Epilogue
ALLEN
It had been six months since Patrick moved in with me and the bees. Six months of waking up in his arms to morning kisses and shared breakfasts…and building a life together.
In other words, the best six months of my life.
I finished labeling the last jar of honey and put it in the shipping box. My new assistant would be back in the morning to handle the packing and deliveries. Hiring Tracy was Patrick's idea. Just one of many ways he gently nudged me toward taking better care of myself.
He was right. Letting Tracy handle the shipping meant I had energy left when Daddy got home. Energy for us.
The front door opened, and Patrick's familiar footsteps were mixed with the rustle of takeout bags. "I'm home!"
“Coming.” I abandoned my work station and practically ran to the kitchen.
He was standing there with bags from my favorite noodle place, looking sexy in his flour-dusted clothes from the bakery.
"Hi, Daddy."
"There's my sweet boy." He put the bags down and opened his arms for me.
Like always, I went to him without hesitation, burying my face in his chest and breathing in the hints of vanilla and brown sugar that clung to him.
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "How was your day?"
"Good. Just finished the last batch for today. Tracy will take care of everything else tomorrow."
"Good job, sweetheart." Patrick kissed the tip of my nose and then pulled back. "I got noodles and nuggies. Thought we could have a nice easy dinner tonight."
My stomach rumbled at the mention of chicken nuggets. Patrick knew all my favorite Little foods, and loved to give me the things that made me feel seen and cared for.
We ate at the kitchen table and dug in. Patrick told me a funny story about a difficult customer and promised to let me test some new cookie recipes he was gonna try out. And I told him about the hive inspection I did that morning and that one of the queens was doing especially well.
It was ordinary. Domestic. Perfect.
After dinner, Patrick quickly cleaned up and then pulled me into his arms. “How about we get your bath started.”
“Yes, please!” As we headed to the bathroom, I leaned into his side, already feeling myself slip into that special place I could only find with Daddy.
Bubble baths were a major part of our nighttime routine. Daddy would run the water to the exact right temperature and then add the bubbles, and then he’d sit on the edge of the tub while I played and splashed and squirmed while he soaped me up.
Patrick pulled me in for a kiss and reached for the hem of my t-shirt. “You ready to get naked, sweetheart?”
“With you, always.” I closed my eyes and let him undress me. I swayed in his hold as he kissed and teased his way down my body. “I wish you could play with the bubbles too.”
"I’d rather play with you." When I was naked, he helped me step into the warm water.
I sighed and leaned back as bubbles climbed up my chest.
Patrick usually just handed me toys before getting the washcloth ready, but this time, he started taking off his own clothes.
I grinned and looked at him with a hopeful gaze. "Daddy?"
"Scoot forward, sweetheart." Daddy climbed into the tub behind me and then gently pulled me back against him with his legs on either side of mine.
"Oh." I rested my head on his shoulder as he cocooned me in his arms. "This is nice."
"Mmm." Daddy kissed my ear and then cheek and jaw before he reached for the washcloth and soap.
I just breathed him in as he lathered up the towel and ran it across my chest. His touch was methodical and soothing, washing away the stress of the day along with the dirt and rogue honey spots.
"I want to be close to you tonight, baby." He worked his way down my arms, gently massaging my skin as he cleaned.
When he reached my tummy, I squirmed and giggled.
"Does that tickle?" He dragged his fingertips across my pelvis, making me arch out of the water.
"Yes, Daddy. Tickles!"
He chuckled and moved lower, washing as far down as he could reach because I wasn’t about to move out of his grasp. Daddy’s palm slid over my chest and his fingers brushed my nipples.
I shivered despite the warm water and exhaled contentedly.
"Feel good?"
I nodded, unable to form words.
Patrick's hands continued their exploration until his fingers finally closed around my hardening cock. "Does this feel good?" His lips found my neck and pressed soft kisses there.
"So good, Daddy. I love it."
He stroked me slowly, gripping me with the exact right amount of pressure and his rhythm unhurried. His hard cock pressed against my lower back, thick and insistent. "You're so beautiful like this, baby." His voice was low in my ear and made my balls tighten. "So perfect for Daddy."
I rocked into his hand as water sloshed around us. His free hand came up to tilt my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. Daddy sucked my skin between his teeth, making me groan.
"Mark me, Daddy." I pressed against his cock, hoping it might accidently slide right into me even though he wasn’t at the right angle at all. “I want to come with your mouth on me.”
He licked across my skin and stroked me faster. "Let go, baby. I've got you."
I came with a soft grunt as pleasure washed over me as fully as the bathwater.
Daddy held me through it, and his hand continued working me until I was trembling against him. "Good boy," he murmured and kissed my temple. "Such a good boy for Daddy."
I turned in his arms and carefully straddled his lap. The water had cooled slightly, but I didn't want to get out yet. I just needed to be closer to him. "Let me take care of you, Daddy." I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled on it up and down the way he liked.
His head fell back against the tub, and his eyes closed. "Sweetheart..."
I kissed along his jaw and down to his chest. My breath hitched when I saw a bead of milk appear at the tip of his nipple. Without thinking, I lowered my head and licked it away.
But one drop was never enough, so I pulled his nipple against my tongue and sucked until delicious milk was spraying into my mouth.
Patrick groaned and his hips jerked up into my hand. The combination of my mouth on him, and my slippery fingers hand on his dick drove him over the edge. He came with a shudder and shot a creamy ribbon into the water.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me with our foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air.
Who knew there was room for bathtime to get even better, but he did it. Daddy made everything better. "I love you, Daddy."
Patrick smiled and cupped my face in his hands. "I love you too, sweetheart. So much."
I traced my fingers over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I'm so grateful for that delivery mix-up. Who knew that milk and honey could give us such a great life."
Patrick laughed softly, tucking a wet strand of hair behind my ear. "Best mistake I ever received."
Eventually, we got out and dried off. Daddy wrapped me in a fluffy towel and carried me to our bedroom. He dressed me in my favorite onesie and tucked me into bed.
Then he climbed in beside me and held me against his chest. "Hungry?"
I nodded. I was always hungry for him. “Yes, please.”
Without any other words, I got into position and latched onto his nipple. His milk flowed easily as his hand combed through my hair.
This was home.
Not the walls or the hives or the jars of honey waiting to be shipped.
Home was right there in Patrick's arms. Safe and loved…and happy.
"Sweet dreams, little one."
I smiled around his nipple and let my eyes drift closed.
Sweet dreams indeed.