My Young Rebel Daddy (The Young Daddies #3)

8. Jason

Chapter 8

Jason

I have to be totally real and say that right now, my life is looking as good as it ever has done – and I truly mean that.

What more can I say?

Mine and the baby boy’s relationship is going from strength to strength. We’re finding out so much about one another, both when it comes to us as people and also through exploring our kinks and desires together.

Working on Nick’s building project has been a game changer too – and not just for me either, my crew is loving working independently. Seriously, anything beats being stuck on a big commercial site where the wrong word might get you kicked off by an asshole site manager.

Oh, and did I mention that the weather was on point too?

So, yeah, life is good for me – and I’m determined to keep it looking that way.

Speaking of which, me and the guys are due a morning break…

‘Taylor, it’s your turn to hit the coffee spot to pick up some iced lattes,’ I say, winking at Kyle at the same time. ‘Ain’t that right, Kyle?’

‘Yup, sure is,’ Kyle laughs. ‘I’ll have mine with extra ice, Taylor. And make sure they don’t hold back with the coffee shots either.’

‘Hell no!’ Taylor says, shaking his head. ‘I’m pretty damn sure that I got the morning coffees yesterday?’

‘Ha! I’m just choking your chain, bro,’ I bellow. ‘I’ve got the coffees on order. They should be here any… minute… now.’

Just like that, I look over toward the boundary of Nick’s building plot and see the cycle courier from the coffee spot pulling up.

We’ve been working hard all morning and have certainly earned this triple-shot caffeine injection.

The early part of the morning was spent down at the timber yard waiting for our order of timber frame to be made up. As we waited, I was messaging with Nick and things were getting all steamy – something that didn’t go unnoticed by the guys.

Obviously, I didn’t reveal the specifics of the messages but both Taylor and Kyle knew for sure that it was probably leaning more toward the X-rated than a typical message exchange.

And even now, as we take our iced coffees and find a spot to sit, the subject of mine and Nick’s sex life isn’t too far from my friends’ minds…

‘So… is it true what they say about older boys?’ Taylor says, arching his eyebrow.

‘And that means what exactly?’ I say, drinking down one third of my iced latte in one attempt.

‘Come on, don’t be shy,’ Taylor replies, a broad grin on his face. ‘You know exactly what I mean.’

‘Listen, if you’re not able to explain it, then I guess you won’t get an answer,’ I laugh, not willing to give in and spill the beans quite that easily.

‘What Taylor is trying to ask is whether your boy gives head like a champ?’ Kyle laughs, evidently not feeling remotely embarrassed about going direct to the point.

‘Ha! I think you can both guess,’ I say. ‘I mean, have I been in a good mood today? Or a great mood?’

The three of us laugh together.

It’s good to be able to share this kind of things with my friends. I respect Nick too much to divulge too many specifics, but I think it’s okay for me to make it clear that I’m more than satisfied with our sexual connection.

‘Right then,’ I say, finishing off my iced coffee and feeling ready to get back to work. ‘I think we’ve talked enough and got enough caffeine in us to power an army. Let’s get back to work men. It’s time to show the world that our crew is the best in this town. We’ve got a dream home to build.’

But as much as I want to establish my credentials as a builder, my real motivation for this project is none other than my darling baby boy Nick.

As far as I’m concerned, this is going to be the best God damn house – not just on this block, but in the whole fucking town.

‘That’s it, over here, over here, down!’ I call out, guiding Kyle and Taylor as they move some timber from one corner of the site to the other. ‘Good work guys, let’s take a minute.’

‘ Awww , someone wants to message his baby boy!’ Kyle roars, shaking with laughter.

‘Bro, how do you fancy going back to working on a commercial construction site?’ I bite back, not impressed.

But I can’t stay mad for long.

And the thing is – Kyle’s right!

I do in fact want to send Nick a message. I know he’ll be busy at work, so instead of calling I definitely think a message is the way to go. That way, if he’s ass deep in roses or tulips he can keep on working and get back to me when he has a moment.

Baby boy… I hope you are having a brilliant day. All good here, we’re moving the timber to make space for the heavy steel order we have coming in. And yeah – we ARE all topless! It’s hot as hell here and if I can tan while I work, I’m going to do it! Catch you later, Daddy XoXo.

Yay! I was just about to message you but thought you would be too busy. I’ve been buzzing around like the busiest bee in the hive all day. Honestly, the customers haven’t stopped coming in. I’ve taken more orders than I can ever remember taking… well, apart from when it’s you dishing them out to me hehe! I can’t wait to see you later, Daddy. Nick XoXoXoXoXo

Damn, this boy’s a beautiful soul. I know it might sound corny, but I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like him – no, that’s not true at all, I know I haven’t met anyone even close to him in the cuteness stakes.

But if I think I can stand here daydreaming and being all slushy, I might just have to think again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Nick’s dreaded next door neighbor peering over the boundary wall – and it looks like he’s got something to say…

‘You! Yes, you!’ Christopher Snoot shouts, his squawking voice making both Kyle and Taylor chuckle.

‘How can I help you?’ I say, walking over toward him, keen to at least attempt a civil dialogue.

As I approach Christopher, I can tell that he’s not in the mood to be making small talk.

His silver hair is blowing in the breeze and flapping across his face, apparently causing him a fair degree of irritation.

‘Hey,’ I say, standing on the opposite side of the boundary and offering my hand. ‘Okay, I guess not.’

I shake my head and stare at Snoot.

It’s never a good sign when a man refuses your offer of an introductory handshake, and it becomes immediately clear to me that this is never going to be a love connection.

‘You and your… men… are making too much noise!’ Snoot snaps, his grey-yellow eyes unblinking with rage.

‘Sir, this is a construction site,’ I say, trying to keep an even tone. ‘There’s going to be noise. We made sure not to start too early, and you can rest assured we’ll be done by four thirty at the latest.’

‘But… urgh … I’m trying to work!’ Snoot snaps back. ‘How am I supposed to focus when you lumbering brutes are crashing around?’

This guy is not going to be an easy neighbor.

The reality of building work is that it’s noisy – and Snoot clearly understands this, he just wants to cause some shit.

‘Okay, well might I suggest some ear plugs?’ I say, losing my cool. ‘And maybe perhaps you could also remove that giant stick from inside your ass?’

‘ Aargh !’ Snoot says, shaking his head in fury. ‘You might think you’re funny now but believe me when I say that this is not over!’

‘Have a good day, Snooty!’ I reply, shaking my head and walking back to the guys who are by now rolling on the floor in laughter.

‘And that is why I’m glad that I’m not the boss,’ Taylor says, barely able to speak from laughing so hard.

‘Another iced latte?’ I say, rolling my eyes. ‘Come on, let’s do that asshole a favor and walk to the coffee shop this time. Hell, we might even finish at 4:29 this afternoon too!’

Laughing, the three of us walk off site to get our caffeine hit.

But as we walk, I can’t help but wonder what exactly did Snoot mean when he said this wasn’t over?