Chapter Twelve
Briggs
“How’d you pull this off?” Teller asked as I carried him up the stairs after we’d walked Barrett and Maizie out of the house after dinner. Thankfully, Teller agreed to stay and talk.
“I’ll state it plainly. I’m a man who goes after what I want without shame or deterrence.
I wouldn’t be where I am in life if I’d let someone tell me I couldn’t do something that I really wanted to do.
I had Sabrina contact the sellers on Friday morning to rent the place to me until we can close on December first.”
Teller’s grin made my heart sing. “Daddy, you didn’t have to buy the house because of me.”
On Saturday afternoon, after I checked out of the hotel, Barrett came out to see the house.
He told me it was time to fish or cut bait because I was letting Teller’s acceptance or rejection of me dictate the business decisions we’d started to discuss.
I wasn’t able to decide one way or another regarding the properties he suggested we divest. It was as if my brain had become paralyzed.
“Briggs, seriously, you’re letting this kid drag you around by your dick. ”
I laughed. “Oh, and Maizie doesn’t do the same to you? It’s no different whether it’s a guy or a girl, Barrett. When you fall in love with someone, it is all-consuming, right?”
He stared at me for a long moment before he nodded. “You’re not wrong, Briggs. I’d do anything for her. Hell, if you can get him to move out here, I can get her to move to my place, and they can share the ride. Let’s go pick out a car.”
We did, and I took Barrett’s advice and bought the Bronco because it had four-wheel drive and they’d be able to safely get from one place to another in the winter. That was our biggest worry, living in the Midwest—the weather could turn on a dime.
I shook aside the memory and turned to Teller. “Come look at this. If it’s not right, tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll fix it.”
We walked into the other primary bedroom, where I had placed a dressmaker’s mannequin, a serger, and a fancy sewing machine that was almost a damn robot. Thank heaven for Madeline and her knowledge of the needs of a tailor. Her grandmother was a seamstress.
“Daddy! What have you done?”
The excitement in his voice made me smile. He was mine, whether he knew it or not, and I was his protector, lover, supporter, Daddy. I’d be everything he needed, but I’d grow with him as he came into his own. I’d never hold him back. His success would be my greatest joy.
“Will you move in so we can begin the remodel on the units? We can pack you up tomorrow morning and get you settled before we get too close to Christmas. My parents will be gone over the holidays—some sort of senior cruise they always go on to celebrate the holidays. Jakob will have the perfect place to wear that ugly Hanukkah tie I gave him at Thanksgiving. I’m usually not around anyway, and I didn’t want them to change their plans for me this year, so it’s just you and me, but I think that could be fun.
It’ll be our first Christmas together? What do you say?
” I crossed my fingers in the pocket of my jeans like a twelve-year-old, hoping he’d say yes.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll go home now and pack my stuff and bring it out tomorrow before I go to work at Bloomfield’s,” he responded.
I scooped him up. “I’ll go with you in the morning and help. Please stay tonight. I want to wake up next to you. Say you’ll stay.” Yes, my desperation was showing, and it wasn’t pretty.
Teller laughed. “Okay, I’ll stay. The sewing room is perfect. I won’t hate getting rid of my old sewing machine. It doesn’t work as well as I’d like, anyway. I’ll donate it to a charity.”
I hugged him and took his hand, leading him down the hall to the primary bedroom. “I’m buying all the furniture with the house. I already bought new sheets and towels for us. Barrett and I went shopping today, which is how they ended up coming for dinner. I hope you didn’t mind.”
I’d made a pork tenderloin with mashed sweet potatoes and green beans, and I was delighted to say there were no leftovers. I’d tossed the doggy bag Mom had sent for Teller because I’d forgotten it in my car Saturday night when I returned to the house alone.
It had been the longest, loneliest night of my life, but I’d talked myself into not giving up hope.
After putting together all of the things Teller had said about his childhood, I knew he had abandonment issues.
The only way he’d learn to trust that I wouldn’t do the same to him was for him to trust me, and being together in the same space seemed the best way to prove it.
“Do you prefer to shower in the morning or in the evening?” Did my voice sound shaky? I felt as if I were walking a tightrope, and I damn well didn’t want to stumble.
“Usually, I shower at night because I smell like the store or a brewery, plus, it helps me relax to go to sleep. I have trouble sleeping because my mind doesn’t shut off, but I find I sleep better with you beside me,” he admitted, making my breath hitch.
“Shower with me?” I sounded like a mouse. God, now I was afraid of him leaving me behind.
Teller walked over and touched my cheek. “Gladly.” His touch made everything right in the world.
We disrobed and went into the bathroom. “Extra toothbrush in the small drawer to your right,” I said as I turned on the water in the large gray-and-white marble shower. The pan had penny tiles with gray grouting that flattered the aesthetic the previous owners hoped to give.
“Uh, Daddy, there are five different kinds of body wash in here.” He held up the five varieties, trying to keep from smirking.
“I wasn’t sure what kind you used, so I bought one of each,” I answered. No covert agenda, only trying to please my man.
He opened a sunflower yellow one and tossed the trash in the can. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I smiled as a warm feeling washed over me.
