Chapter 4
TWINK
When I stirred in the morning, the slight sting of a headache was the first thing that caught my attention before I felt Carter’s arm around me, tugging me close, the way he’d get sometimes, you know, back when I didn’t know he was a lying asshole cheat.
Wait…if he’s a lying asshole cheat, why the hell am I in bed with him? And why are his arms so thick? What the fuck is this delicious woodsy smell? And what the fuck is on my leg?
My skin pricked with sensation as my nerves came alive. I jerked away, turning around swiftly, my worry quickly diffused when I recognized his face from the night before.
Hot Daddy.
But what the hell was that thing I’d felt on my leg?
I started to pull up the sheet to see, but I realized it had to have been in my head since it was too small to be his leg and too large to be a cock—at least, I hoped it was too large to be a cock because if it was…holy hell, I’m ambitious, but I’m only human.
Daddy still had his eyes closed, breathing heavily, though I was surprised he wasn’t more of a snorer.
And fuck, that scruff across his face was just right, about an inch of it, so full.
I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I worried about disturbing him, so I was careful in trying to get out of the bed, quietly sliding onto my side…
Daddy’s eyes popped open, his mouth widening before an ear-piercing sound hit my ears, and I swore it was strong enough that it tossed me off the bed.
I was sure I was about to hit the wall, only a few feet from the bed, but before I knew it, Daddy had me in his arms, cupping the back of my head right before it had a chance to hit.
“Twink?”
Is he seriously gonna keep calling me that? Not that I mind…
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
“Uh…I…” I searched around, unsure what to even think of what happened since I could’ve sworn his scream pushed me back like it was a physical force, but that was ridiculous.
I must’ve jumped back from how it frightened me.
I definitely wasn’t expecting that wild-ass noise to come from this guy’s mouth.
He had his hand on the small of my back, worry in his expression, and honestly, if this was how he was gonna treat me when he was worried, maybe I could pretend to be hurt. Not that I would have done that.
“I’m fine. Thanks for catching me.”
But how did he get up that quickly?
He studied my mouth, grinning for a reason I couldn’t work out.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Just happy to understand you.”
What a strange thing to say…
His brows tugged together before he added, “I mean, that you’re okay.”
I laughed. “I’m glad you’re okay too. You were so out of it last night.”
“Out of it?”
“Drunk.”
“I was drunk? As in I consumed too much alcohol and you noticed that altering my behavior?”
I winced. “Maybe it’s not totally out of your system yet. Sorry, what was your name?”
“It’s me, Daddy,” he said, as though I’d forgotten the joke from last night.
“You’re funny.”
His expression twisted up, which was odd.
I assumed he might have just had a strange sense of humor.
I waited for him to give me his actual name, but we stood there, staring awkwardly at each other.
Not that I had a problem staring at that beautiful face…
or those hypnotic blue eyes, with these little ridges of white, like spikes almost, or icicles.
The sort that had the power to distract me from the lingering effects of my hangover.
“Anyway…” I dragged out, “if you forgot my name…”
“Oh, I remember,” he said, which made me blush. Although, I didn’t remember telling him my name—not a huge shocker, given how tipsy I got.
“In that case, I appreciate you carrying me home last night.”
“It was my pleasure.”
“Mkay, so…would you like to stay for waffles?”
“Waffles?”
I had to chuckle. “For breakfast. Unless you had something else planned.”
“For instance?” he inquired, as though it were a serious question.
I laughed, much louder this time. “You’re so weird, Daddy. Come on. I’ll make you some waffles. Big guy like you must eat a few. How many you want?”
“I’m not really sure,” he replied as I led him out of my room.
He followed right behind me, through the living area, to the kitchen island.
I knelt and fetched the waffle maker from the cabinet beside the oven and placed it on the counter.
“I feel like you might need at least four,” I said, jumping when I realized he was standing less than an inch from me.
“Jesus Christ! You scared the crap out of me. Twice in one morning.”
He tilted his head, inspecting my face, before taking a step back. “Sorry. What would you like me to do while you make waffles?”
He talks so strangely…
“You can sit at the kitchen island,” I said, motioning toward it. “Like a normal person.”
He hurried over as I set up the waffle maker, and when I turned around, found him sitting on the island.
“Um…”
“Yes?” he asked.
