Rowan 25.
“Baby?” I mumble a little while after our shared orgasms. Being with him freely, watching him find his pleasure…priceless.
“Hmm?” he hums in response, nuzzling impossibly closer.
“Will you tell me about your parents?” Steve lazily stretches his body, arching his neck to look me in the eyes, his soft lips tipped up, his brown eyes warm and happy. I expected the opposite, so I’m glad asking didn’t make him sad. I offer a small smile of my own.
“Ulysses Wainwright, a shrewd businessman, but a pushover when it came to his great love, Henriette Valjean.” I chuckle at his delivery. “My parents…were awesome. They ran an empire together but always had time for me. They were at games, school programs, doctor’s appointments. I wasn’t raised by nannies and au pairs, I wasn’t a burden to be dealt with, I was a blessing. They called me that all the time. Which was amusing…” he trails off, sitting up suddenly, “because when I was born, I managed to snag her urethra and rip it from her bladder.”
“How…what…how?” I stutter, unable to believe such a thing is even possible.
Steve laughs, his eyes practically glowing with giddy amusement, “Yeah, it was a thing!” He waves off the details as if insignificant and I decide to follow his lead for the time being. “She had to have several surgeries to fix it, and in the end, had a partial hysterectomy, so she couldn’t have any more children. I remember apologizing when I was younger, and she admonished me. Told me I had nothing to apologize for, I came into the world with style, made an entrance to remember, and she encouraged me to live my life the same.”
“They knew you were gay?” I ask, curious, considering my own parents were supportive, but others I know have coming-out horror stories.
“ I was born this way !” he sings. “There was no hiding all that was Ulysses Steven Valjean Wainwright. I mean, with a name like that, how could I not be extra ?” His laughter tapers off, his gaze unfocused. “They were at a business dinner when I was 17. I stayed home because those dinners were boring as shit. The police showed up well after they were supposed to be home.” He shrugs, but the tension in his shoulders is hard to miss. I draw him into my arms, patting his head as he rests it between my collar and jaw. “With a few words, my entire world tipped over and it felt like I had nothing to hold onto. I was free falling, scrambling for purchase. Wainwright Enterprises and all its holdings were now mine, as well as my parents’ personal property, and my mother’s family estate. If it weren’t for Chase and Roscoe, I would have continued to fall right off the face of the earth.”
“Roscoe?”
“My dad’s best friend, my godfather, business advisor, pseudo uncle, therapist, etc., etc.”
“You trust him?” I ask, unable to turn off Rowan the cop. Steve snickers, pressing a kiss to the underside of my chin.
“Implicitly.” My radar pings, and Steve must sense some shift in me. He leans back, grips my chin with his fingers, and forces me to look at him. “Chase monitors everyone, including Roscoe, that has anything to do with me, my businesses, and my money.” I nod in understanding, but before I can voice another concern, he continues, “And Roscoe monitors Chase for the same reason. And Mercury monitors all of them.” Steve starts laughing and I can’t help but join him. “I promise, Daddy, I’ve got good people in my life.”
“I’m glad, baby.”
“So, you’ll fit right in.” He says shyly. My heart can’t take the adorableness, and neither can my cock. “Daddy…uh, do you think the club will be mad I kept secrets?”
I give his concern the consideration it deserves, but my immediate response doesn’t change. “No. Well, maybe Dru, because she’s crazy. They’ll understand your reasons and respect them. But I guarantee they’ll still give you a hard time about it.”
“That’s expected.”
“Speaking of the club, I claimed you.” His head bumps against my chin when he nods. “And we’ve confirmed you’re on board.” He nods again. “You’ve been a member of the club as a Hospitality Specialist.” His body tenses, so I rub my hand up and down his smooth back. “Do you enjoy it?”
“Uh…” He hesitates and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why.
“Boy, you can and will talk to me about anything. There is no subject off-limits between us.”
“It’s weird to talk about having sex with other people to you.”