The two of us got into the large shower, and I shifted on the dual showerheads. I picked up the body wash and walked over to Teller, who had his eyes closed and his face turned up to the spray.
“Body wash?” I asked.
He wiped the water from his eyes and chuckled. “Please, Daddy.”
I stepped closer and squirted soap into my hand, washing his lithe body as he raised his arms in the air, winking at me. Without hesitation, I washed his whole body down to his toes, and then I reached for the shampoo.
“Turn around and lean your head back, baby boy.” He turned, and I washed his hair, ignoring my aching cock as it bobbed against his tight ass. If I moved another inch, I could impale him, but I would never do that. Tempting, but no.
Once I finished, I moved him back under the spray to rinse off. I helped him wash away the suds when he turned abruptly, his cock brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Can I wash you now, Daddy?” I hadn’t expected it, but who was I to say no?
“Yes. Please.”
He did to me what I’d done to him, his hard cock brushing against my ass this time.
He washed my hair, and once I rinsed it, he turned off the water.
He walked to the towel bar and grabbed both of them, wrapping one around his waist before he walked over to me and wrapped me up as I did him when we bathed together at the hotel.
“Daddy, will you make love to me?” His voice was breathless, and my gasp was loud.
“We don’t have to rush things. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone, Teller, but we can wait until you’re ready.” Why the fuck was I backpedaling now?
“But I am ready.” That mischievous light was bright in his eyes.
He took my hand and led me out of the bathroom and straight to the bed. I picked him up and tossed him in the middle, hearing his ringing giggle. “Okay, baby, but remember you asked for it.”
I pulled off both of our towels and reached into the nightstand for the condoms and lube, though the last time I pulled them out, we hadn’t gotten around to using them. That stops tonight.
Lifting him, I shoved a pillow under his hips, and I froze. My gaze was glued to his, and my hands were holding his thighs open, but the rest of my body refused to move.
“Do you want me to get myself ready? You seem kinda nervous.” Teller’s confused expression mirrored my own.
He wasn’t wrong. It had been a while since I’d had sex with anyone other than my Fleshlight. Or my right hand, but that was it, and as I stared at his hole, I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone in my life.
“Briggs?” My mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“Daddy? It’s okay if you don’t—”
Finally, I snapped out of my stupor. “No, baby, I want you. I guess I’m surprised you want me. I don’t want to disappoint you, but I’m not sure how long I can last. And…and, my recovery time isn’t like yours. You’re a young guy and—”
He grabbed the lube and flipped the cap, squeezing some into his palm. He closed his fist to wet his fingers and quickly brushed his hand over his hole before pushing two fingers inside. I watched, swallowing the moan swelling in my chest.
“That’s so fucking sexy, baby. Can I play too?” I picked up the lube and squirted some on my fingers, swirling the slick gel around his hole where his fingers were still moving in and out.
“I’m going to slide a finger in with yours. Is that okay?”
He nodded, so I slid my middle finger inside him and curved it up so I could find the spongy spot of sheer bliss inside him. When I found it, he squeaked and his eyelids fluttered.
“Oh god, Briggs.” The way my name rolled off his tongue gave me shivers.
“Take your fingers out and let me get you ready, baby.” He did as I asked, and his slick fist quickly grabbed his drooling cock, giving it a couple of tugs.
I want to do everything at once, but my brain reminds me that Teller asked me to make love to him, and I’m damn well going to do exactly that and for more than thirty seconds.
I add my index finger inside to stretch him more, and lean forward, resting my weight on my hand on the mattress beside his head.
“You, my love, are beautiful everywhere. Thank you so much for agreeing to stay. I love you with all my heart.”
“I’m ready, Daddy.”
I pulled out my fingers, grabbing a condom from the box I opened when I moved in, so I wouldn’t be fighting with the damn thing at a time like this. I ripped it with my teeth. It fell out of the foil onto Teller’s chest, both of us laughing.
He picked it up and slid it down my throbbing erection, and I stroked my slick hand down my cock before Teller squeezed more lube onto the rubber. I quickly gave another stroke to ensure I was covered.
“You ready?” I asked as I tap my cock against his pulsing hole to tease him a little.
“Yes. I’m ready.” His big smile lit me up.
I slowly positioned myself at his entrance and gently pushed against his rim. “Bear down, baby boy.”
He did, and my cock popped inside. I didn’t expect him to slide closer to me, so I bottomed out in two seconds. God, it felt fucking delicious.
“Greedy boy.” He giggled as he moved opposite me, bringing both of us incredible pleasure.
I nibbled on the side of his neck as I made my way to his mouth and covered it with my own, sweeping my tongue over the seam between his lips, begging for entrance like my cock was begging to pound him into the mattress.
“You bet I am, Daddy, and you’ve got enough to make me remember you inside me for days. Will you go faster…and harder?” His brown eyes were beseeching, and god knew I wanted to please the man more than I wanted to breathe.
I pushed up on my knees and shifted him so his knees were near his ears. “Fucking hell, baby. I love you. Hang on.”
And I fucked him into the mattress, going faster and harder just the way he wanted.