Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
SLONE
Two things popped into my brain the moment awareness penetrated the fog of sleep. One, a heavy heat warmed down my right side, spreading over my ribs to my left and coiling around my hip and inner thigh. And two, a frigid foot that cupped the curve of my calf.
The weight was a welcome one. The cold foot…not so fucking much.
How the boy could be fucking cold, I didn’t know. It was nearly eighty degrees outside already, and the forecast said we would hit ninety. But looking down at his head where it rested on my chest, I couldn’t say I minded.
He snuffled and rubbed his cheek—the uninjured one—against my chest, and warmth blossomed like flowers in spring.
That sort of shit would’ve once made me gag.
I’d never been the poems and flowers sort; instead, it made me smile.
Trey slept like the dead with the sleep mannerisms of a toddler.
One hand fisted and curled under his chin, the other, whenever I lay in bed with him, clamped around me like a kid strangling a stuffed animal.
The sweetness glowed from him, making him seem peaceful and serene.
A complete juxtaposition to Trey Malachek awake.
That saying my gran always said about the devil cowering in fear when a child’s feet hit the floor upon waking came to mind, and a smile tugged at my face.
If ever there was a saying that defined Trey, it was that one.
Especially since he’d confronted his father. It was as if he shed the hair coat that was his fucking father, and the man left standing was the sassy, confident, little bratty cock slut I loved with everything in me.
Yes. Loved. I could no longer deny I’d fallen for the kid hard and fast, in a motherfucking hurry. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The emotional roller coaster of the last few days showed on his face.
The sight of the salty tear tracks that fell every night while he slept pissed me off.
I knew there were shitty fucking parents in the world.
They and their offspring filled the rank and file of the U.S.
Armed Forces. Shitty people being protected by military bureaucracy and military bureaucracy swallowing up kids fucked up by shitty parents only for the war machine to fuck them up even more.
I’d seen it, lived alongside it, and had to fucking deal with the fallout when it happened.
But Donnie fucking Malachek took the grand prize for shitty fathers.
“You’re thinking way too loud for so early in the morning,” Trey whispered.
I rolled onto my side so we were nose to nose.
The bruise…and yes, I knew for sure it was a bruise because I had immediately taken Trey to the emergency room to be checked out.
The doctors there took photos, as did I, just in case Donnie Malachek’s reach stretched to the physicians at the local hospital.
It wouldn’t shock me, the fucking bastard.
Any man who beats his kids and wife—I firmly believe Donnie beat Oksana as well—wasn’t worthy of the name.
“Daddy, let it go. Please. I want to put it all behind me, and I can’t do that if you don’t.”
Tears pooled in my eyes, blurring my vision before trailing out the corners over my nose and dripping onto the pillow beneath me. “I’m trying, baby, I really am.”
“Good. Now, where have you brought me?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Happiness bloomed on his face as he giggled. “If it’s like the last surprise, I will be one happy boy.”
I chuckled and rolled him onto his back, his thighs spreading to make room for me. “You liked being used as a cum dumpster whenever Daddy wanted, huh?”
“Mmm hmm. I loved it. Almost as much as I love…” his eyes went wide, his mouth rounded in a perfect circle. “Oh, shit.”
I smiled. “I love you, too, baby boy. I love you so fucking much.” I kissed him softly, but his mouth never changed shape. So I shoved three fingers into the gaping hole, pushing them in until he gagged. “You leave that mouth open like that, and I’ll always find something to stick in it.”
He warmed the fingers just like I trained him to over that first night together. I still remember how shocked and turned on he was. Kind of like he’d been the morning he spent locked and plugged. It felt so long ago and also as if it had just happened.
Pulling my now drool-drenched fingers from his mouth, I used them to toy with the puckered flesh of his hole. I dropped my forehead to his and whispered, “I want every morning I wake up to be spent just like this with you.”
“Hmmm, same,” he agreed, pulling his knees to his chest. “I think you should do this thing I saw…”
“Which thing is that?”
“Well, I want you to fuck me this morning because I’m needy and my hole needs filling, but what I really want is for you to really put Free Use to work.
I want you to walk up behind me, shove me to the floor and fuck me.
And I read about breath play and breeding kink, and I really want you to paddle me.
And I never want someone else to touch me, but I like the idea of people watching you use me. ”
I laughed; I couldn’t help myself. He was like a kid with a shiny toy.
“I want to do all those things with you, too. But first, since you’ve been so good, I’m going to plug your cute little hole and lock up your pretty cock, so when I do fuck you, I get to force you to dry orgasm.
Not sure it’s possible with you, considering your dick turns into a leaky faucet if you even think about sex, but we can always keep practicing until we figure it out. ”
“Yes, please,” he said
I slithered down his body and swallowed him whole. My mouth and tongue and hand worked together to get him off. The boy tasted so fucking good; drool pooled in my mouth, coating his dick.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy. Yes!” he cried out and seized up.
His cock thickened in my mouth, stretching my lips as he throbbed and pulsed. Spurt after spurt of his cum landed on my tongue. I held it there, and when he was done, I crawled up his body, forced his mouth open, and let his cum drip from my mouth to his.
The little shit tackled me. He used the cum I just fed him to open himself up before straddling my dick. He sank, inch by inch…
“SLONE! Dammit. Get the fuck up!” Pounding accompanied the yelling, making the carriage house door rattle.
