Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“So what would make you happy? Describe a perfect Saturday that leaves a big smile on your face.”
He chuckled softly and thought about it. “It can be a million different things. Like go to a history museum? Spend a whole day there? And, um…I don’t know. Sometimes, I just wanna stay on the couch and read all day.” A bit of a blush bled through on his cheeks. “Preferably with my Daddy next to me.”
Fuck me.
He was too quick to move on, so I couldn’t throw myself into that trap. “To get a little serious—as long as I can do all the things I want to do, I don’t care how I look. I used to think I was cute because I was always so happy. I loved to make people smile and stuff like that.”
Jesus Christ, he was a breath of fresh air.
“I mean, I have some limits,” he said. “Those are my preferences. I want to keep certain health risks in check, partly because we have high blood pressure in my family—but if my parents have taught me anything, it’s that health can look several different ways. My mom’s blood pressure is higher than Dad’s. Which he loves to remind her of when she’s running around with a million projects.”
I had to kiss him. I kept it brief, but I just had to. I loved hearing his unfiltered thoughts.
“You’re wonderful, Gael.” I gave him one more smooch. “I hope that happiness you felt when you were younger comes back. You deserve every ounce of it.”
He went back to fiddling with a button on my shirt, this time the second one because he’d undone the top. “I wanna make you happy too, Sir.”
“You started doing that the day I met you.” I rubbed my hands up and down his thighs in unhurried strokes. “I really liked what you said about inner happiness too. It’s a good focus, whether you’re a kid or an adult. The rest is secondary.”
He nodded. “It’s kinda nuts that the secondary gets all the attention.”
Because it was the exterior. The first thing people saw.
I’d gotten my own taste of bullying as a kid, though it had faded after a couple years.
“I was actually teased a lot in high school,” I mentioned.
The surprised look on Gael’s face was almost comical. “You? But you’re so stinking hot, Sir. I mean, objectively.”
I chuckled. Too cute.
“I started going gray when I was seventeen,” I admitted with a smirk. “Senior year, the whole football team called me Gramps.”
He made a noise. “People can be such dicks.” Then he reached up tentatively and swept his fingers through my hair. “I like the gray. It’s so sexy.”
Hopefully, that meant I could be honest too.
I leaned in and kissed him slowly, and I cupped his cheek with one hand and slipped my other hand up his stomach. “You know what I like?”
He sucked in a breath and shook his head.
“All of this.” I nipped at his bottom lip and brushed my thumb over his cheek. “It may be secondary, but it drives me crazy. Every bit of you that’s a little softer and rounder makes me wanna tie you to my bed.”
He clutched my shirt and tried to pull me closer. “C-can we do that, please? I’m super ready.”
I grinned faintly and flicked the tip of my tongue against his lips. “You want Daddy to fuck you?”
“Oh God—yes,” he breathed.
I hummed and grabbed his jaw, then kissed him hard as lust and possessiveness raged through me. It would be so goddamn easy to take him upstairs, strip off his pajamas, and fuck him stupid. Every part of me screamed for it. To finally see all of him, to feel his mouth on my cock, to see if he became shyer in bed or if a needy little slut boy emerged.
I could work with both.
If only I didn’t hear Dean’s pointed throat-clearing in my head…
Gael whimpered into the kiss and clung to me. “Can I call you that now, Sir? Can I call you Daddy?”
I shuddered and pushed my tongue against his, then forced myself to break the kiss. “Absolutely. But—that title comes with a responsibility.” Deep breaths. But my fucking God, he was irresistible. “We have to set some ground rules before we think about taking our clothes off.”
And I have to tell you about the fucking letter.
Damn you, Dean.
“Rules, schmules,” Gael whined. “I want you so much.”
Adorable. Maddeningly addictive. Gael was something else.
No matter how badly I wanted to postpone this step, I couldn’t. I’d just feel like an asshole afterward.
I took a calming breath and eased back, only to look down and notice he’d unbuttoned most of the buttons on my denim shirt. It made me chuckle, and he flushed when I looked at him.
“Oops?” He grinned sheepishly.
I shook my head in amusement and buttoned up again. “We’ll get to the fun part soon, I promise.” I patted the stool for him. “You can have a seat while I prepare the soup, and we’ll talk.”