“His tongue caresses the thickly veined underside of my sh-sh-sh-shaft, coaxing a shiver out of me, while his l-l-lll-lips suction around me, the heat of his throat slowly engulfing me.”
“Mm,” I hum, sucking the side of his throat and stroking him faster. “Sounds like Anderson is a good little cock sucker, isn’t he?”
My boy nods rapidly, squirming and thrusting into my grip.
“Oh fuck, Anderson,” I mm-m-moan. My eyes drift up, my head tilting back, and a motion catches my eye. Someone at their window, just like I was teasing. Someone’s actually up there, watching us.
His cock swells, and a cascade of precum trickles over my knuckles. “Come for Daddy,” I murmur near his ear, and that’s all it takes for Emerson to let loose. He drops his head back against my shoulder and fucks into my fist, once, twice, and then he’s pulsing and trembling, filling my hand with his hot, sticky cum.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” he chants over and over, turning his head toward me so I can nibble and kiss his lips as his orgasm starts to fade.
“I love you.” The words are past my lips before I have a chance to consider them. His eyes fly open, the relaxed, orgasm-drunk look gone in an instant.
“You…?” He scrunches his eyebrows together, his forehead wrinkling and a frown marring his pretty lips.
Maybe this isn’t the exact right moment to tell him, with my hand down his pants, his cock softening in my cum-drenched grip, but fuck it, my heart is so full of love for this boy that I can’t stop myself from saying it again.
“I love you.”
He blinks at me, his cheeks pink and his chest still rising and falling rapidly, whether from his orgasm or the shock, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s both. A dozen different emotions pass over his face, and I wonder if maybe I’ve broken his brain.
“I…”
“It’s okay.” I kiss him gently one more time. “I didn’t say it to pressure you to say it back. I needed you to know, and now you do. Process, breathe, and we’ll talk later.”
Emerson nods slowly, letting me slip my hand out of his pants without protest and lift him off my lap. I use the bathroom off his office to wash up and then kiss him one more time before taking off with one last promise that we’ll talk later.
Maybe it was too fast. Maybe I’ve terrified the poor boy. But I don’t think it’s anything a little time to breathe won’t fix. Tonight, I’ll pick him up and take him home to sleep in my bed where he belongs, and he’ll tell me how he feels when he’s ready. I’m nothing if not patient.
Chapter 21
Emerson
Kiernan is in love with me. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around it since he dropped those words on me like a bomb yesterday and left me completely speechless. After he left the shop, I ended up texting him to tell him that I needed some alone time to process rather than going to his place. There’s no doubt in my mind I’m completely and utterly in love with him. But I’m glad he gave me the chance to take a breath and find my words so I’ll be able to say it back without stumbling through it.
I text him from his driveway with a grin on my lips and a flutter in my stomach.
Emerson: Come outside, Daddy
It takes a minute or two before he sees my message.
Daddy: Is everything okay?
Emerson: Of course. Just come outside.
I should’ve guessed that he wouldn’t believe me that everything is fine. It takes less than a second for Kiernan to come flying out the front door like he’s sure I’m going to be on fire on his front lawn. His eyes land on my car as he sprints down the stairs in a half-buttoned shirt and no shoes.
I roll down my window and shake my head at him. “I told you I’m okay.”
“I didn’t expect you this morning.” He looks me over like he’s trying to make extra sure that I really am intact and safe. Once he’s satisfied, he returns my smile, leaning down and resting his hands on my window. I pucker my lips for a kiss, and he gives it to me because he’s Daddy and he always gives me what I need.
“G-g-go put your shoes on,” I say, earning an arched eyebrow for my bossy tone. “P-please, Daddy?”
“Do you want to come in?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“G-g-get shoes, then I have a d-date planned.”
With one last amused look in my direction, he jogs back up the steps and disappears into the house. It doesn’t take long before he returns, this time fully dressed and wearing shoes, as requested. He makes his way around to the passenger seat and gets into the car.
