Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jasper
“Fuck, Jasper, you’re gonna kill me,” Daddy groaned.
After the carnival, we headed back to the hotel. We stripped down to the skin and collapsed on the bed. I wasn’t wasting time getting my hands on Daddy because I wanted—needed—to prove that he was mine. No one was going to steal him away. I was going to show him who he belonged to. Me.
I slipped my mouth over the head of his cock again and sucked lightly while he combed his fingers through my curls and played with the skin on the back of my neck.
When I’d pushed him onto the bed, he ended up half-lounging against the pillows like a king waiting to be fawned over, and I was more than happy to give it my best shot.
His groans and ground-out words of praise fed my soul.
This man made me feel so damn good about myself.
When Daddy moved on to babbling, I slid his shaft farther into my mouth until I felt him at the back of my throat.
I didn’t have a lot of talents worth mentioning, but my lack of a gag reflex was a bright spot.
I bobbed on him until his fingers went from threading through my hair to clenching into fists.
“Sugar, get yourself up here. I ain’t the only one having some fun.
I need your dick in my mouth too.” Daddy sat up in bed, grabbed my waist, and flipped me around so my cock was in reach of his mouth.
He didn’t waste any time slipping his lips over me before lying back down.
In this position, we could both get what we wanted, what we needed—each other’s cocks sliding down our throats.
His tongue swirled around my shaft, and I forced myself to concentrate on bringing him right to the edge.
A few times, I faltered and heard him chuckle because his tongue was entirely too distracting.
My balls tightened almost painful against my body while he worked me over.
When I felt his tongue flatten and then swallow around me, I was fairly certain I saw actual stars and maybe even heard angels singing.
My brain went hazy. I played with Daddy’s heavy balls and felt them contracting, close to release.
His hips thrust against my mouth, and I wanted him to come there more than I wanted air.
I doubled my efforts to bring him close, but the more I sucked him, the more his mouth distracted me.
After a while, I wasn’t even sure what noises I was making.
The only thought looping in my head was no teeth, no teeth, no teeth.
My whole body shook in anticipation of what I knew was coming.
My muscles stiffened, and I had no time to warn Daddy before my orgasm ripped through me.
Cum shot down his throat in wave after wave, like an earthquake tearing through me.
At the same time, he shouted and gave one last jerk before I felt his cum fill my mouth.
I sealed my lips around him and swallowed every drop as it spilled out of him.
I finally collapsed after gulping down all the goodness, not caring what I looked like.
My body had lost every ability to move. Daddy was still lying beneath me while I rested my head on his solid thigh.
My cock was spent, but he traced lazy designs on my ass and kissed the leg that rested near his head.
I tried to move away, but Daddy growled.
“Don’t you dare move, sugar. I got the best goddamn view in the world.”
Daddy gripped my hips and kept me firmly on top of him.
It wasn’t a fight I wanted to win, so I relaxed again and simply waited.
But the silence felt heavy. I wanted to tell him I’d never felt like this with anyone before.
It had never occurred to me that I’d stumble upon someone who, like me, wasn’t interested in penetration.
Most of the time, I ended up apologizing for not being into it, but with Daddy, it wasn’t even a factor.
It was just…nice. Nice not to feel like I was defective for not wanting what everyone else seemed to expect.
“Sugar, you’ve got too many thoughts going on in your head.”
“I was just thinking how cool it is that we’re both sides, so nobody has to feel like they’re letting anyone down.”
“There’s no goddamn way your mouth on my dick is anything but heaven. And fuck anyone who makes you feel like you need to apologize.”
I’d never heard that level of ferocity in Daddy’s voice.
He was ready to rage against anyone who dared make me feel less than.
This was new. Daddy might have been the one without relationship experience, but my own relationships had been mostly shit.
Maybe it was better he hadn’t had any, so no baggage leaked into what we had.
In a perfect world, we could have stayed here until morning, finding new ways to explore each other, but I knew the auction was this evening. If we were going to buy anything, it had to be tonight.
“What time is the auction, Daddy?”
“It starts at seven. Why?”
“Because I’m not ready to get off you. I just want to soak in this bed with you.”
