Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CALVIN
“I don’t think I can wear it now.”
“Yeah, why’s that?”
“Because I’m too hard, Daddy.”
At his declaration, I set the box on the side table, moved my palm back to his zipper, and rubbed over his hard dick. I loved how he was fully covered when I palmed him.
“Are you? I need to check for myself.” I slowly unzipped his slacks and pushed the flaps to the side. His briefs blocked my view, and I used my fingernail to map his small bulge. A small damp spot formed as I continued to scratch him lightly through the fabric. “My sexy boy is making a mess. Better take those off before you make a bigger one.”
Before Micah knew what I was about, I whipped off his T-shirt and then hustled him off my lap to push down his pants and underwear. In under five seconds, he was naked. Unlike before, Micah made no effort to hide himself from me.
“You’re so goddamn perfect.” I drew him back to my lap. Fuck, I liked the sight of him fully naked on my lap.
Micah draped his arms around my shoulders and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His lips brushed against my skin and then his tongue took tiny kitten licks.
“Is that good, Daddy? You’re being noisy.”
I heard the laughter in his voice, and it warmed my heart. It was beyond me how someone could be this effortless combination of sexy and sweet, innocent and filthy, but Micah had managed to do it. Add in his intelligence and charm, and he was the whole package. And he was all mine.
“Are you teasing me? You better be careful.”
I captured his mouth in a searing kiss. Micah’s moans fed my soul. The slight scratch against my skin drove me wild with need. I needed my boy more than I wanted to admit to myself. I craved him, and it wasn’t just because I wanted to sink myself into him, although I sure as hell wanted that to happen too.
With hands on either side of his chest, I gently laid him down on the couch and then shifted to kneel between his legs. He was beautiful, splayed out on the couch with his swollen lips, a button mushroom head that glistened with precum, and his pupils blown with lust.
He took my breath away.
My eyes never left his when I leaned down and sucked his fully erect peen into my mouth. The salty tang was my favorite because it was Micah. His fingers threaded through my hair, then thought better of it and quickly withdrew them. I popped off him immediately.
“Put them back. Now.”
He followed my order instantly. Satisfied, I pulled him back in and resumed sucking him off. His moans and pulling of my hair reminded me he was a wanton mess only with me. My boy forgot to be reserved and quiet when he was being pleasured. He demanded satisfaction, and I gave it to him. Me . I did that for him.
“Daaaadddy, it feels too good. Oh god…your mouth…”
I circled the base of his penis with my thumb and forefinger to help stave off his release while my other three fingers cupped his balls. They were as delicate as the rest of him.
Micah thrashed his head before he began thrusting up into my mouth. Never would I imagine I’d be rock hard because another man fucked my face, but here we were. “Please, please, please.”
I reflexively swallowed around his peen while the tip of my tongue teased the bundle of nerves at his base. Micah’s words devolved into babbles and incoherent noises. But when his entire body locked up and he shouted his satisfaction, I was rewarded with his release coating my throat. It was close, but I managed to avoid coming in my pants. Micah collapsed against the sofa with a heaving chest and blown pupils. He was wrecked and debauched, but my chest swelled with pride at the sight.
“Mark me, Daddy. Remind me who I belong to.”
With a growl, I whipped my cock out, spit into my hand, and began stroking my cock at a furious pace. Within seconds, my release painted Micah across his dick, his stomach, his chest, and up to his cheek. Micah swiped the cum from there and sucked it off his finger, then rubbed the remainder into his skin. His hooded eyes locked on mine.
I felt the earth move beneath me. This started because I’d never been attracted to anyone the way I was to Micah, and in that shed, I couldn’t let him walk away even if I hadn’t understood precisely why. It was elemental. And the accidental swerve to Daddy? Exactly correct.
This was more than all of that. Micah was water and air to me. Regardless of the Daddy aspect, I’d want to be with him. Him being in dire straits in the shed had nothing to do with my feelings for him. It wasn’t about saving Micah, although I was glad to do that. I wanted to be everything to him because he was already everything that mattered to me. It was only a matter of time before he understood.
Jamie’s understanding might take longer.
Jamie had elected to take a later ferry than mine, explaining he had a few errands to run. I hadn’t pressed him on it since his agreement to give Micah a proper chance was fragile. Having dinner on the mainland likely made more sense, but I thought Micah would be more comfortable if he met Jamie on home territory.
In deference to Micah, for the first time in thirty-something years, Jamie used the front door and rang the bell instead of letting himself in via the side door in the kitchen.
“Hey, thanks for coming,” I said as he stamped his wet shoes on the mat by the front door. “This is Micah.” I tugged Micah from where he stood behind until he was directly next to me.