“Where are we off to?” he asks, and I just smirk at him. I’m not about to spoil the surprise. I just hope he likes it. It’s not anything fancy like he’s used to.
I do my best not to bounce in my seat or get distracted by the mountain of sexy that is Daddy in the seat next to me. I want to blurt out how much I love him, how lucky I am to have met him, and how I hope I get to be his boy forever and ever. But I also want to be able to kiss him and climb onto his lap when I say it, so probably best to wait until I’m not driving.
Kiernan looks surprised when I pull into the parking lot of a little park with a cute oasis of trees and a small pond. It’s man-made and maintained, obviously. Either way, there are ducks, which is clearly the important part.
I get out of the car, and Daddy does the same, following me around to the trunk, which I pop open to pull out the picnic basket I packed as well as a blanket and a bag of birdseed. I barely have all of my items gathered into my arms before he swoops in and takes them for me, jerking his chin toward the park.
“Lead the way; I’ve got all this.”
I pick out a nice, shady spot under a tree near the pond, and he lays down the blanket while I start to unpack the food. I went full breakfast mode with pancakes, fruit, eggs, and bacon. I even brought stuff for mimosas.
We get settled and both dig into the food. My heart beats fast, and I keep shooting him sweet, nervous smiles as I try to work up the courage to say the words I spent half the night practicing aloud so I’d get them right.
“Strawberry for your thoughts?” he asks, holding out a piece of fruit for me. I lean forward and pluck it from between his fingers with my teeth, licking the juices from my lips and chewing it slowly.
“I’m th-th-thinking about w-w-what you said yesterday.”
Worry crosses his expression. “I don’t want you to feel pressured, Brave Boy.”
“N-no one has said it to me before,” I confess. I know my grandpa loved me, but he wasn’t the overly expressive type. My mom was too busy not giving a shit that I existed, and compared to my dad, she was parent of the year. So here I am, trying to work up the courage to say the words for the first time to the most perfect, caring, amazing Daddy I ever could’ve asked for.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He reaches for me and pulls me into his arms. I press my face into the crook of his neck, breathing deep to pull his scent into my lungs. “You are incredible and so worthy of love.”
I nod and sniffle, realizing for the first time that my cheeks are damp…that I’m crying. I dash away the tears with the back of my hand and lean back, tilting my head to look at Kiernan.
“I love you,” I say as confidently and clearly as I’ve said anything in my life.
The smile that lights up his face is all the assurance I need that he loves me back just as fiercely. Of course he’s generous enough to give me the words too.
“I love you,” Daddy murmurs, kissing my cheeks, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips.
We finish our breakfast picnic just like that, with me on Daddy’s lap, laughing together while we hand feed each other bits of the food I packed and tossing birdseed to the ducks in between bites.
It’s the absolute definition of perfection. Just like Daddy is.
Kiernan
My heart is still singing from Emerson’s declaration of love as we pack up the empty food containers and fold the blanket back up. It’s too lovely of a day to head straight home, so once we’ve put everyth
ing back into his trunk, I grab my boy’s hand and we decide to go for a walk to explore a bit.
We stumble on a rummage sale, and Emerson excitedly starts to sift through boxes of dusty items, pausing to sneeze every so often in a ridiculously adorable way. I join him, picking another box and looking through it, glancing up every so often simply to enjoy the look of pure joy on my boy’s face as he fills his arms with what appears to be useless junk. If the junk makes him happy though, who am I to complain?
There isn’t much of interest in any of the boxes until I stumble on one filled with old books. I look over to find Emerson sniffing a candle a few feet away, and then I return my attention to the box. Most of the books have seen better days, falling apart from the binding, the pages stained from age. When I reach the bottom of the box, I find one that appears to be in surprisingly good condition. My heart leaps as I realize what it is—a first edition of Alice in Wonderland.
I pull it out carefully and ease it open. The binding is still intact, all of the pages in place. The musty smell of old books hits me, but I know for some people that’s half the appeal.
