18. Rory #2
He groans a low, horny sound and turns to me, his arm still covering his chest.
“Are you sure?” I nod vigorously. His eyes brighten, and his lips curl into a small smile. “Okay—”
I jump excitedly, trying to pull him back to the bed, but he stops me. “But if either of us doesn’t like it, we stop.”
That’s not going to happen on my end.
“Okay,” I agree and try to pull him back down to the bed.
He chuckles and sits with his back against the headboard. “I think this might be easier.”
Hell if I care, so I scramble into his lap and try to pull the shirt away from his sexy chest.
He chuckles but still hesitates.
“Okay, Rory. Take a breath and let Daddy get ready.” This is a big deal for him.
“Sorry. I’m just very excited.” I pout. Pouting is good and always gets me what I want.
“That does make this easier. Knowing you want this.” But he still doesn’t remove the shirt.
Grr. What do I have to do—
“It just started a few months ago.”
I pause and look at his face.
His incredibly handsome face, with his strong jaw and morning stubble, to his slightly crooked nose and into his piercing blue eyes.
There’s heat but also a wariness.
He wants me to suckle him, but he’s worried. So I reach my hand up and cup his cheek. He leans into the touch.
“I want you, Daddy. All of you.”
“Okay.” He finally removes the shirt, and I pat his shoulder.
“Brave Daddy.”
He barks a laugh. “Come over here, you little rabbit.”
I let him lead me to where he wants me, and I politely suck his nipple into my mouth. He groans when I take my first drink, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
This is it.
This is my reward for surviving “the ordeal.”
A big, sexy Daddy who wants to care for me and makes his own milk! I smile around his nipple, and his finger traces my bottom lip.
“Enjoying yourself?” he teases.
I barely nod my head cause I am not letting go.
“You?” I mumble.
He chuckles. “Yeah, it feels fucking amazing.” His head flops back against my headboard. “God, rabbit. The things you do to me.”
What things?
Oh, hello there, Mr. Stiffy. I wiggle closer and wiggle a little— “Rabbit.” His low voice is stern, and I can’t help my smile. “You look so sweet.” His finger loving brushes my cheek. “But you’ve got a naughty streak.”
I shake my head.
I’m a good boy.
Another low laugh rumbles through him.
“I was going to ask if my hard cock poking your cute little butt was okay with you, but I think you might be enjoying this as much as I am.” His gaze drifts down to my crotch where you can barely see my erection. Nothing like what Daddy is hiding.
God, I love a big dick.
Total fucking size queen… Or at least I was. Now I’m not so sure. I haven’t tried anything since “the ordeal.”
“Do you want to stop?” His words bring me back to him, and I realize that I’ve stopped sucking, so I start up again. “That’s a good boy.” His fingers card through my hair. “Finish your breakfast.”
I shiver at his words. I love that he can take care of me this way, and I’ll never be the same again now that I know what he tastes like.
“Ready for the other side?” he asks.
I nod my head, but I only get a couple of mouthfuls before my phone rings.
Shit, that’s Brendan’s ring tone. He’s probably checking in, but I don’t want to let go of Daddy.
He chuckles when my phone rings again, and I reluctantly pull off.
“It must be important.”
“What do I tell him?” I whisper like an idiot because Brendan can’t hear me.
“About what?”
“He doesn’t want me to be with you.” I hope Lex doesn’t get mad. He tilts my chin up and looks deep into my eyes.
“He can fuck off,” Lex growls in the low Daddy boss voice.
I sigh dreamily. Not because he wants Brendan to fuck off, but because he wants me too much to let me go. I’m about to kiss his face off when the phone rings again. Daddy rolls over and grabs my phone for me.
“Hey—” I answer.
“What the hell is that mobster doing there?”
“Um…”
“Seriously, Rory. Why is he there?”
“I was scared last night, so he came over.” How did he know that I needed him?
“Did you call him?”
“Um…” Lex takes the phone from my hand.
“You asked me to look after him.”
“I meant watch the security feed and send help if someone tried to break in, not spend the night,” Brendan hisses.
“Brendan.” I raise my voice so he can hear me. “He helped me feel safe so I could finally get some sleep.”
Lex puts the phone on speaker.
“I’m sorry. I should have never left. I knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep alone.” Brendan sighs.
“I couldn’t.” I pout and nuzzle into Lex’s chest. He huffs what sounds like a laugh.
“Hey, that’s not funny. He’s suffered—”
“Jesus, Bren, calm your tits,” I squeak when I get a light tap on my bottom. “Tits is a bad word?!” I whisper shout.
“Yes,” both men say.
“Ugh, anyway, and he wasn’t laughing at me. He was huffing in agreement that you shouldn’t have left me.”
He nods and huffs again.
“Alright, I’ll book the next flight out for you.”
“What, no!” I gasp.
“Absolutely not,” Lex hisses.
“I’m sorry, pixie, but I can’t come back yet. There’s still too much to take care of.”
“Brendan, stay and take care of things. I will protect Rory.”
“I’m beginning to wonder if he needs protection from you.”
“He’s safe with me.” Mmmm, I love when he uses his big Daddy voice. “Take care of your mother.”
Brendan sighs in resignation. “Don’t put him in any danger.”
“Never.” Daddy winks at me. “I’ll keep him safe.”
My heart melts, and I might be in love.
“I appreciate it, and Rory, call me if you need me.”
“Okay,” I answer but then ask, “Is Mom okay?” She might have let me go, but she’s still my mom.
“She’s struggling right now, but she’s going to be fine.”
“Will you…” I pause. Do I really want to open myself up to her rejection again? “Will you tell her I hope she feels better soon?” Lex rubs my back, and he gives me courage.
“Will do. Love you, pixie.”
“Love you.” I end the call, eager to get back to my breakfast with Daddy. But when I turn back to him, he’s grinning wide.
“Pixie?”
“Brendan called me a twink once, and it made us both gag, and I love pixies, so pixie. But you have to still call me rabbit,” I say sternly.
“What about boy?” He lowers me down.
“Oh, yes, I like that very much.” My words are a breathy sigh as my lips brush his skin.