“Go the fuck away!” Trey yelled as he settled fully on my lap.
“You tell them, baby boy,” I whispered, pulling him to me to kiss and lick his mouth of every drop of his cum.
“Daddy, I really want you to fuck me.”
I flipped him onto his back, folded him in half, and pounded his ass until my balls seized.
“Slone, dammit, you’ve got people waiting.”
I ignored Hayden screaming. I ignored the pounding on the door. And the knuckles rapping on the window. Fucking into my boy until my stomach and legs cramped. Tears ran down his face.
“Please, Daddy. Please. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!” he screamed, his hole spasming, milking me fucking dry as I lost all rhythm.
I fell over him, kissing him while we both tried to catch our breath. “I love you, Daddy.”
“Yeah, yeah, he’s a fucking sex god—”
“Fuck!” Trey screamed
“Hayden! Get the fuck out of this bedroom before I send you back to your husband and wife as a eunuch.”
“As if. I could take your ass blindfolded with one hand tied behind your back. Shit, now that I’m thinking about it, that would probably turn you on.”
I snorted. “You’ve gotta lotta room to talk, Papi.”
“Never said I wasn’t just as fucking perverted. Now get the hell up. You have two women here waiting for your asses.”
After a shower and a change of clothes, I threaded my fingers with Trey’s and pulled him out of the carriage house.
“Where are we?”
I laughed. “It’s your surprise. I can’t tell you ahead of time. That ruins all the fun.”
“Can you at least explain where you took me once you put me in the car and drove off?”
I stopped and tapped my chin, as if contemplating divulging what he wanted to know. “Nope. Come with me.”
“Ugh! You’re so mean,” he whined.
“Yes, I am.”
I wandered up onto the wide back porch of Hayden, Declan, and Marcie’s house. Hayden sat in an outdoor armchair, a baby cuddled against his broad chest. “Trey, this is my buddy Hayden. We served together. He’s married to Asher and Bauer’s cousin, Declan, and Gavin’s best friend, Marcie.”
Trey waved, “Hi. Cute kid.”
Hayden nodded. “Yep. He sure is. Looks like his mother. So, you’re the hockey player who turned this morose motherfucker into a grinning idiot. Good work.”
Trey’s brow pinched. “Morose?” he asked, looking up at me.
“Ignore him.” Looking at Hayden, I asked, “They inside?”
He nodded in response, his gaze locked on the baby in his arms.
I turned and opened the screen door, holding it open for Trey. He stepped inside the kitchen and stopped dead. “Holy fuck!”
“Fuh, fuh, fuh!” a baby mimicked from the floor.
“I give up,” Katie swore.
Trey turned around, and his eyes widened. “Daddy, that’s Katie Carter.”
“Holt, dammit. Her name is Katie Holt!”
“Surprise, baby boy.”
While Trey sat in awe of Katie, getting to know her while also trying to hide just how flabbergasted he was, Jackson pulled me out of the room.
He led me down the hall, opening the door to an office where a petite woman with long, straight hair so blonde it was nearly white sat behind a very large desk.
Jackson said, “Slone…this is Charlie—”
“Charlotte Hamilton Richmond. Not Charlie. Charlotte,” she said as she rounded the desk. “I hear you have some information for me about the team.”
“I do.”
Hours later, the…compound…was the only descriptor I could come up with.
I mean, what else do you call a walled, gated, security-staffed private property with houses for, like, ten couples?
I understood why it existed after everything Katie and Jackson had gone through, and I’d heard enough stories from Priest, Cam, and Hayden over the years, but actually seeing it in practice was a little weird.
The place had settled into an easy quiet, babies down for naps while their parents took advantage of the rare opportunity to do the same.
Trey and I were back in bed, in our usual position—me on my back, him draped over me like a clinging vine, having followed our hosts’ cues. The conversation with Charlotte weighed on my mind. I should probably tell Trey about my meddling.
“I know what you did.”
His words startled me, everything going still, including me.
“What are you talking about?”
He lifted onto his elbow, his head dropping into his hand. “Daddy, thank you.”
“For?” I asked.
“For telling Charlotte and Morgan Richmond about what my dad was doing?”
“What…” I sighed. I refused to lie to the boy. I loved him too much for that. “How did you find out?”
He chuckled under his breath. “She pulled me aside while you were off with Hayden and his husband doing whatever you were doing.”
I shook my head. “I won’t apologize.” I probably should, but I would never apologize for taking care of him.
“I don’t want you to. I love that you seem to know what I need and how much I can handle. And when it’s too much, you step in. Or when I’m being hurt or threatened, you put yourself between me and the world. I also know that you’d let me handle it myself if I wanted to. That you’d step back.”
“That’s my job as your Dom and as your partner. To step up when you need me to and step back and support you in the things you want to handle.”
“I won’t always want you to fight my battles for me, but it’s nice knowing you’re there behind me, supporting me.”
My chin trembled. This boy brought me to my knees.
The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt something inside click into place.
Did I still have morose moments? Yeah. But they were growing fewer and farther between.
Trey didn’t fix me, nor could I fix his issues; that was something we each had to tackle ourselves, but just having him beside me and in my life made the weight of the world less.
“Always, baby boy. For as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be here.”