“My mama used to talk about soaking when I was a kid, but I don’t think this is what she had in mind.” Daddy chuckled softly. “Never mind that. Go on, find your place.”
At my request, Daddy loosened his grip on my hips, and I maneuvered myself until I was lying across his chest with my leg slung over him.
Daddy’s big arms wrapped around me, cocooning me close.
He kissed the top of my head, and something inside me broke into a million pieces.
I let go of a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
No man in my life had ever kissed me on the head—after sex or any other time.
In that moment, I knew the truth with every part of my heart.
I was in love with Daddy.
“Guys, can I get you something to drink?” the wrangler-jeans-and-pearl-snap-shirt-wearing waiter asked.
We both opted for a Shiner Bock because there was no reason not to enjoy the open bar and buffet.
We’d already piled our plates with brisket and the fixings once, but I could be convinced to go for another round.
I’d never seen a beer waterfall thingy before, but that was the showpiece at the center of the table.
Ridiculous and over the top, sure—but also kind of beautiful.
Like a Vegas fountain, if Vegas fountains flowed with beer instead of water.
Drinks on the way and food in hand, I leaned forward, practically bouncing, as we watched from our spot on the riser overlooking the ring.
All around us, bidders shouted across the room at each other, hugged, and egged each other on to spend more and more money.
It was hard not to get caught up in the excitement—whenever someone won, everyone around them went wild, hooting and hollering and stamping their feet like they’d just run a marathon.
My heart thumped like I was the one holding the paddle.
It was pretty exciting, even if I couldn’t follow the auctioneer’s dizzying pace.
The scoreboard above his head scrolled through the numbers, higher and higher.
I got sidetracked by the astronomical amounts posted.
It felt like we’d swerved straight into crazy town.
We hadn’t even reached the big-money steers yet, and the price board already flashed ten thousand for a trio of chickens.
Thirty thousand for a single goat. Fifteen thousand for two kids.
The kids—the human ones—beamed proudly as they showed off their animals.
You could see the hours of mucking stalls and brushing coats written all over their faces. It was something else.
“How do you decide which animals to bid on?” I asked Daddy as another crate of chickens exited the ring.
“We try to focus on the ones at the lower end of the scale. The top ones are always gonna get bids, and they’re gonna be huge. So we want to get the kids at the bottom.”
“How huge?”
“Last year, the grand champion steer went for over a million dollars.”
My jaw dropped. “Holy crap. Are you serious? One million for a cow?”
Daddy nodded like it wasn’t the most bananas thing I’d ever heard. “It’s been a couple of years, but there was a goat at four hundred, and I think a sheep last year went for almost two.”
“Thousand?” I squeaked. For a second, my brain thought he meant a million again, and I was ready to faint.
“Yeah. I mean, they were records, but it happens. All these kids work hard, so I’m not taking anything away from record breakers, but most won’t see that kind of money. We try to spread it around by focusing on the bottom.”
“Seriously though—why are they called cartels?”
Daddy smirked. “I’m gonna have to think up a really good story to answer that because I really don’t know. But I can tell you how we got our name, if that helps.”
“Yeah, I think I can figure out where Steers and Queers Syndicate came from,” I said with a laugh. I pulled the program guide out of my pocket and slapped it open like I was about to win big in Vegas. “Okay, Daddy, let’s get serious. How are we spending this money?”
He showed me the champions section. “Mark those off. We know they’ll go high. While they’re doing those, here’s our sweet spot.” He tapped the names toward the bottom of the program, like we were in on a secret the rest of the room had missed.
“Do you have a strategy?”
“Well, I thought about it on the way over here, but I’m not sure it’s gonna work.”
“Well, let’s hear it.”
“It’s really complicated, kind of convoluted, but let me see if I can explain.” The twinkle in his eyes was unmistakable. Daddy was serious most of the time, so I loved it when he let the silly out. Not a lot of people got to see that side of him, and it felt like a happy little secret between us.
“I’ll give it my best shot,” I said wryly.
“Okay, but I don’t wanna overwhelm you with the science, so…drumroll please…” Daddy waved his hands like he was unveiling a grand invention. “We go with their names.”