by Wyatt King
He’s still watching me, and I finally do whimper as my cock strains against my stomach—so hard that it aches.
Garrick moves around the side of the bed, and even though I’m really, really tempted to reach down and give aching cock a moment of relief, I know better than to stroke myself before he says I can.
“I trust you,” I say, more to bolster my own willpower than anything else. “I trust that you’re going to give me what I need.”
“That’s right, my beautiful boy,” he says, pulling a condom and lube from the drawer of the bedside table. “Trust me. I know exactly what you need, and I’m going to give it to you again and again. Tonight, tomorrow… as long as you want it, baby.”
“How do you want me?” I ask, ready to do whatever he says as long as he fucks me. “On my back? On my stomach? My hands and knees?”
“Easy, beautiful,” he finishes unrolling the condom down his thick length before coating it with lube. “Come to the edge of the bed, but stay on your back. I want to look into your eyes while I’m inside you. I want to see that beautiful face when I make you come.”
I move lower on the bed, letting out a needy whimper as I watch his eyes darken with desire. He wants me. He’s watching every move I make, and I love it.
“That’s it,” he says, rubbing his slick fingers over my crease once I’m finally in position. “So sweet and tight for me. I’m going to make you feel so good, but you have to do what I tell you, okay?”
I nod, so glad that he’s the one fucking me for the first time. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. I’d be a nervous wreck.
But I trust Garrick completely. When he says he’s going to make me feel good, I believe him.
“I’m going to fuck you now, babe,” he says, his voice low and thick. “I’m going to go slow, but I need you to relax as much as you can, okay? Feel the head of my cock pressing against that sweet hole? Relax for me, Dusty.”
As soon as he says it, I can feel him pushing against me, insistent even though he really is going slowly.
He’s so big, so thick that I can’t imagine how this is possibly going to feel good, but I try to do what I’ve been told. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, willing my body to relax, to let him in.
“Just like that,” he whispers, his strong hands grabbing my hips as he pushes past that tight ring of muscle.
I suck in a sharp breath as my body tries to accommodate his girth, but it stings and I can’t help but twist the bed sheets in my fists as he keeps pushing.
“I know,” he says, groaning. “I promise it’s going to be worth it, though. Look at me, sexy. Open your eyes.”
My eyelids flutter open on command, and he’s leaning in closer, his face and upper body filling my field of vision.
“Just look at me, focus on me. Don’t think about anything else except how good I’m going to make you feel.” The corners of his mouth turn up as he gives another little push. “Jesus, you look so fucking hot right now. You’re doing so well, baby. Are you ready to feel good?”
“So ready,” I say, meaning it. “Please, Garrick…”
“We’re almost there,” he says, leaning in even closer, until his face is just inches away from mine. “Kiss me now. Don’t think about anything else. Kiss me and I’ll take you where you want to go.”
I open my mouth, giving myself over to him completely. He kisses me hard, his tongue entwining with mine as our bodies move together. He thrusts, harder this time, and even though I’m focused on the pleasure, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the pain, too.
But he doesn’t stop this time.
He’s still kissing me, but he’s also thrusting again and again, each time deeper and harder. And each time he does, my whole body responds.
For the first time since he’s started fucking me, I’m aware of my own cock—and oh my God, it’s throbbing hard. It feels like someone is stroking it from the inside out with every thrust he makes.
“That’s it, babe,” he says, breaking free from our kiss and easing back to look at me again. “You’re starting to feel it now, aren’t you? I can see it on your face.”
I open my mouth to answer, but a loud, needy, porn-worthy moan is all that comes out.
Oh, God.
I believed him when he told me he was going to make me feel good, but I had no idea it was going to feel like this.
This isn’t just good.
It isn’t even just great.
I can feel him inside of me, stretching me and filling me and turning my whole body into a mass of nerve endings that are all going crazy each time he moves.
I’m doing my best to keep my eyes open, but my vision is starting to blur.
Yes, yes… oh my God, yes… please…
It takes me a moment to realize the moans and the frenzied pleas I’m hearing are actually coming from my own mouth, but I have no shame right now. I’ll ask. I’ll beg. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep feeling like this.
“Are you ready to come for me, beautiful?” he asks, his deep voice pulling me back to reality, grounding me before I can completely float away. “We’re almost there… gonna make you mine…”
“Yes,” I say, finally in control of my own voice. “That’s what I want. That’s all I want.”
He reaches down, wrapping his hand around my cock and stroking it in time with each thrust of his hips. My back arches and I can actually feel my orgasm rushing through me.
It’s like a tidal wave, rising up and threatening to overtake me with each stroke, each thrust.
“Let go, baby,” he growls. “I’ve got you. Come for me… come with me…”
“Yes,” I call out one more time, as my body responds to his demands.
I can feel him swell even thicker inside of me as his voice mingles with mine. I know that he’s coming just as the first hot jets of my own climax spill out over his fist, streaking across my stomach and taking my breath away.
