Chapter Nine
Teller
The soaking tub with a million jets in Briggs’s bathroom at the hotel was the height of luxury. He even ordered some lavender-scented bubble bath for me. It was nothing I’d ever experienced in my entire life.
“Would you like a glass of wine, Teller?” Briggs asked as he stood at the door of the bathroom holding two glasses of red wine.
I grinned. I wasn’t a wine connoisseur, but that was a money thing, not because I didn’t like it. “I don’t know anything about red wine, but I’ve had it when I’ve gone out to dinner with Barrett and Maizie. What kind is that?” I asked, sitting forward so I could turn to him.
Barrett once took us to this fancy restaurant downtown for Maizie’s birthday in March. He ordered us a bottle of Pinot Noir, and it was delicious. It was paired perfectly with my steak and au gratin potatoes. When I found out how much he’d paid for the bottle, I nearly swallowed my tongue.
“This is a Cabernet Merlot blend. It’s my favorite red, and it’s from a local winery. It’ll taste great with your burger. So, can I sit and talk with you while you soak?” Briggs asked.
“Sure. Is something…? Did I do something wrong?”
Briggs grabbed a small stool from the makeup table and carried it over beside the tub. “How’re the bubbles?” His smile was so kind and loving. I wished he were holding me.
“The bubbles are nice. How long before the food comes?” I asked.
“They said at least an hour.”
“Will you get in with me?”
His eyebrows lifted as if he was surprised I’d asked. Hell, I’d been dying to get him naked, but everything kept getting in the way. I wanted more from him, but I wasn’t sure how to ask for it.
“You want me to get in the tub with you?” His gaze shifted from me to the water before he grinned.
“Yes. It’s nice. I wouldn’t mind the company.”
Much to my surprise, Briggs stood from the small stool and took off the hoodie to reveal nothing under it.
He had a muscular chest and well-defined abs, though not really a six-pack.
My mouth fell open at the reveal of the inviting torso.
It was epic. “Can I wear the hoodie when I get out? It looks cozy.”
My dick was hard, though hidden under the warm water and bubbles. I swallowed as he reached for the button of his jeans, flipping it open and lowering the zipper.
“Anything of mine is yours, sweet boy. Just name it.”
I glanced up to see the sexy smile on Briggs’s face. “Will you…? Do you want to be my Daddy?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
When Briggs dropped trou, I inhaled some of the wine in my glass and nearly choked to death. I’d felt his length against me once, but Daddy had some serious size between his legs.
He took my wine glass and lifted my right arm to try to help me clear my choking fit. When he stepped over the side of the tub and pulled me forward, sliding in behind me, his strong body calmed me.
“You okay, baby boy?” Briggs wrapped his arms around my chest and settled me between his legs.
I cleared my throat. “You, uh, you’re a surprise.”
He chuckled, and I bounced a bit against him. “I’ll never, ever hurt you. I want nothing more than to be your Daddy. I want to take care of you, Teller. I won’t push you beyond your limits, but I’d like to talk about those.”
“Okay. Is that bad?” My belly rippled with the nerves I was trying to hide.
The kiss to the top of my head made me smile.
“Never bad. Nothing we ever do is bad, baby. I’ll take care of you and make sure you have the best life I can give you if that’s what you want.
I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, but I want to help you achieve your dreams. I want to be your supporter.
Your rock. I want you to believe I’ll always have your best interests as my priority. ”
My nerves unwound, and I turned on my side so I could see Briggs… Daddy. “I want that to be true. I’ve had one-night Daddies before, but I don’t want anything temporary. If you want to be my Daddy, then it needs to be permanent. Until we agree it’s over.”
Daddy’s chest rose and dropped a couple of times before he turned me to face him, his semi-hard cock against my belly. “I want us to… I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. You’re not anyone I saw coming, Teller, and I’m falling in love with you. Where we go from here is totally up to you.”
A lump formed in my throat because I’d never had anyone tell me that there was a chance they could love me. That was a first. “I’m not sure what that means, Daddy.”
His smile put me at ease. “It means that I want to be your Daddy for a very long time. I want you to know I’ll be there for you when you need me. All you have to do is reach out to me, and I’ll be there as quickly as I can, baby boy.”
“No matter what?” Never had anyone pledged to come to my rescue if I needed them.
Briggs grinned and pulled me up to meet his smile. “I swear.”
When our mouths met, I wanted to devour the man. He was everything I wasn’t smart enough to know I wanted. He seemed to see into my soul, and that wasn’t anything I’d ever encountered, but if he was willing to be my Daddy, I would never say no.
