11. Forest
FOREST
Waking up in Scott's bed was the best. At least, it would’ve been if there wasn’t a splint on my hand and a cold spot on the sheets beside me where Scott should have been.
When I stretched and sucked in a deep breath, I could smell coffee and something with cinnamon in it. Either he was making breakfast or had decided the situation called for baking.
I'd been staying with him for four days, and it was still a dream come true. I was done with my meds, but there was no reason to rush home, not when I had a sexy Daddy who cooked for me and fed me milk from his chest and his dick.
I was officially a squatter with no intention of ever leaving.
The splint was annoying, but I was getting used to doing most things with my left hand now.
The only thing I wasn’t sure I’d ever get fully competent in was jacking off as a lefty, but that wasn’t a problem with Scott around.
He was always close by to suck, stroke, or fuck me when I couldn’t do it myself.
He was in the kitchen in sweatpants and a compression shirt, hovering over a pan of something that smelled incredible.
"Good morning, Daddy." I sidled up behind him and kissed the center of his back. “That smells good.”
“Mmm.” He stepped back from the stove and turned so he could give me a kiss. "Morning, baby. You sleep okay?"
"The sleep was good. My dreams were even better." I peeked around him to look into the pan. "What’s cookin’?"
"French toast." He nudged me toward a stool. "Sit down with your hand up on the towel so you don't bang it on the counter again."
“That was a freak accident.” I rolled my eyes but did as he said.
He turned back to the pan and scooped out the French toast onto a plate. “Twice?”
I’d actually done it about ten times, but he didn’t need to know that. “I’m using a towel. Geesh!”
When he looked over his shoulder, I winked to let him know I was just teasing.
As much as I liked to assert my independence with Scott, some part of me genuinely craved his dominance.
When he got all Daddy-like and bossy, my dick got hard even if the urge to push back hit just as hard.
But as he’d been slowly taking care of small things for me and making decisions that used to give me a headache, one thing became abundantly clear.
I was in love with Scott. Not just Scott the man, but also the Daddy. My Daddy.
He slid a plate in front of me and then sat down. Even in just a few days, sharing meals together was quickly becoming one of my favorite times a day. Not the favorite…but definitely a favorite.
After a few minutes of silently enjoying our food, he took a drink of coffee and leaned back. "Did you talk to your landlord yet?" He waited for me to meet his gaze before continuing. "About the lease."
We were actually considering living together after just a few weeks.
It was fast and crazy, and yet it felt like exactly the right thing for us.
"Yeah, actually." I cleared my throat and put down my fork.
"It's month to month, so whenever I’m ready to move out, I just need to give thirty-days’ notice. "
A glint of hope sparked in his eyes and he nodded. "Good to know."
"Yep." I smiled briefly and then refocused on my breakfast. I was getting better about not being so shy about nursing from him at night or letting him eat out my ass in the shower, but I still blushed like a schoolboy with a crush whenever we talked about Scott taking care of me for real. Not just on the weekends or sometimes, but all the time. Physically, emotionally, and financially. Because he’d made it clear that Daddies provided for all their boys’ needs…
After breakfast, Scott insisted on changing my bandage. It was just another one of our little rituals that I loved. Watching him with the first-aid supplies and a focused look on his face like he was performing brain surgery was so sweet. He was so sweet.
The breaks were healing, but I liked watching his face while he worked, using the same level of care and concentration that he always did with anything related to me. "You're getting good at this."
"I have a feeling I’m gonna get a lot of practice with you." He smoothed the new wrap into place and then bent forward to kiss my wrist. "How's it feel?"
"Getting better every day." I flexed my fingers carefully inside the splint. "Doc said I only have to wear this for two more weeks and then we can just buddy tape the fingers."
"Two more weeks." He nodded like he was filing that information away. "I can work with that."
We spent the afternoon doing nothing in particular, which was another one of my favorite things about being with Scott. He worked downstairs for a couple hours while I sat with him and checked my work emails. A couple of the regulars recognized me, so we chatted for a bit.
An older woman named Pearl asked if I was "the boyfriend," and Scott laughed. “Yes, Pearl. This is my boyfriend, Forest.”