“Excuse me, how much is this?” I ask the woman who seems to be the owner of all this junk.
“All the books are two dollars.”
“Hmm.” I frown, reaching into my pocket to pull out my wallet. All I have are hundred-dollar bills on me, so I hand her one and tuck the book under my arm.
“I don’t have change for this much.”
“Keep it,” I say easily, too excited to show Emerson what I found for him to worry about it. I understand now about the watch I gave him. I picked it because I thought it would show how much I cared because it was expensive. But this book, a first edition of his favorite book from childhood, is a gift that actually means something to him. That’s what a gift should be. Such a simple lesson, you’d think I’d have learned it prior to the age of forty.
“W-w-what did you find?” he asks, and I hand him the book. Emerson gasps, his eyes going wide as he gently takes it from me like it’s made of glass. “This is amazing. Thank you.” He pets the cover reverently, and my heart swells.
“Anything,” I promise, pulling him into my arms and kissing him senseless.
We pull up into my driveway a few hours later and Emerson puts his car into park. I unbuckle my seatbelt but don’t make a move to get out. In light of our conversation earlier, the question that’s been lingering on my mind for over a week now shouldn’t be all that difficult to ask. My heart beats too fast anyway as I turn to my boy.
“Do you like your apartment?” I ask as casually as I can manage.
“It’s fine.” He shrugs and cocks his head like he’s trying to figure out what I’m getting at.
“Okay, but does it have an infinity pool?” I challenge, quirking an eyebrow.
I see the exact moment my meaning sinks in. He smiles and then hurries to cover it up with a look of feigned indifference. “A p-p-pool? Is that all you h-have to offer?”
“Hmm.” I stroke my beard and consider the challenge. “If a pool doesn’t do it for you, how about Daddy’s attention on command, being read to sleep every night, and as many vibrating butt plugs as you can carry?”
Emerson barks out a laugh. “Okay,” he answers.
“Okay? You’ll move in with me?”
He nods, and for a few moments, we just stare at each other, beyond needing any words as we simply exist in this moment until I can’t resist his lips a second longer. I lean over the center console and claim his lips, kissing him slowly and sweetly, on and on until I’m not even positive we’re two separate people anymore rather than one perfect entity.
“I love you,” I murmur against his lips. It’s a travesty he’s never heard the words before. Luckily, I have an entire lifetime to rectify the injustice.
“I love you,” he whispers back, sending my heart into overdrive. I can’t wait to have my boy under my roof. Soon, he’ll have my collar and, one day, a ring—all symbols that he’s mine, but the most important thing is that he knows it. He’s mine, and I’m his. Always.
Chapter 22
Kiernan
I can’t imagine a better feeling than stepping into the house at the end of a long day and seeing signs of my boy everywhere. He moved in a little over a week ago, and his things are already scattered everywhere: his shoes laying haphazard near the door, books everywhere as if he can’t bear the thought of not having one to pick up at a moment’s notice to read. I suggested an e-reader for him and received an exceptionally affronted look in response. Apparently, the smell and weight of a book is an important part of his reading experience. Who am I to argue with what makes my boy happy?
We have plans to have our friends over later for dinner to celebrate our new cohabitation, but first, there’s something I’ve been working up the nerve to do for days now…
I remove my shoes and loosen my tie, and then go in search of Emerson. It’s easy enough to find him by following the sound of off-key singing—A Taylor Swift song, naturally. I lean against the closet door for a moment before he notices I’m there, enjoying the sight of him naked and shaking his ass while he hangs up his clothes in the empty spot I made for him.
I expect him to stop singing when he notices he’s not alone, but instead, when his eyes land on me, he grins and sings louder. I join in on the chorus, stepping into the closet and pulling him into my arms to dance with him. He laughs and follows my lead, waltzing around the space, his body pressed against mine in the most perfect of ways. The blush on his cheeks and the smile on his lips are far beyond the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“I have something for you,” I say, falling in love all over again at the way Emerson’s face lights up instantly and then morphs into a mildly cautious expression. He’s worried it’s more diamonds. Adorable. “Be a good boy and go get on the bed.” I release him and give him a gentle pat on the ass as encouragement.
