9. Milo
Milo
The fairy lights are twinkling above my bed, Flappie is tucked under one arm, and Taron is curled up beside me in his soft romper, looking every bit the happy Little he is.
We’re both cross-legged on top of the covers in our matching rompers, yellow with little pink moons, sharing a huge bowl of buttery popcorn and sipping from steaming mugs of warm chocolate with extra marshmallows.
Taron’s eyes are sparkling with pure mischief.
“Okay, okay, spill ,” he whispers dramatically, leaning in so close our stuffies are almost touching. “I need every single detail about you and Connor. Kaleb said you two were seen together at the coffee roaster today. Don’t you dare leave anything out!”
I bite my lip, cheeks already burning, but the giddy feeling in my tummy wins.
Part of me is too shy to say, but I know that deep down I won’t be able to hold out so I tell him everything …
How Connor got super jealous of the sleazy owner flirting with me.
How he pulled the truck over, dragged me over his lap, yanked my shorts and briefs down, and spanked my bare bottom bright red.
How unbelievably hard I got.
How Connor wanked me until I came so hard I saw stars. And then… how I sucked him off right there in the front seat until he came down my throat.
Taron’s mouth falls open in delighted shock, then he bursts into giggles.
“Milo!” Taron roars in delight. “What the!”
I giggle right along with him, hiding my burning face behind my mug.
“And I was, like, calling him Daddy,” I say, unable to stop myself from breaking out into a huge smile. “Ha! I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud!”
“Oh my gosh, Milo! You called him Daddy again? And he let you? That is so hot!” He kicks his feet excitedly under the blanket. “I knew there was something between you two. The way he looks at you… even Kaleb noticed.”
We fall into a fit of happy, squeaky giggles, kicking our legs and hugging our stuffies. It feels so good to share this with my best friend. For once, I’m not just jealous of his perfect Daddy relationship. Maybe because I’m starting to feel like I might have something real too.
Eventually we calm down enough to put on our favorite comfort movie, a feature length Scooby Doo film that has the perfect blend of cuteness, laughs, and a little spooky stuff too.
We snuggle down under the blankets, heads on the same pillow, and slowly drift off to sleep with full tummies and even fuller hearts.
But the last thing I see as I shut my eyes though is Daddy Connor…
* * *
The next morning we’re sitting outside the diner again, enjoying blueberry pancakes with extra syrup and fresh orange juice. The sun is shining, birds are singing, and life feels perfectly sweet.
Taron is mid-bite when Kaleb’s big truck pulls up. He steps out looking every inch the strong, handsome Daddy: flannel stretched across his chest, tool belt on, warm smile reserved just for his boy.
Taron lights up like Christmas. “That’s my ride!” He quickly kisses my cheek, grabs Lightening, his stuffie, and practically skips over to him.
Kaleb scoops Taron up in a big hug, kisses the top of his head, then helps him into the truck like he’s the most precious thing in the world.
I watch them drive off, waving until they disappear around the corner.
A soft, wistful sigh escapes me.
That’s what I want.
That round the clock knowledge that I’m safe.
A Daddy who will always be there to pick me up…
It’s that easy, open, forever kind of love.
I want Connor to look at me the way Kaleb looks at Taron.
But the problem is glaringly obvious… Connor is deeply committed to his lonely life deep in the woods.
He’s spent years pushing everyone away. One road trip and a hot truck-side make-out session probably isn’t enough to change that.
Still, I’m not ready to give up.
Far from it, in fact.
A mischievous little plan starts forming in my head as I finish my coffee. My eyes sparkle with excitement. If Connor thinks he can keep hiding away in his cabin and pretending he doesn’t want me, he’s got another thing coming.
I’m going to surprise him.
And this time? I’m going to be extra naughty. Or should that be XXX naughty?
The kind of naughty that ends with me over his knee again… or maybe something even better.
I pay the bill, practically skipping as I head back toward my apartment above the laundromat.