They said other stuff but my brain stopped hearing anything after the word boyfriend. I’d never been someone’s boyfriend before. I’d been a fuck buddy or a booty call, but never anything meaningful.
Never a title that announced to the world that someone wanted to keep me.
Later that evening, we had Thai food delivered and ate it on the couch.
A movie was on, but I wasn’t paying much attention to it.
I was mostly watching Scott from the corner of my eye.
He was so hot, and anytime we were quietly relaxing, I just wanted to climb onto his lap and ride him into the sunset.
He caught me staring and smiled. "Forest."
I grinned, expecting to be teased about not watching the movie. "Yeah."
He cupped the side of my cheek with his soft hand and looked right at me. "I need to tell you something, and I don't want you to feel like you have to say it back right now…but I need to say it to you."
My breath caught and my heart started racing. "Okay."
"I love you." There wasn’t the slightest bit of hesitation or remorse as he said everything I’d felt from him…
and everything I felt for him. "I've known for a while, but I wanted to wait until I felt like you were ready to hear it.” He rubbed his thumb along my jaw and smiled. “Tonight felt like the right time."
I looked at him and wanted to burst with the joy flowing through me. "I love you too."
His whole face changed as relief and adoration moved through it at the same time. "Yeah?"
"Scott." I laughed and leaned into him to kiss him. "I've loved you since you bought me a sandwich and Gatorade. I didn’t even know your name, but I knew I wanted to spend my life with you."
He kissed me slowly and thoroughly, massaging my arms and my back before sliding down to my ass.
I melted into him the way I always did, like my whole body had been waiting for him to take over control of it.
"Daddy," I murmured against his mouth just to hear myself say it.
It had the exact effect I wanted.
Scott groaned low in his throat and pulled back far enough to look at me. "Say that again."
"Daddy…" I reached for his cock, loving how it instantly grew under my touch. "I love you, Daddy."
“Fuck, Forest.” His voice was rough as he gathered me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. “I wanna fuck you, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy. Please.”
He undressed me slowly, and I let him take his time, watching the way he looked at me like I was worth worshipping. "You make me so hard.” His words were low and warm against my throat.
“You too.” It was so nice to finally feel safe enough to let go of everything I'd been holding on to for so long.
All the years of managing everything myself and making tough decisions even when I didn't feel it seemed like history now.
I could give myself over to Scott completely, and he would take over.
He knew what I needed and would always give it to me.
“Relax for me, baby.” He quickly lubed up his fingers and tapped at my hole before pushing in. There was no rush. And even if there were, Daddy would never hurt me. He always took his time working me open so I could fully enjoy becoming one with him.
He kissed my mouth and trailed a finger along my cock as his other hand loosened me up enough to take his big dick. After checking in with me at every step, I was finally ready to feel him inside me.
I was always ready for him, tight or not.
When he was fully seated inside me, I gasped at the fullness I always felt with him. Full in my ass. Full in my heart. And full in the confidence that he was mine.
Scott held still for a moment with his forehead pressed to mine as we both caught our breath. “You okay?”
"Always. Because I love you." Now that I was free to say it, I wanted to say it constantly. Especially while he was inside me and there was nothing between us at all.
"I love you too, baby." He started to move, slow at first and then with longer strokes. "My good boy."
It never took long for me to find my climax, but this time it hit hard and fast. Before I could warn him, I was shooting ribbons of come between us as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me.
Every soft praise and steady thrust built up to something that neither of us were prepared for, and he came too, filling my channel with his seed now that we weren’t using condoms anymore.
We kissed and touched and cuddled for a while before he cleaned us up. And as soon as he settled back into bed beside me, I curled into his chest and took more of what I wanted. More of his essence into my belly.
"I don’t want you to go back to your apartment, baby." He carded his fingers through my long hair, separating the plaits I’d braided it in earlier.
I released his skin and lifted my head to look at him. "Are you asking me to move in?"
"I'm asking you to stay with Daddy." He brushed his thumb along my cheek and wiped a drop of milk from the corner of my mouth. "Please."
It was an easy decision. Even though we were moving fast and most people probably wouldn’t approve, it felt like the next obvious step for us. "Yeah." I nodded and choked back my emotion. "I’d love to."