“There are stools on the other side.”
“Oh…”
But he didn’t budge.
“That’s where you would sit,” I said as though explaining how the world worked to a goddamn alien.
Daddy smiled. “Of course, Twink.” He scooted off the island and made his way around before assessing one of the stools.
“So…did you have a fall before meeting me and hit your head?” I asked, trying to work out why he was acting this way. “Or are you still a little drunk?”
“I did fall last night, actually,” he said, taking a seat.
There was some relief in hearing that. Maybe that explained it.
“Yesterday was hectic for me,” he said. “I was fucked.”
As I fetched the waffle mix from the pantry, I said, “Want to talk about it?”
“I shouldn’t.”
Yup. Still weird.
I was at a loss how to make conversation with a man who seemed to throw me with every answer, so I just got the waffles started before making another attempt.
“So what part of town do you live in?”
“I’m staying not far from the bar where we met.”
“Oh, really? You live near Filth? Are you in Ryo or the Veco complex?”
His brow creased. “I…”
He didn’t seem eager to share, so I said, “Sorry. None of my business. I’m still learning about boundaries with my therapist. Like I probably shouldn’t have even said that because I don’t want to trauma-dump on you. But my friend lives in Ryo, which is why I was asking.”
“Powerbottom?”
I rolled my head back and laughed. “I figured that horndog might have fucked you already. Why didn’t he say anything to me last night?”
“I have not mated with him, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”
Mated? The hell?
But then, when you were that hot, you could be a little strange.
“Oh…so he’s just earned a reputation, then. But yeah, he likes to have a good time. Not that I’m not a powerbottom, but I haven’t been with anyone in a while. Not feeling too confident since my breakup with a douchebag extraordinaire. Oh, I shouldn’t say that. You might know him.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m new to town.”
“That’s probably why you needed me to point the way back here last night.
Yeah, found out he was a cheating cheater with this other guy who’s so much hotter than me, but also the same type as me.
My upgrade—a twunk.” As the waffle maker light came on, I flipped it and added, “TMI. Sorry. I just…I saw him last night, so it worked all this up, and I’ve been… ”
“You’re sad.”
I turned to him, saw the sympathy in his expression. I nodded, hanging my head.
I chastised myself as I returned to making waffles. I didn’t need to be spilling my guts to this guy. He was beautiful and way too attractive to be here with me, and if I wasn’t careful, I was gonna wind up scaring him off.
But as I tried to keep my mouth shut, we continued in silence until I finished with the waffles. After I plated them and set them before him, I settled on the stool adjacent to his.
“I’m sorry Cheating Cheater Douchebag Extraordinaire hurt you,” he said, and it was nice hearing someone else call him that for a change.
“Yeah, well, I’m sure you’ve had your share of bad relationships.”
“Yes, I broke up recently, and she was not happy about it.”
“She? Are you bi?”
“What is that exactly?”
I was sure he’d misheard me. “Bisexual. Into guys and girls?”
“Oh, mating,” he clarified.
“Mating? Oh my God. You look like you’re in your thirties, but you keep saying mating. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone call it that. Maybe in Bio 101. So, who do you prefer to mate with, Daddy?”
“Whoever I can impregnate.”
I snickered. “Well, you can impregnate me anytime, Daddy.”
I forked out the waffle in the maker, noticing he wasn’t laughing at that, and as I glanced back at him, his gaze on me was so intense, something feral about it, that it got my ass a little twitchy. A shame, as I wasn’t sure I was good for a morning fuck.
“You would like to be impregnated?” he asked, as if he were totally serious.
Kinky fucker.
Although, I couldn’t laugh at that because it was hot as hell, the idea of this big man breeding my ass. I swallowed as we locked gazes.
“I do like a good breeding,” I said playfully, my cheeks catching fire, then had to look away like the fucking coward I am.
But I could still feel his gaze boring into me.
This guy had some kind of power over me, and I liked it.
“Well, you’re a very hot guy,” I admitted.
“I’m sure a lot of guys would like to be bred by you. ”
I needed to get out of this awkwardness, so I pulled out my phone and keyed in to Maps. But before I could do anything else, Daddy seized my wrist. I nearly jumped out of my stool as our eyes locked. His were wide, terror-struck. He shook his head, glaring at my phone as if it were a bomb.
“Um…”