As I walk, my mind is already racing with ideas… what to wear, what excuse to use, how to push every single one of Connor’s buttons until that big, gruff mountain Daddy can’t resist putting me in my place.
By the time I reach my door, I’m grinning from ear to ear.
This is going to be so much fun.
I close the door behind me, lean against it, and let out a happy little squeal.
“Operation Naughty Bunny is officially a go,” I giggle.
And I cannot wait to see what happens when my very serious, very private mountain man finds a naughty Little on his doorstep again.
This time, I’m not running away afterward.
* * *
My legs are burning by the time I reach the edge of Connor’s property, but the thrill buzzing through me is worth every single pedal. I hide my bike carefully behind a thick cluster of bushes just off the trail, heart hammering with excitement and a touch of naughty fear.
This is probably the craziest, riskiest thing I’ve ever done.
I slip behind the same bushes, unzip my backpack, and quickly strip out of my normal clothes—shorts, t-shirt, and underwear—until I’m completely naked under the warm morning sun.
Then I pull on the special outfit I brought: a tiny white bunny romper that barely covers anything.
There is a little fluffy tail on the back, the leg holes are cut high on my hips, and the top is so low it shows off most of my chest. Best of all are the big, floppy white bunny ears on the headband.
I adjust them in my little compact mirror and have to stifle a giggle…
I look ridiculous .
But I also look really, really hot even if I do say so myself!
Feeling both Little and sexy at the same time, I take a deep breath, peek out to make sure the coast is clear, and start hopping across the open lawned area in front of Connor’s cabin.
Boing… boing… boing…
My butt bounces with every hop. The tiny romper rides up between my cheeks, and the fluffy tail wiggles behind me.
My cock is all tucked up at the front, but I can feel it hardening, desperately trapped but desperate to spring free.
The sun warms my bare thighs and shoulders as I hop in big, playful circles, wiggling my butt on purpose.
Shadow and Spirit spot me almost immediately. They sit up on the deck, ears perked, then start barking excitedly like they’ve just seen the best toy ever.
I freeze for half a second, then keep going, giggling under my breath.
“Come on, Daddy… come see your naughty little bunny…” I whisper.
The cabin door swings open.
Then Connor steps out. And he’s completely naked.
My mouth falls open. He must have just come out of the shower because his hair is damp and his powerful body is glistening in the sunlight.
Every ridge of muscle, every inch of tanned skin, and that thick, heavy Daddy cock hanging between his strong thighs and by the looks of it already starting to swell as he stares at me.
Connor looks stunned for about two seconds. Then his eyes darken with pure, hungry heat.
I grin, feeling bold and giddy and a little nervous all at once.
“Try and catch the pesky rabbit!” I shout, then take off across the grass, floppy ears bouncing wildly.
Connor growls—a deep, predatory sound that makes my tightly packed cock throb—and charges after me.
I squeal with a mixture of fear and delight as his heavy footsteps pound behind me.
He’s fast. Really fast. But I’m small and nimble with some speed too.
I dart left, then right, hopping and zig-zagging like a real rabbit. Twice his big hand grazes my waist, fingers brushing the bare skin where my romper has ridden up. Each near-miss sends a fresh rush of arousal through me.
I glance back and nearly trip when I see his cock is now fully hard, all thick, long, and pointing straight up, bouncing heavily as he runs. The sight distracts me so badly that on my next hop I misjudge the landing.
“ Waaaaa !” I cry out, totally out of control.
My foot catches on a patch of uneven grass and I go tumbling forward with a loud squeak. I land on my front in the soft grass, chest heaving, bunny ears askew.
Before I can push myself up, Connor is on me.
He drops to his knees, straddling my thighs, and gives my barely-covered bottom two firm, playful spanks, one on each cheek.
“Got you, little bunny,” Connor growls triumphantly, voice rough with lust.
I whimper, wiggling under him as the sting blooms sweetly across my skin.
Connor flips me onto my back in one smooth motion. The sun shines down on us as he yanks the crotch of my tiny romper to the side, allowing my rock-hard cock to spring out.
