Chapter 10 December #2
“Oh.” That must have been what happened the first time I’d ever seen my purple-haired boy. “He’s not going to bother you again. I promise.” I kissed the top of his head.
Someone stuck out a card. “I’m happy to help you get a restraining order on the douche.” When I took the card and pocketed it, he offered a hand. “I’m Quinn Setzer. I work for Drew.” He nodded toward the doors where Drew and Ward had removed this Brian character.
“Thank you. We’ll call.”
“Please do. I don’t like my boys’ friends being harassed.” He scrunched his face up but failed to look menacing.
“Come on, hero. Let’s grab a drink and give these guys some space.
” The man who walked him away with a nod was Royce Mabry.
I’d met him a few weeks before at Ward’s house.
He was best friends with Jax and Todd, the young man who made drinks at my birthday party.
These guys were so interconnected that it was difficult to keep them all straight.
I shook my head to clear it. The only thing that mattered was Joey. I pulled him into my arms again. “You okay?”
“Am now.” He exhaled long and slow. “Maybe I need a drink.”
“Come on, let Daddy take care of you.”
We went back to the party, and the rest of the evening was busy but uneventful, and actually a great success. When all was said and done and the last guest left, we’d managed to raise two million dollars for Sage.
Joey also had a great night personally, picking up a few new sponsors and a couple of job offers.
A lot of people were impressed with what he’d managed to pull off.
It wasn’t only the marketing or social media, but the entire strategy.
And he had great follow-up, taking a lot of pictures of the event alongside the professionals to continue promoting afterward, which could bring in additional funds.
He needed to sort through all of that and decide what he wanted to do, but I wanted to make his choices easier for him.
Once the event closed, we headed over to my place. Joey practically fell asleep leaning against the car window. So tired. Inside, he headed toward the kitchen, but I put my foot down and pulled the daddy card. “Straight to bed with you.”
“What? It’s not that late.”
“You were falling asleep a minute ago. Now hush. Daddy says it’s bedtime.”
“Bedtime or bedtime?” He leered at me, seductively.
“No. Bed. Sleep. Now.” I pointed to the stairs.
“Okay, Daddy. I am tired.”
I ushered him upstairs and helped him out of his suit and into soft jammies. I tucked him into bed with a kiss and found his binkie for him. “I’m going to change and be right back.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” He popped the binkie into his mouth and closed his eyes.
“Anytime, Joey.” And I meant it. We had a lot to talk about, but that conversation needed to wait until we were rested and fresh.
When I woke up the next morning, Joey was still asleep. I was guessing it was a combination of all the planning, worry over it, and that asshole Brian fucking with him, that simply wiped him out. Well, he could sleep longer while I went downstairs and made breakfast.
The scent of coffee, eggs, and toast didn’t bring him down, so I put it all on a tray and took it up. When I opened the door with my foot and stepped inside, he peeked up from the blankets. “French toasties?”
“Nope. No syrup in bed. Here. Sit up.”
He squished the pillows behind him so he could sit straighter, and I put the tray over his lap. “Start eating. I’m getting mine.” I rushed down and came back with a second tray.
“This is really lovely. Thank you, Daddy.”
“Of course. Any time and I mean that. I love you, Joey, and I want to make you happy.”
“You…you love me?”
I scowled. “Why is that hard to believe? You’re adorable.”
He munched on a piece of toast, but I could see his brain working. “It hasn’t been that long.”
“No, but when you know…” I realized I had zero experience with this. I’d never been in love before. “My heart is full when you’re with me. And I want that all the time. End of story.”
He tilted his head. “I…” He bit his lip.
“Go ahead. How do you feel about us? Now is the time to be honest.”
“I’m always honest. Mostly.” He giggled. “I want this, Daddy. I’m…uh, I haven’t let myself fall. Not all the way. I’m scared too. I’m scared I’m going to love you so hard, and you’re going to change your mind.”
“Oh, honey.” I moved the mostly empty trays of food out of the way so I could hug him. “I’m not changing my mind. In fact, I want to take this to the next level. I want you to move in with me. I want to be your daddy all the time.”
He didn’t say anything, but I felt his heart hammering in his chest.
“Plus, it’s almost Christmas. And I want you here. Help me decorate and make this big house a home. With me.”
“Will you make me a playroom?”
“Yes. There’s plenty of extra rooms. Pick which one you want. I have an amazing decorator, or we can do it ourselves.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? You mean yes, you’ll move in?”
“Yes. I’ll move in.”
I tackled him to the mattress and rained kisses over his face and down his neck, making him giggle like a loon. To my ears, it was like the laughter of angels.
He wiggled around, trying to pull away, but I didn’t want to let him. “Daddy, you’re making me hard.”
“I am, huh?” I knew it was true, since I felt his hard cock pushing against my stomach. “What should we do about that?”
“Daddy needs to give me blowies.” He thrust his hips up, demanding attention.
I shoved the blankets out of the way and grabbed the waistband of his jammies.
“You made me very happy, Joey. Now my turn.” After shoving his sleep pants down, I grabbed his bare ass, squeezing.
“Mine.” I licked the head of his cock before sucking him into my mouth.
Pride welled up when he moaned loudly. I wanted to make him feel as good physically as he had just made me emotionally.
Holding him still, I took my time pleasuring him, licking and sucking, until he was squirming and begging to be fucked. “You got it, Joey.” I rolled on a condom before lubing him up and stretching him wide. When he started fucking himself on my hand, I knew he was ready.
Pulling him over me, I lay on my back and situated him above me, poised above my cock. “You want to ride?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy.” Slowly, he lowered himself, stopping and starting, easing up and pushing back down, until fully seated. “Feels so good,” he hissed, hands on my chest and feet tucked behind him, slid beneath my thighs.
He used his arms and thighs to push himself up and down on my cock.
Watching him was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
His dick bobbed in front of him as I watched him take me over and over and over until he panted and his arms shook.
Grabbing his cock, I squeezed and stroked, watching his eyes roll back in his head with a moan.
As he came, his tongue poked out of his mouth and he shook.
Need and want rushed over me, and I flipped us both over without pulling out. I needed to move, to push into him, hard and fast. I fucked him like a damn jackrabbit, chasing my orgasm until it finally hit, blinding me.