My eyes close again as he lowers himself down onto the bed next to me. We’re both completely spent, but he’s still inside me, still making me feel full and complete.
Still making me feel good.
Making me feel wanted.
Needed.
“Jesus, babe,” he whispers between kisses. “How did I get so lucky? You’re so perfect. So beautiful.”
I smile, my words failing me again. I can only wrap my arms around him and nestle in closer, hoping he’ll know my mind and my heart as instinctively as he knows my body.
Hoping he knows just how lucky I feel, too.
Hoping he really does mean all the sexy, sweet, wonderful things he’s said.
Because whether he knows it or not, there’s something else I’m feeling. Something strong and pure, yet fragile and new at the same time.
Something that feels a lot like love.
7
Garrick
There isn’t a moment of the day when my sweet boy doesn’t look absolutely gorgeous, but I’ve come to realize that my favorite time to see him is in the morning.
Even with his hair sticking out in all directions. Even with the frown on his face and the petulant way he insists on just a few more minutes of sleep.
There’s just something about him at this time of the day, before he’s had to deal with any of life’s stresses and before he’s had a chance to put his guard up.
He’s not telling me what I want to hear or worrying about anyone else’s needs.
He’s a clean slate, fresh and innocent.
And he’s all mine.
My cock gets hard just looking at him lying here next to me, and for a moment I’m tempted to call off the meeting I have scheduled and spend the rest of the morning in bed with him—preferably with my overly-eager cock buried balls deep inside of him.
But no.
There will be other days, other mornings we can spend just like that. Today, unfortunately, isn’t going to be one of them.
“Wake up, beautiful,” I say for the second time.
My tone is more firm now, but I still can’t help smiling at the way his face scrunches up for a second before his eyes finally flutter open.
Jesus, he takes my breath away.
Every.
Single.
Time.
I’ll never get tired of seeing him like this, just like I’ll never get tired of knowing that I’m the only one who gets to see him this way.
“Do we have to get out of bed?” he asks, yawning as he stretches and tries to roll over onto his side.
I catch his shoulder and bring him back for a kiss, then laugh as he cracks an eye open. I can tell he wants to be annoyed, but the corners of his mouth are twitching.
My boy is so easy to read, and it’s moments like this that catch me by surprise—these moments that I love, that I don’t want to take for granted.
I knew from the beginning that it wasn’t going to just be a one night stand with him. I knew he was different.
Special.
Perfect.
But I didn’t realize then how quickly I would fall for him—or just how far I would go to keep him with me.
“Yes,” I answer, finally. He has both eyes open now, and I can’t help leaning in for another delicious kiss. “We have a meeting. I have to do something to justify calling this a business trip, and I’m going to need my best intern with me.”
He snorts. “You fired me the other day, and now I’m your best intern?”
I shrug. “You’re the only intern I’ve got, so yeah, you’re the best. Best. First. Last. Only.”
“Okay,” he said, beaming as he swings his legs over the side of the bed to stand up. “I can live with being first, last, and only.” He cocks his head to the side, shooting me a look that’s somehow innocent and seductive all at the same time. “Shower with me?”
I nod before I can stop myself, but then shake my head as my brain takes over from my insistent cock. “You know I’d love to, beautiful,” I say, sighing. “But I’ve gotta get caught up on messages and emails before this meeting.”
He pouts for a split-second, then leans back in for a kiss. “Fine, but just know I’ll be in there thinking about you…”
I groan as my cock strains under the bed sheets, and reach down to readjust myself as he disappears around the corner into the bathroom.
Maybe I can get through my emails quickly and then reward myself with a little fun in the shower. That thought is more than enough motivation to get me moving, and I’m already across the room and turning my phone on before I can think twice.
I walk over to my laptop as I begin to play back my voicemail messages over the speaker of my phone, then freeze in place when I hear that unmistakable voice.
“Garrick, I know you’ve run off with my son.” Brian Harper’s voice booms over the speaker. “You probably didn’t think I’d hire someone to track your ass down, did you? We’ve been friends for twenty years, and this is how you treat me? First there was that—that scene in your office, and now this? I’ll ruin you for what you’ve done, Garrick. Mark my words—you’re going to regret crossing me. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll bring Dustin home and then stay the fuck away from him.”
I realize that I’ve been standing here staring at my phone for several seconds after the message is finished playing. I’m equal parts surprised and angry that Brian would call and leave a message like that. In twenty years, we’ve never even had so much as a disagreement, and neither of us would have spoken like that to each other under normal circumstances.
But I guess the fact that I’m fucking his son probably falls outside of what most people would consider normal.
Still, he’s a damn fool if he thinks he’s going to blame this all on me. Dusty is a grown man, and I’ve made sure this is what he has wanted every step of the way.
And all that aside, Brian is the one who kicked Dusty out. Brian is the one who practically disowned his only son—who told him just a few days ago not to come back home.
Now he wants to threaten me?
