Chapter 11 Taron
Taron
We wave goodbye to Trask from the tavern steps. He’s still grinning like he knows something we don’t, raising his pint in a mock salute before disappearing back inside with the rest of the Friday-night crowd. The door swings shut behind him, muffling the laughter and jukebox guitar riffs.
“Ahhh, fresh air,” I say, taking a big gulp of evening air.
“I’m surprised you know what fresh air is, city boy!” Kaleb laughs, playfully nudging me.
“Hmmm, sure thing Mountain Man!” I sass back, arching my eyebrow and loving every second of my newfound back and forth banter with Kaleb.
Outside, the night air is indeed super-cool and crisp, perfect after the warm, beery fog of the Hollow.
The streetlamps glow soft amber along Main Street, turning the quiet sidewalks into pools of gold.
Most of the shops are dark, windows reflecting the moon and the occasional passing car.
The town feels small and safe, like it’s wrapped us in a cozy blanket.
Kaleb might tease me about being a city boy. And maybe I always will be. But I can’t deny that there’s something incredible about being in a place like this. It makes me feel something different, something far realer and more comforting than I’ve experienced in my adult life.
“Let’s walk,” Kaleb says, firm but friendly.
Kaleb’s hand finds mine almost immediately. His palm is rough, warm, callused from years of chainsaws and axes, but the way he laces our fingers is gentle. I squeeze back and we start walking toward the B&B, shoulders brushing every few steps.
The silence between us isn’t awkward. It’s full. Comfortable. Like we’ve already said everything that needs saying tonight.
Of course, I know that there will be more words. But for now, it’s all good to simply be together. As a writer, I know when silence is best.
I glance up at him. Firelight from the tavern had made him look even more rugged, but under the streetlamps he’s softer somehow—less guarded. The perpetual scowl is gone, replaced by something almost… peaceful.
“You know,” I say, bumping his arm lightly. “It was really nice seeing another side of you tonight.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Another side?”
“Yeah.” I smile. “At the tavern you were… relaxed. Laughing. Teasing Trask right back. And now, walking like this, you’re way less grumpy and gruff than usual. Almost approachable.”
Kaleb lets out a low, rumbling laugh—the sound I’m starting to crave.
“Approachable. That’s a new one,” Kaleb guffaws. “Ask people around here how approachable they think I am. You might here another story.”
“Naaaw, I mean it,” I insist. “You’re full of surprises, Kaleb Ruhst. Lumberjack by day, classic-rock fan by night, secret George Eliot reader, s’mores master… and now apparently capable of smiling in public.”
He shakes his head, but the corner of his mouth keeps twitching.
“I must truly be a man of many talents,” Kaleb says. “But don’t tell anyone. The last thing I need is to become some kind of pillar of the community. I’m happy as I am. No one else needs to know about these so-called other sides to me.”
“Very mysterious,” I tease. “I’m going to have to start taking notes.”
We pass the little hardware store with its window display of lanterns and wool socks. A cat watches us from the sill, his tail flicking lazily.
Kaleb glances down at me. “How’s the new book coming along?”
I bite my lip, suddenly shy. “Still early days. Really early. Like… first few chapters and a lot of scribbled ideas. But I have high hopes. This place… the woods, the river, the quiet… it’s all feeding into it. The hero is starting to feel real too.”
“Yeah?” His thumb strokes the back of my hand. “What’s he like?”
“Strong. Quiet. Protective. A little rough around the edges, but…” I trail off, cheeks warming. “He cares. Deeply. In a way that surprises even him.”
Kaleb doesn’t say anything right away.
He just keeps walking, keeps holding my hand.
But I can feel the shift—the air between us thickening, growing heavier with every step.
We turn onto the street that leads to the B&B. The fairy lights are on again, twinkling along the porch railing like tiny stars. The windows glow warm yellow. Miles and Henry’s porch swing creaks faintly in the breeze.
And suddenly the decision is right there in front of me.
We slow as we reach the steps.
My heart kicks hard against my ribs.
Kaleb stops and turns to face me. We’re still holding hands, standing close enough that I have to tip my head back to meet his eyes. They’re dark in the low light, intense, searching.
I swallow. My voice comes out softer than I mean it to. “Kaleb…”
He waits.
I take a breath. “Will you… stay over? With me? Tonight?”
For a second, there’s nothing. Just the sound of crickets and distant traffic and my own pulse thundering in my ears.
Then he lifts both hands—huge, rough, gentle—and cups my face. Kaleb’s thumbs brush my cheekbones, and I feel the adrenaline pumping all over my body. He looks at me like I’m something precious, something he’s been waiting for.
“Yes,” he says, voice low and sure. “I’ll stay.”
Relief and heat rush through me at the same time. I rise on my toes, close the last inch between us, and kiss him—slow, deep, full of everything I’ve been feeling since that first night in the rain.
My Daddy kisses me back like he’s been starving for it.
When we finally break apart, foreheads resting together, breath mingling in the cool night air, I whisper against his lips…
“Come inside, Daddy,” I say. “Racer, you too boy…”
We don’t waste any time in the B&B lobby. It’s quiet, our path up the stairs and into my room is clear.
We kiss outside the bedroom door.
It’s hot, heavy, and my body is telling me that this is really happening. Racer is beat and finds a snug corner to settle in, falling asleep right away.
No sooner than we are inside the room, the action moves at a pace that with anyone else I might think was too fast. But with Kaleb, it’s just right…
“Like this, Daddy?” I ask, slowly unbuckling my belt and wiggling my waist to make my jeans fall down to my ankles.