“Wouldn’t miss it. Hey, Micah. I’m Jamie. I’ve heard a lot about you.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Micah clung to my hand when Jamie stepped into the foyer. He’d fretted about his clothing choice and nervously smoothed his open hand down his shirt.
After the awkward introductions were over, we all trooped into the kitchen, where Nix had left our dinner to be reheated. Jamie sat at the counter with Micah while I operated the stove. On our way to the kitchen, Micah grabbed his backpack and set it down next to his chair. I watched Jamie notice it, but he didn’t ask about it. Once our braised short ribs and roasted carrots were warm, we transitioned to the table.
Jamie, always a charmer, turned it up for Micah and had him at ease by the time the timer chimed for our apple crisp dessert. Growing up, Jamie and I had spent countless hours in this kitchen playing cards with my grandpa. I was surprised when Jamie suggested, and Micah agreed, to play. Within a few rounds, Micah was consistently beating us both. After one particularly rough round for me, Micah excused himself to the bathroom. After he left the room, Jamie stopped and listened for the distant sound of the door closing.
“He’s still carrying around the backpack, huh?”
“It makes him feel better…like a kid with their security blanket.”
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” Jamie sounded skeptical but didn’t question it further.
I was so used to Micah having his bag near him that I hardly noticed it anymore. It was just part of him.
“Before I forget, I need to send you those notes on the new protocols. We’ll need to finalize the pathways by the end of the week.” I headed off to my office to hopefully be done before Micah returned. Micah heard me in my office and joined me so we could return to the kitchen together. I wasn’t surprised he was reluctant to face Jamie on his own. He was a charming but unknown entity to Micah.
“Done?” I nodded, and Jamie continued, “Then I’m going to head off for the night. Micah, it was good to meet you. I’ll need you to keep this guy in line.”
“I think he does fine on his own,” Micah answered with a small smile. I wrapped an arm around him.
“The loyalty is appreciated.” I pressed a small kiss to his forehead.
Micah smiled up at me, and I grew ten feet tall. Micah tucked into my side was precisely how I wanted every evening to end.
“Give me a minute.” I waved vaguely for Jamie to sit in the chair in front of my desk. This never-ending pitch was the longest ten minutes of my life. A local import-export family company was attempting a capital restructure to avoid an unwanted takeover. A vice president at the place was the asshole who cornered Micah. Their favorable terms offer didn’t matter because they weren’t getting jackshit from me.
“Let me cut this off here. I won’t be investing and tell John he’s the reason.”
“That’s cold, man.”
Jamie sat in the chair with his low-slung jeans and a tight shirt. Aesthetically, I could acknowledge he was a good-looking guy. But…nothing. He was too tall, too bearded, too blond, and too fucking cocky. And not Micah. I guess I had a type.
“It’s deserved. Micah and I went to a fundraiser a while back, and their VP was an asshole to Micah. It doesn’t matter anyway because Emil is working a takeover.”
Jamie attempted to look nonchalant, but I recognized the expression he wore. He looked guilty as hell, and that couldn’t have anything to do with an interrupted phone call. “What did you do?”
“You know I only want the best for you, right?”
“What. Did. You. Do?”
“I thought Micah was the sweetest, innocent little twink I’ve ever met. He doesn’t drink or smoke, and darn is a swear word? That’s some bullshit. He is playing the long con. For someone smart, you’re being pretty fucking stupid.”
“Jamie, are you going to tell me what you did?”
“I attached a tracker to his bag.”
“What the fuck!”
“Look, if he’s not doing anything wrong, then what difference does it make? I know you think you’re halfway in love with him, maybe all the way, but you need to protect yourself. You don’t know a thing about this guy, and there’s zero proof of his sob story.”
“The paper issue was real.”
“Okay, but he claims he was doing day labor to survive when you two met, right? You ever seen any proof of that?”
“How would I? The exact fucking point of day labor is no documentation. How the hell would he prove it? I know he was barely eating because I felt the bones under his skin myself.”
“You can’t just accept him at his word. You’re a fuck-ton smarter than this. Look, maybe he has a magic dick—I get it. I’ve been blinded by it, but you can’t be this careless. You have an obligation to your family and this company. Leave the tracker in the bag for now. You said he always has it, so he’ll keep it with him, and if he checks out, you can say I told you so until one of us is dead.”
“Goddammit.”
Jamie’s point was valid, but it still pissed me off. I’d accepted Micah at face value and never questioned his motives or story. But I wasn’t the only one who mattered. My employees and family expected me to be the smart one, and…Jamie was right.
Fuck.