My Daddy’s dark eyes lock onto mine for one heated second, then he lowers his head and devours me.
“Oh my God!” I cry out as his hot mouth closes over my dick head.
My Daddy eats me like a starving man. Long, firm licks mixed with tight suction, two thick fingers probing around my ass too.
My back arches off the grass to try and give him better access to my hole. It’s instinctive. I want him to claim me now. I’m desperate, in fact…
My hands fly to his hair, floppy bunny ears flopping around my face as I writhe and moan under the bright morning sun.
“Daddy! Daddy, please!” I cry out, totally lost in the moment.
He growls against my cock, the whole shaft in his mouth, the vibration making my toes curl. Meanwhile, Connor’s fingers probe deeper, circling that perfect spot while his tongue flicks fast and relentless over my swollen shaft and head.
I’m so worked up from the chase, from the outfit, from the sheer naughtiness of it all, that my climax crashes over me before I know what’s happening.
“ Daddyyyyyyyy ,” I groan, slapping my hands and arms onto the ground over and over. “ Fucccccck .”
I climax long and loud, screaming his name as my entire body shakes and writhes under him.
My thighs clamp around his head, hips bucking wildly as wave after wave of pleasure tears through me.
Connor doesn’t stop until I’m a trembling, oversensitive mess, whimpering and gasping for breath with my dick drained dry.
Only then does Connor lift his head, lips shiny with my cum, and look down at me with pure possessive satisfaction.
I lie there in the grass, bunny ears crooked, chest heaving, legs still spread, staring up at my big, naked, very hard mountain Daddy.
A slow, breathless smile spreads across my face.
“Best… surprise… ever,” I whisper.
Connor’s eyes gleam with dark promise as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Oh, little bunny,” Connor rumbles, voice low and dangerous. “We’re just getting started.”
* * *
We spent the rest of the day wrapped up in each other like the world outside didn’t exist.
After Connor made me orgasm so hard I saw stars on the grass, he carried me inside like I weighed nothing. He helped me out of the tiny bunny outfit, kissed every inch of my skin, and then drew me a warm bath.
We soaked together, my back against his broad chest while he gently washed me.
Later we made simple sandwiches and ate them on the deck with Shadow and Spirit sprawled at our feet. We talked, we laughed, we just enjoyed being in one another’s company in a way that felt so right, so natural.
Now the sun is sinking low, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks.
I’m curled up against Connor on the deck, wearing one of his oversized flannel shirts, my head on his shoulder as the evening chill starts to creep in.
Connor presses a kiss to my hair. “You want me to drive you home, little bunny?”
I shake my head and snuggle closer. “I’d like to stay a bit longer… please ?”
He’s quiet for a moment, his big hand rubbing slow circles on my thigh. Then he tilts my chin up so I’m looking at him. Connor’s dark eyes are soft but firm, and I have a sinking feeling I know what’s coming next…
“You’re tired, Milo. I can see it,” Connor says, my suspicions almost confirmed. “You’ve had a big day, and you’ve got that coffee-bike dream to keep working on tomorrow.” He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “I’m driving you home. And that’s Daddy’s orders.”
Disappointment flickers in my chest for a second, but it’s quickly replaced by a deep, glowing warmth. Connor isn’t sending me away because he doesn’t want me here. He’s doing it because he’s looking out for me.
Because he cares .
I smile up at him, soft and a little shy. “Okay, Daddy.”
Connor’s eyes darken with satisfaction at the word. He leans down and kisses me slow and sweet, like a promise.
As we stand up and he goes to grab his keys, I catch his hand.
“I’d really like to see you again soon,” I say, hope in my voice.
He pulls me into his chest, wrapping those strong arms around me. “You can count on it,” Connor murmurs against my hair, voice low and rough. “I’m not done with you, little boy. Not even close.”
My heart does a happy flip as I bury my face in his chest, breathing in his warm, masculine scent.
Even though he’s taking me home tonight, I know this is only the beginning.
My mountain Daddy and I might just be at the start of one amazing journey together.