He makes a cute little sound, full of excitement as he slips past me to get out of the large closet and goes straight to the bed, settling himself in the center with his legs crossed and his hands folded. Such a good boy. A deep sense of satisfaction settles in my chest. Not just satisfaction: adoration, joy, so much love I can barely breathe.
My nerves start to prickle as I cross the room and pull open the second drawer on my dresser. Obviously, I was smart enough to skip the diamonds when I was having it designed, but I’m still anxious about whether my boy will like it. I decided to go simple and elegant. Emerson is already beautiful enough on his own, the last thing he needs is showy accessories.
My hands are nearly shaking as I pull out the slim box and carry it over to the bed. He cranes his neck to try to get a glimpse of what’s in my hands, practically vibrating with impatience. I smile and stop at the foot of the bed, taking a second to admire my beautiful, perfect boy, completely bare for me as per his rules. Since moving in, I’ve been able to better enforce his bedtime rule, and the exhaustion is all but gone from his features, his skin more vibrant now, and the circles under his eyes little more than a distant memory.
I reach out with one hand and stroke his cheek, dragging my fingers along his jaw and then down to the base of his throat, where I let them linger for a moment before handing him the box.
“Daddy?” he asks, sounding slightly breathless.
“Open it,” I say with more confidence than I feel, holding my breath as he obeys. I keep an eye on his expression as he works the lid off and peers inside at the custom-made leather collar. I had it made with a deep purple dye, a sparkly unicorn charm hanging from the tag loop.
“Daddy,” he breathes again, this time his voice full of awe as he reaches into the box and pulls out the collar.
“It’s the collar we talked about. If you prefer to wear it only to the club and at home, that’s okay, or you can keep it on all the time. But this way you have a reminder all the time that you’re mine and I’m yours.”
He nods rapidly, a few stray tears rolling
down his cheeks as he runs his fingers all over the soft, smooth leather. It only takes him a second to find the engraving on the inside. “Brave Boy,” he murmurs, feeling along the sunken letters with his fingers.
“I thought that would be a good reminder of who you are, sweetheart.”
He shakes his head. “Who I w-want to be.”
“Who you are,” I insist, beckoning him forward with the crook of my finger. He inches closer, and I take the collar from him. “Chin up.”
Emerson does as I say, tilting his head up to give me the best access to his neck, and I put the collar on him, slipping my fingers underneath it to check that it’s not too tight. Another wave of satisfaction rolls through me, seeing my boy wearing nothing but my collar.
His hands go to it, and his smile widens. “I’m n-never taking it off.”
“Okay,” I agree, hooking my fingers into the collar and using it to tug him closer. He moans, and his cock hardens, his eyelids fluttering closed as the most enchanting look of peace washes over his face. I claim his lips with my own, kissing him deeply, owning every inch of his mouth just like he owns every inch of me, inside and out.
Emerson
I could kiss Daddy all day long. His lips on mine feel even more perfect with the weight of the collar around my neck, the warm, soft leather caressing my skin. My cock was already hard before he kissed me, but as his tongue moves against mine, I pant and squirm, aching all over for his touch.
“Our friends will be here in a few minutes,” he reminds me, and I groan unhappily. Not that I don’t want to see our friends, but I’d much prefer an orgasm first. Kiernan kisses me for another minute, his tongue stroking leisurely over mine, his lips caressing mine, and his hands teasing my body. I grumble when he breaks the kiss and lifts me off the bed, setting me on my feet. “Get dressed.”
I huff but do as he says, returning to the closet to pick out some clothes to wear. With a playful grin, I grab my favorite unicorn shirt and tug it on, followed by a pair of jeans, not bothering with underwear. When I step back out into the bedroom, Daddy looks me over with a heated expression.
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