“I don’t fucking think so,” I mutter out loud, tossing my phone across the room to the bed.
I’ll have to tell Dusty about the phone call at some point, but I don’t want to upset him. We’ve only got another night or two in New York anyway, and I want to make sure he has nothing but good memories of our first trip together.
Brian and his threats can wait.
Especially now, when I’ve got his sexy son in the shower just a few feet away, practically begging to be fucked again.
Dusty’s happiness is all I care about right now.
And it’s clear that he’s happier here with me than he would be back home. So yes, I’ll tell him about Brian’s call… eventually.
For now, I’ll let him be happy. God knows he deserves it.
8
Dusty
I can’t remember a time when I’ve felt more out of place than I do right now.
Even though this meeting is pretty much exactly how I imagined it—eight men and women in perfectly tailored clothes sitting around a long table talking about things I’m not even trying to understand—I still wasn’t prepared for how intimidating the whole thing would be.
For one, I’m about half the age of the next youngest person in the room, so the few people who have even bothered to look in my direction have done so with an expression that has bordered on amusement and slight curiosity.
No doubt some of them are thinking that I’ve slept my way into this room.
And well, okay… maybe that’s partly true. But I don’t doubt that Garrick will fire me all over again if I don’t prove that I can do a competent job as his assistant.
So here I am, doing my best to look serious and taking notes that I hope will at least be of some help to someone at some point.
Mostly just faking it until I make it, to be honest.
I hear Garrick clear his throat, and I snap back to reality to find he’s looking at me, the faintest hint of a smirk playing across his lips.
“Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” he says. “Thank you again for your time today. I think we can go ahead and wrap up a little early. Hopefully you’ll all be able to enjoy the rest of the afternoon.”
The sound of chairs scooting and papers rustling—and more than a couple of relieved sighs, if I’m not mistaken—fill the room as everyone starts to stand up and file out.
Once everyone else is finally gone, Garrick looks at me again, a full smile on his face this time. “What did you think?”
I glance down at the stack of papers in front of me, trying to remember something—anything—from the pages of notes I’ve just finished taking. “I, um…” I swallow hard. “It was good. It seemed, um… productive.”
Good?
Productive?
Could I be more vague with my answer?
And what kind of answer is he looking for right now? If this is a test of my abilities as an intern, I’m pretty sure I’ve just failed it.
“Did it seem productive?” he asks, arching a brow. “It sure didn’t feel that way on my end. But I think with a little more one-on-one time, I can get Jennings to see things my way.”
I nod. I’m pretty sure Garrick is talking about the stone-faced CEO of the other company—and I’m pretty sure the two men are rivals with some kind of history, judging from the charged energy in the room whenever either of them had spoken to each other.
But if anyone could get the intimidating CEO to come around, Garrick could. Watching him work was like a masterclass in deal-making, even though I honestly only understood a fraction of what was being discussed.
“So you’re going to meet with him again sometime?” I ask, gathering my notes into a neat stack before meeting his gaze again.
“Absolutely. I’m going to call him back in just a minute and make him think I’m caving on a couple of things he wants.” Garrick’s grin grows even wider. “And then, when I have him back in here one-on-one without all his lawyers and assistants and yes-men, I’m going to get
what I want.”
I can feel my eyes go wide at the statement. I’ve become so accustomed to seeing the gentle, loving side of this man that I’ve almost forgotten about his ruthless reputation in the board room.
Almost.
But he’s a shark. A hunter. And even though we’ve had a lot of fun on our trip, this little meeting has been a good reminder that business never really stops for men like Garrick.
It’s also been a reminder that I actually might be in over my head as his assistant.
Maybe that first day wasn’t a fluke. Maybe he was right to have fired me, even though I still feel like most of the problems I had that day were outside of my control.
Important people like Garrick—and that Jennings guy, along with every other person in the room for that meeting—didn’t care about excuses, though. They cared about results.
Will I be able to give Garrick the results he’s looking for?
My stomach rumbles, bringing me out of my thoughts as I feel myself start to blush. “Should we, um, maybe grab some lunch before you call him back?” I ask. “I mean, I could wait, but…”
He laughs, then leans over and kisses the side of my forehead. “I don’t want you to wait, babe. But maybe you should go on without me, hm? Maybe order something from room service if you want? I don’t know how long our one-on-one will last, but I need to get him back in here as soon as possible, and I can’t risk waiting until after lunch to make that call.”
“Okay,” I say, nodding. I’m torn between wanting to stay here where I might be needed and going back to the hotel where I can at least relax a little. But if Garrick wants to talk to that guy one-on-one, there’s really nothing else for me to do here, right? “I’ll go back and grab some lunch. Do you think you’ll be done in time for dinner, at least?”
“I’ll make sure of it,” Garrick says, pulling me close for another quick kiss. “There’s only so long I can go without getting my fix, you know.”
He grabs my ass as he speaks, as if I had any doubt about what he meant. It’s nice to know that he wants me, though. It makes me feel good.