After the bath, Briggs wrapped a towel around his waist before lifting me out of the large tub. “Our food should be here soon. Let’s get you into something warm, baby boy, though your birthday suit will always be my favorite.”
I nodded, and he led me into the bedroom, grabbing the sweatshirt from the vanity stool. He dried me and opened a bag I hadn’t noticed to pull out a pair of training pants and a onesie with snowflakes on it. It was cute, and it surprised me that he’d bought something brand new for me.
“Daddy, where’d you get this?”
He grinned. “I can shop just like anyone else. I found some things I thought would look cute on you, so I bought them. I also picked up some toys for you.” He dumped the bag on the bed to reveal cars and blocks, and more things than I could take in at the moment.
I popped up on my knees and looked through the toys, gasping at every item. He’d figured out the things I loved, and he’d bought them for me. Who did that?
“Oh, Daddy! You didn’t have to buy these things for me.” I was breathless.
I’d only ever bought toys for myself. I couldn’t buy new toys, but I found things that I loved to play with, and if they weren’t new, it didn’t matter. I’d never had many new things in my life.
Daddy grinned. “I want to give you everything, baby boy. Are you in little space right now? It’s okay if you are. We can talk later.”
“Not really. We can talk about anything you want,” I said as I sat on the bed and pulled on the soft ivory sweatshirt that smelled like Daddy.
Briggs smiled. “I want to move you out of the Shelton Arms, along with Maizie, so I can remodel it. Then, after that one’s done, I want to move other folks into that building and do the same for all ten buildings.
I plan to make them affordable housing units.
I’ll have a place for you to stay in a week. ”
That was surprising. “A place to stay?”
“Well, baby boy, you’ll need somewhere to stay while your building is being remodeled. Maizie will too. I’d like you to go house hunting with me tomorrow. Would you?”
“On Thanksgiving?”
Briggs nodded. “I spoke to a realtor, and she didn’t have plans, so she’s agreed to meet to show me two properties early tomorrow. Both are currently empty, so I could move in right away. I’d love to have your opinion on the houses.”
“What time are we supposed to be at your parents’ place?”
Briggs pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and tossed our damp towels onto the bathroom floor before joining me on the bed, where I snuggled into his arms. The curls on his chest were silver and dark brown. “Did you have dark brown hair before it turned silver?”
Was that rude? He was a stunningly handsome man, but he seemed young to sport a full head of silver hair.
He laughed. “As a boy growing up, I always had a patch of gray hair right here.” He reached up and pointed to a patch of snow-white hair in the front. “My grandfather had the same thing. I think the rest of the gray started coming in when I was eighteen.”
I sat up and touched his soft hair, loving the bit of curl that had the ends sticking up. He usually wore some product in it to make it smooth, but the humidity of the bath had caused it to curl. It made him look even more attractive.
“As far as going to my parents’ home, Mom puts dinner on the table at exactly five o’clock, so we’ll have all day to do whatever we want.
It takes about forty-five minutes to get to their place, and we’re meeting the realtor at the first house at ten.
After we look, we’ll get a light lunch and maybe come back for a nap. ”
I met his gaze to see his eyes sparkling. For an instant, he reminded me of a sexy Santa. My own sexy Santa!
“Are naps a big part of your day?” I joked as he pulled me to straddle his thighs, sliding the sweatshirt over my head before straightening my wild hair.
Daddy’s hands slid down my back to land on my ass, which he patted before grinning at me. “Not previously, but any time I can get you in bed will be a plus for me.”
Daddy opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and retrieved a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant. Clearly, he had a plan.
“Let’s talk about sex,” he said.
I gulped, trying to hide my excitement at the thought of having him inside me. “What about sex?”
“Have you had it before?”
My mind flashed to my whorish ways at RISD. “Y-yes.” Ahem. “Yes, I’ve had sex.”
“Okay. Including penetrative sex?”
God, how much should I say? “Yes. Penetrating and being penetrated.”
Maizie said it had been my experimental phase, and I shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Dicks. Dildos. Fingers. Tongues. One rather girthsome zucchini dare that seemed like a good idea in my drunken stupor at a house party. It wasn’t…
“Do you enjoy being penetrated?” Briggs skirted around the “bottom” question.
“I like bottoming. I topped once to see what it was like, but I prefer to bottom. Is that what you wanted to know?” I raised my right eyebrow in challenge. It was best if he learned I wasn’t shy about much.
Brigs tilted his head back in a huge guffaw. “Oh, I do like you spicy. That’s exactly what I wanted to know. I don’t bottom, just so we’re clear. A finger up my ass during a blowjob is as far as I’ll go.”
That was definitely good to know.