“Exactly like that,” Kaleb answers, looking every inch the gruff mountain man ready to devour me. “Now take your t-shirt off. Slow. Let me drink in every damn inch of that big, strong , soft body. Make me want you even more than I already do. Tease me.”
I feel my cheeks fire up. Even listening to Kaleb giving me these kinds of orders could probably make me climax, let alone allowing him to touch me. The way he’s eying me up, his strong jaw clenching as he watches me strip… it’s hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced.
And what’s even better is that I know just how much I’m turning him on.
Kaleb desires me. And he desires me for me. I’m not a backup or an end of the night easy lay. Kaleb thinks I’m special. He wants me for who I am.
“Now flex those arms and let me see you,” Kaleb commands, taking a step forward and towering over me as I suddenly lose my coordination and start flexing like a total fool.
But luckily Kaleb seems to love it and I gasp as Kaleb places his big, shovel-like hands on my pecs, firm but tender at the same time.
“D-D-D-Daddy,” I moan, the feeling of Kaleb squeezing and pulling on my nipples making my legs tremble.
Kaleb then takes a step back and commands me to strip naked. I don’t waste a single second. He’s telling, not asking—and I’m all there for it.
“Good boy,” Kaleb growls, pulling his t-shirt off to reveal easily the strongest, most rugged chest I’ve ever seen. “Now get on your knees, pull on your nipples, and open your mouth as wide as you can.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, flustered and loving every second of this.
Kaleb is treating me like his toy, a submissive Little who knows his place. I could never enjoy this with someone I didn’t trust, but with Kaleb it feels right, and it’s making me incredibly horny too.
“OMG,” I say, the sight of Kaleb’s erect cock bouncing in front of my eyes making me drool.
“Well don’t just stare at it,” Kaleb grunts, gripping the base of his thick shaft and pointing his Daddy dick directly at me as I salivate. “Put your fingers around your cock and squeeze as you suck. And that’s Daddy’s Orders.”
I do as I’m told and even I’m shocked at how hard I get when I grip my dick and squeeze before swallowing Kaleb’s enormous cock slowly but surely.
“Mmmmph,” Kaleb grunts, evidently pleased with how well I’m taking his manhood. “That’s almost too good.”
I splutter and try to stifle a giggle as Kaleb groans in pleasure.
Knowing how much pleasure I’m giving my Daddy is turning me on something crazy and I even go against his orders and instead of wanking myself, I reach around and squeeze on his big, perfectly sculpted ass cheeks to help get his cock even deeper inside my mouth.
“Fuckkkk,” Kaleb moans, suddenly pulling his now wet cock out of my mouth. “Naughty boy. Daddy didn’t say you could do that. It’s time for you to get what you really need.”
I gasp as Kaleb reaches down and picks me up, his hands gripping onto my fleshy thighs as he walks me over toward the bed and drops me down. Before I know it, his body is on top of mine, each and every inch of his muscle the perfect complement to my soft, sensual body.
“Do you want me inside you, boy?” Kaleb asks, his hands heavy on my shoulders as he pins me in place. “We can go as fast or slow as you like. I’m your Daddy, you can trust me to do whatever you want.”
“I’m ready, I want this,” I moan, my hips attempting to buck against Kaleb as he lies on me. “And…”
“Yes, boy?” Kaleb asks. “Anything.”
“I want you to fuck me hard,” I say, my dick throbbing, my entire body and mind focused on one thing and one thing only. “I want you to blow my brains out, make me moan, make me—”
“I think I get the message,” Kaleb says, his voice a perfect mix of lust and humor. “Now let’s get you positioned just right…”
With that, Kaleb hooks my legs up high and grips them tightly. He swiftly reaches for some lube I rather embarrassingly had left out on my bedside table and he applies it all over his cock from the tip to the base of the shaft.
“This should do the trick,” Kaleb growls.
I simply gasp and smile with wide open eyes…
I can feel his dick head right at my ass hole and as he eases it inside me, my entire body convulses and allows him all the way in. He’s so big, the way he’s filling me up is just out of this world and a perfect blend of overwhelming pleasure.
Truthfully, I’m not sure how long I’m going to last, but as I start to moan louder and louder, I can see that Kaleb is going to be the one in control from here on out…
“Now beg for it,” Kaleb barks, easing his cock almost all the way out. “Beg for Daddy to fuck you silly.”
“Mmmmph. P-p-p-please, Daddy, fuck me!” I answer, biting my bottom lip as Kaleb duly drives his cock in hard and all the way to the back, working my G-spot like a heat-seeking missile. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!”
That’s all Kaleb needs to here as he begins to rhythmically pound me, his cock driving in and out of me, every thrust pushing me closer and closer to climax.
“Grrrr,” Kaleb growls, his hands squeezing on my soft fleshy chest as he leaves his cock all the way in and pushes me over the edge and into the kind of leg trembling orgasm that I’d heard about but never thought I would experience myself. “Fucccckkkk, boy.”
We both climax together and the feeling of his seed shooting up inside me fills me with so much pleasure that I feel close to tears as my orgasm lasts longer and stronger than I could ever have wished for and shoots right up onto my stomach and even onto my face too.
“Hold me, hold me,” I say, wiped out, barely able to process any thoughts as Kaleb grips me tightly and brings me close.
“You’ve got it, boy,” Kaleb says, his breathing heavy and his eyes full of something that I might even dare to describe as love. “That was incredible.”
We’re lying side by side now, my Daddy’s cock now resting up against my own as his strong embrace wraps up my curvy, soft, desirable body. I’ve never felt this before, not even close.
But with Kaleb, I’m starting to feel like anything is possible…