“Why? I fucking love watching you do it.” I admit. He rears back in shock, his eyes wide. I smirk at his reaction, shrugging as I explain. “Just like earlier in this bed, your pleasure makes me happy. It feeds something inside me…gives me unspeakable joy to watch you be taken apart piece by sexy piece at the end of someone’s cock, or fingers, or tongue. I love when it’s my own, but it’s no less erotic and satisfying when it’s someone else. So long as you are sated, so am I.”
“What about jealousy? Are you ok with sharing me?”
“In a controlled environment? Yes. I need to be involved so that I may see to your safety, but that involvement might be a voyeur, a director, or a participant. Do you wish to continue your role with the GGMC as a Hospitality Specialist, servicing club members?”
“You’ll be there? Watching? Telling us what to do?”
“Would that be acceptable to you?”
He moans, shifting his body, rubbing his erection against my hip. “Yes, that sounds amazing.” I grab a handful of his ass, shaking it as I urge him closer to use me for friction.
“We don’t have to decide right now. We can experiment, and always change our minds later.”
“Thank you.” He rolls over, straddling my pelvis, our erections rubbing against each other, drawing moans from both of us. The way he moves above me, I’m not even inside him, but you wouldn’t know it by how he undulates, the sensual curve of his body…there isn’t a thing about this man that doesn’t captivate me. I feel my obsession and devotion to him swell within me. “I want you to be in control. Food, sleep, health…and if and when I cum. God, daddy, I want to be yours in every way.”
“You are mine.” I assure him, dragging his mouth to mine, lifting my hips to meet his, pushing us closer to the edge. “And because you’re mine, you’re going to cum with me right now and clean us up with that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“ Fuuuck, ” he groans, his body trembling through his release. I hold him still, my hands banded around his lower back, rocking him back and forth, smearing his cum between us until my own release joins his. I barely move my arms before he’s scooting back and diving down to lick us clean.
I run my hand through his dirty blond locks, “Such a good boy.” He hums happily, his eyes roaming up the expanse of my body to meet mine as he grins.
He’s just finishing, when I ask, “What about Chase?” I stifle my smirk when he growls low, his brows slanting harshly as he sneers at me.
“What about Chase ?” Baby boy has claws.
“I’m a one boy kind of daddy, but I understand that you two are a package deal, and he is a boy like you. I don’t mind keeping Chase in line until he finds a daddy of his own. And while I would be open to watching you two together, I will NOT touch another sexually.”
“Daddy,” he breathes out. “You scared me.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” I draw him up my body, until our noses touch. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I just want you to know that if Chase is important to you, he’s important to me.” Steve’s eyes fill with tears, even as a blinding smile stretches his pouty lips.
“I love…that you’re my daddy.” I’ll let it go for now, but I won’t pretend I missed that slip and cover up. We are new, and moving at lightning speed in some ways, so I will give him time. And when he’s ready, I’ll be ecstatic to shout my feelings from any available rooftops.
“Chase and I…we don’t…we’re brothers in every way that counts. We enjoy the same things, but separately, never together.”
I nod, “Good to know. I’m so glad that you’ve had Chase in your life, baby boy.”
“Me too.”
A quick glance at my bedside table and I wince when I see the time. I pat his hip, “I’m sorry our morning has to end, but I need to feed you before I head to work. I’m off the next two days and will be working around the clubhouse.” It’s interesting to watch Steve transform into Ulysses, the confident set of his shoulders, the change in the tone of his voice. I’m not as fond of the dimming of the fire in his eyes, but I understand the need for it. I’ll just have to work extra hard to stoke the flames when we’re alone.
“Chase and I need to go to the Rook and then Wainwright Enterprises. I’ll be back this evening.”
“When I return home, I will find you in this bed.” It is not a request. A brief flash of something enters his gaze before he snuffs it out.
“I’ll be here.”
For the rest of our lives, if I have anything to say about it.