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Chapter 9

Each passing second felt like agony. Jackson was finally close to getting what he wanted—owning Landon, body, mind, and soul, and he was afraid his love might slip away from his fingers at the last minute, and he wouldn't be able to get what he had been patiently waiting for, for the past five years.

As he gripped the steering wheel, his blood pumped and the urge to go faster consumed him whole, yet despite the temptation, he knew better. Fuck, he couldn't wait to bury himself deep into his lover and fuck him silly. Hehe, it was finally happening! He felt like a child on Christmas morning once again, all happy and giddy to unwrap his present.

The second he reached Landon's drive-thru, he pulled in, stepped out of the car, and made for the front door. He shoved at it, only to frown when the door didn't budge open like he expected.

"Landon!" he yelled and hammered onto it. "McCoy—open the door!"

Not a minute later the door swung open by a frowning Landon with wet hair, who looked deeply displeased by Jackson's antics. It seemed he had taken a bath too, and had already changed his racing suit for more casual wear; shorts and a white tank top that showed his muscles—looking way too sexy. So hot, Jackson might just die on the spot at his lover's sheer handsomeness.

"Would it kill you to keep it down a little?" Landon asked. "I got neighbors you know."

"I told you to keep the door open."

Jackson pushed inside, annoyed by Landon's tone. He needed to teach him respect, to make him understand who was in control, and stop looking at him like a fucking child. He only hoped that after today the older man would become so drunk on the best sex ever! That he'd be swooning over his feet. Oh, he could practically see it now, and what a pretty sight it'd be.

Landon sighed before following Jackson into the foyer of his home. "Yeah, that ain't gonna happen," he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel. "Listen here, if we gon' do this... You need to know that I ain't never slept with another Alpha before."

Immediately Jackson stopped in his tracks before he spun around to look Landon in the eyes. Pink colored Landon's cheeks, though he pretended to be unaffected by plastering an emotionless face. Jackson grinned. His lover wasn't lying. That meant he had him all to himself... the things he would do. He bit his lower lip to stifle a groan, though the bulge pressing against his suit proved how turned-on this made him. When Landon saw this, the old timer simply rolled his eyes before walking away: Jackson followed as he asked:

"So you're telling me... you never been fuck in—"

"No—goddamnit. No," Landon interrupted before looking over his shoulder at Jackson, eyes doubled in disbelief.

As they stepped further into Landon's home, the taste of Texas was sour on Jackson's tongue. Everything seemed so... old-timey and boring; he wanted to throw up.

The walls were cream brown, the tables were light brown, the staircase was deep brown, everything was brown! And why were there so many hillbilly hats hanging on the wall? At least the lights were a warm white, though not the kool neons he had back home. They also pass by a shit-ton of picture frames taken during races and get-togethers with his lover's friends and that, ugh, Omega woman. He needed to take that down. And where were all of his trophies and plaques? Jackson's eyes wandered, though he found none. Maybe he had a trophy room? Or maybe he took everything to Texas which he considered his real home??

When he neared the stairs, he asked, "Sooo.. not even with toys?"

Landon nodded. "None of that."

"You're those judgemental Alphas, aren't you old timer?"