’ll never be normal.”
I sigh.
“I just… miss them, so much.”
Jase throws his arm around my shoulders. “I know. Me too.”
“Mom would’ve loved this car, wouldn’t she?”
He nods. “I think you would’ve been lucky to have it to yourself. She’d be asking to borrow it on a daily basis.”
I laugh.
“It’s a great car.”
“It is.”
“I should be nicer to Amy for it.”
“You should. You should be nicer to everyone.”
“I am nice! It’s other people who aren’t nice to me.”
He rolls his eyes.
“What? It’s true.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“I’m trying to be good,” I tell him. Cav might be getting his digs in, but I won’t react.
“Good, keep doing that.”
“I will.”
“But what he said about the Mustang not being able to keep up with his Chevelle? Dead wrong.”
I manage a smile. “Thanks, kid.” I sling my arm around his neck. “You’re a good one, you know that?”
“It’s because I have an awesome big brother to look up to.”
My phone ringing drags me from the hell that is my calculus homework.
“I didn’t think I’d hear from you again,” I say in greeting.
James chuckles. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was a dick.”
“Good thing I happen to like dicks then, isn’t it?”
“I guess it is.”
I sigh and run my hand through my hair. “Let’s just forget that whole conversation ever happened.”
“Sounds good to me. How was your day?” he asks.
“Ha! Pretty shitty, actually.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s fine, I’m just having a sort of hard time at school and I want to forget all about it.” Even if Cav’s blue-gray eyes are proving to be impossible to forget about.
“Cav causing problems?” he asks.
“Can we not talk about Cav?”
“That is absolutely not a problem. In fact, if you remember correctly, I’ve been asking not to talk about him for ages.”
“Okay, smart-ass.”
“You’d love to take my smart ass.”
“Fuck yeah, I would,” I reply, my dick jerking to life in my shorts.
“Would you bend me over? Take me from behind? Tower over me, feeling like you own me?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I counter. “Being completely at my mercy, my fingers in your ass, teasing your prostate, stretching you, filling you.”
He groans, and just like that I go from half to full mast.
“I want to see you,” I moan, freeing my erection and giving it a tug.
“How’s that?” he asks.
I pull the phone away from my ear and see a tanned body and a hard dick.
“So much better,” I say, switching the camera around so it shows the same thing.
“I want to watch you,” he tells me.
“Yeah? You get off on me getting off?” I give myself a squeeze.
“Fuck.”
I stroke myself again.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he encourages.
I milk myself, a drop of precum beading at my tip, and use it to give myself some lubrication.
“Look at what you’re doing to me,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “Yeah? It’s a two-way street, buddy.” He runs his thumb over his crown, collecting his own drop of precum. That star-shaped scar is stark against his tan skin.
“I bet you’d feel good in my hand. Long and hard and thick.”
“Fuck yeah, I would,” he replies.
“I’d take us in my hand, jerking us both, bringing us close so I could feel your skin against mine.”
“Mmm,” he moans.
“Do you like that?” I ask. “Want that?”
He arches his back, thrusting into his palm harder, faster. “Yes,” he breathes.
I match my pace with his.
“But that’s not where you want me, is it?”
“No.”
“You want me in your ass. Your hot, tight ass.”
“Yes, that’s where I want you,” he groans.
“You want me thrusting into you, grabbing your hips and pulling you down on me, bouncing on my dick.”
“Fuck, Connor.”
“Are you close?” I ask.
“So close.”
“I know. I can see it. You want it, need it, don’t you?”
“So bad,” he breathes.
“Come for me,” I whisper, watching as he does, long streams of cum landing on his stomach.
“Shit, James,” I call as I follow him.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he mumbles.
“It’s messy as fuck,” I say, leaning over to grab some tissues to clean up with.
“But oh so worth it,” he retorts.
“Definitely.”