Chapter 12
Twelve
THEO
My life has been a fucking whirlwind since I arrived in Silverpine.
From spending time with my grandmother, meeting people who don't care that I'm gay, to possibly falling for two men at the same time. Both River and Colt have pinned me with feelings that I never thought I would have, or that one man should have for two men at the same time.
It's both exhilarating and terrifying at once, and sometimes I catch myself smiling for no reason, just thinking about them. Then my worry kicks in and I think that people will think I am greedy having both men, but also that I am causing trouble for both men by leaving in the new year.
This small town was supposed to be a quick stop to help out Patty, but part of me thinks that staying could also be a good thing.
“You okay, babe?”
I blink out of my thoughts, looking at Colt, who is sitting next to me in his truck.
He brought me to the drive-in theater that has been temporarily set up for Christmas.
“Yeah, sorry. Just got lost in my head.” I smile.
“You sure? You can talk to me, Theo.” He reaches for my hand, pulling my cold one into his palms. The heat from his soaks into mine, and I shiver. My dick twitches in my pants.
“I know.” I sigh heavily. “This is all fucking new to me, Colt.”
“Language,” he snaps, but with a gentle smile on his face. “A good boy like you should not cuss, baby.”
“I am twenty-eight, ya know.” I grin, which makes his own smile widen, flashing me those pearly whites.
“Be careful what you say with that mouth, baby, because I can think of a few ways to shut it up.” His hand moves to my face, his thumb gently touching my lip and moving across the flesh.
His eyes focus on what he is doing, so intense and full of concentration and desire. My heart starts to beat faster in my chest, my body becoming hot all over. Thankfully, I have removed my coat and hoodie, so now I sit in a long-sleeved Henley, but I am still warm from his touches.
Out of instinct, I lick my bottom lip, my tongue gracing his thumb, and a deep growl slips from him as his gaze settles on me.
“You have no idea what I want to do with that tongue.” His voice drops an octave or five, and it sends a ripple of lust through me.
“I think I do,” I murmur, not sure if he heard me but from the way he moves in a flash, slamming his mouth onto mine, I guess he did.
His kiss is bone-deep. I feel it in every inch of my body, much like River’s kisses.
Both men send my body into a molten lava stage, and fuck me, there is no place I would rather be.
With expert persuasion, he moves his seat back and pulls me into his lap so that I am straddling his thick thighs. Being bold with him like I was with River, I kiss him this time. He smiles against my lips, showing me that he likes me making my move.
Every thought and worry I had about dating two men, about being fucked by two men, vanishes. His kisses make everything go away and hell, I want to keep feeling this light.
All too soon, Colt pulls back a hair’s breadth away. I whimper at the loss of his lips on mine, to which he chuckles.
“Did you kiss River like this?” he asks against my lips.
“Yeah.” I lean in, but he arches back, grinning.
“Want to say that again?” he demands, but I hear no weight behind his words.
I tilt my head, not sure what he means. Then it hits me and my back straightens, my shoulders go back, and my dick throbs in my jeans.
“Yes,”
“Good boy.”
Holy fucking shit.
Those two simple words have me leaking.
He flashes me a smile that says he likes that I kissed River.
The way that Colt looks at me and River, the way he calls himself a Daddy excites me but also scares the hell out of me. I have wanted something like this for so long, but seeing the way that some gay people are treated for their sexual kinks has made me hide what I have always wanted.
I believe deep down that River wants this too. His words and actions have made me believe that he would very much like Colt to be our Daddy.
A whimper leaves my lips, and Colt’s eyes darken, turning molten right in front of me.
“My boy wants more?” he edges, and I nod.
It is like I have fallen into the role of being his good boy, and hell, I like it. I know next to nothing about this man, but he makes me feel both wanted and needed at the same time.
I feel safe with him.
“I need more.”
“Baby, you will have more of my lips any time you want, but right now, we could use this time to talk, to get to know each other like you and River did.”
I sit back, my back hitting the steering wheel, but I do not care. I have never been in this position before. Hell, I have never been this close to a man before.
Sure, I have kissed a few but never actually had sex with one, or sat in their lap, but Colt makes me feel like I can do things with him.
Being here in Silverpine and away from the big city gives me fresh air to breathe, to clear my mind.
Who knew that visiting would help me to think about what my future could hold?
“Theo, baby, ask me anything. I am an open book to you.
This is daunting as fuck for someone as shy as you, and do not deny it.
It is clear that you are not as experienced being with men as River and I are, and that is okay.
Fuck, I really fucking like the idea of teaching you how things should be.
Not that you will be doing them with anyone else.
“This is new to you, I get that, but we will ease into it, unless this is something that you do not want. In that case, I will understand completely. River, maybe not; that boy can pout like no other I have seen.”
I laugh, licking my lips, which earns me a growl. I focus on the belt buckle that he is wearing: a metal oval, with a floral design and a big ‘W’ in the center.
“I like this. It shows honor, love, and respect for your family.” I trace over the pattern.
This bold side of me is freaking me out. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever touch a man’s belt buckle, but then again, I would never sit in a man’s lap either, yet here we are.
“That is exactly what it represents, baby. The Woods family are everything you just said and more.” His hands resting on my hips make me shiver.
“Are you cold?” I shake my head, a smirk playing on his lips.
“When did you know that you were a ‘Daddy Dom’?”
“I have always been dominant in bed, but it was later in college that I found out what I was. Went to a few sex clubs with friends, found out what worked for me. I am not a Daddy with all of my lovers; some I just use to get off when the timing fits.”
The idea of him with other men just for the sake of it sits heavy in my stomach. A growl slips free, making his smirk widen. He leans in closer, his gaze never leaving mine, as if daring me to ask more or pull away.
No way am I pulling away from getting more kisses from him. If he fucks like he kisses, I am screwed to high heaven and back.
“I am no saint, baby. I have fucked plenty of men before you, but none of them matter. If you will both have me, then only you and River will touch my cock from now on.”
“Colt.” I whimper his name.
In my world, I am the big bossman despite being shy, nerdy, and awkward. People listen to me, and work for me. They respect me and do as I say, yet here, I turn into mush hearing Colt speak about what he wants from me and River.
“When did you know that you needed a Daddy?”
I shrug at his question.
“I am not sure. Sex has never been a thing for me.” My chest seizes when Colt inhales.
“You are a virgin?” Holy moly, his deep voice resonates right through me, making my balls ache like they never have before.
How does he do that?
I say nothing, my cheeks heating from embarrassment. I’m sitting here with this man, who has no doubt fucked hundreds of men, while I am yet to be taken.
Big hands cup my face, forcing me to look at him.
“Do not lie to me.”
“Yes,” I whisper, shame running through me.
“Fuck me,” he grunts, his hands tightening on my hips. “How far?”
Frowning, I lick my lips and tilt my head, unsure of what he’s asking.
“How fucking far have you gone with a man?”
My eyes widen a fraction, before they focus on his belt again.
“Do not look away from me when I am asking you a question, boy. Now answer your Daddy.” My breath hitches when he calls himself my daddy.
My hips involuntary rock, rubbing my hard-on against the bulge hiding behind his zipper.
“Kissing. Maybe a hand job.” My voice is low, barely audible.
Colt says nothing, his body tight beneath mine.
I fight to keep my gaze lowered, but I lose out, needing to see his eyes to see what he is thinking.
Dark eyes stare back, and in that look, wonder and arousal meet.
His nostrils flare, his lips are parted, and I see him gritting his teeth like he is trying to hold himself back.
His hands move to my thighs, slowly sliding down and around to my ass that is kind of wedged between him and the steering wheel.
My heart is hammering in my chest waiting for what he will say about my inexperience. I know that is a turnoff for some men, but will it be for Colt?