Silver Daddy

by Liam Kingsley

  I started off slowly, rhythmically rocking our bodies back and forth, but his soft moans and the way he clung to me, arms and legs wrapped around me like he never wanted to let me go, spurred me to thrust faster until I was eventually pounding into him, fucking him hard and deep as I chased the pleasure growing in my balls.

  Fuck he was hot and wet, and I fit perfectly inside him as if he were made for me. His soft moans filled the air between us, each one growing more frantic by the second. I leaned down to kiss him, and he gasped, digging his nails into my back. I grinned as I realized I’d just nailed his prostate, and I made sure I stayed at the same angle as I pressed my lips to his, swallowing his moans and tiny cries.

  I’d never felt anything so good as having him in my arms like this, giving him pleasure while unreservedly taking mine. He was so beautiful, so eager, and he made me feel like I could do this for hours. I grinned again as I slid my lips down to his throat, feeling his rapid pulse beat there. I bared my teeth and had an irresistible urge to bite down, to…claim.

  Just then, my knot started to form, swelling quickly. Taken by surprise, I reflexively shoved my hips forward, burying my dick as deeply into Keifer’s hole as I could. His eyes flew wide open in shock, but it was too late to pull back now, I was locked in tight.

  “Greer, fuck!”

  I grunted as an orgasm rolled up from deep inside me, so intense I barely had time to warn him before I was flooding him with cum, shooting so hard I almost saw stars, but right at the peak of my orgasm I felt Keifer’s ass milking my cock, drawing even more cum from my balls. I quickly focused on him and saw his pleasure painted across his face as his body clenched tight. I also felt the spatter of his release over my stomach as he shuddered uncontrollably.

  When he finally opened his eyes, his gaze locked on mine.

  “Wow,” he whispered, sounding in awe.

  “Yeah, wow. That was amazing.” I smiled warmly, and he smiled in return, stretching up to plant a soft kiss on my lips before encouraging me to lower my body onto him. I didn’t want to crush him, but it wasn’t as if I could pull away.

  “Stay,” he said. His voice was sleepy, and his arms were heavy on my back. By the time my knot had gone down, he was half asleep and could barely keep his eyes open. I pulled out of him with a strained moan, then brought him into a cuddle. He slept all night with his head pressed against my shoulder, while I stared at the ceiling and wondered what the hell I was going to do now.

  6

  Keifer

  I woke up with a glowing soreness at the small of my back, and warm sunlight sneaking in through the blind. A smile crept across my face as I remembered what had happened the night before. Years of masturbatory fantasies had blossomed into something real, and it had been every bit as amazing and magical as I’d imagined.

  Except Greer was no longer in my bed.

  I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, trying to ward off feelings of disappointment. The fact that Greer had vanished before I woke up didn’t necessarily mean he was ashamed or regretful, right? Maybe he had an appointment to go to, or maybe he thought I needed rest.

  I smoothed a hand through my hair, all ruffled from sleep, more than a little bummed out. Couldn’t he at least have stopped to say good morning, even if round two was out of the question?

  Deciding to give my sore and overworked body a nice, long soak in the bath before I started out the day, I got up, unable to hold back a little smile as I remembered how Greer had growled before he’d practically plundered my ass. He hadn’t been rough, but he certainly hadn’t treated me like I was something breakable either. I wouldn’t be surprised if I found finger-sized bruises on my hips.

  With that in mind, I checked out certain parts of my body as I filled the bath. Yep, bruises, but certainly worthwhile. When the bath was full, I eased into the hot water, letting the lavender oil I’d poured into it soothe my muscles and my slightly battered ego.

  My mind drifted over the lust-hazy memory of what we’d done last night, searching through the replay for any hints why Greer might have up and left. Was it going to be really awkward the next time we saw each other? Would he show up at my door again on some other hot summer night, all dark eyes and crooked smiles, ready to roll in the sheets once more? Or would he act as if none of this had ever happened?

  Should it have happened?

  The words were my own, but it was Jaxon’s voice I heard in my head. His warning to not hurt his dad. I wouldn’t, not deliberately, but maybe Greer hadn’t been ready for something with me, with anyone, and now I had him rethinking his life choices.

  The thought of that stung more than I liked to admit. Greer’s approval and his interest in me and my life had always been important to me, long before I’d even realized there was a sexual element to the way I felt about him. I’d always recognized his leadership quality, and how it played into every word he spoke and every decision he made. There was something inherently attractive about that. Actually, everything about him was attractive, but if what he’d done with me had been purely physical, with no thought process behind it, perhaps he might resent me for breaking the governing constraint he’d always lived his life by. Maybe, being a one-night stand for a man like him was a huge mistake. A dirty secret.

  I shivered, even though the water was still warm. Well, at least if I was a dirty secret, Greer probably wouldn’t tell Jaxon what we’d done.

  As if by magic or just sheer bad luck, as I stood up out of the bath and wrapped a towel around myself, my cell started ringing from the bathroom chair. Normally it was a pretty neutral sound, but right now it sounded kind of ominous. I could already imagine Jaxon ranting at me from the other end of the call.

  Didn’t I just tell you to take it slow with my father!

  I wasn’t sure how likely that tirade was—but I definitely didn’t have the energy to risk it right now. Instead, I let it ring out and allowed it hang over my head like the sword of Damascus as I dried off and got dressed, realizing too late I’d washed away all the traces of Greer’s touch from my skin. I could probably still smell his cologne on the pillow, but I was too embarrassed to lean in and try. As things stood, it was going to be difficult enough to meet his eyes. I wasn’t sure I’d stand a chance if I knew I’d tried to breathe the last hint of him in through my cotton pillowcase.

  I’d just finished getting dressed when I finally dared to look at my phone screen. The missed called wasn’t from Jaxon’s number. That was a relief, but only slightly. The number in the call log wasn’t one I had programmed into my phone.

  Something to do with work, maybe?

  I bit the bullet and called my voicemail, putting the phone on speaker and tossing it down to the bed while I fixed my hair. Having something familiar to do with my hands would at least stop me from fussing and fidgeting. Maybe.

  Unfortunately, that did mean I was staring directly at my reflection as the message played, and the dulcet, gravelly tone of Greer’s voice rang out at me. The shade of pink that stained my cheeks wasn’t exactly dignified or flattering.

  “Hey, gorgeous. Still asleep, huh? I guess something must have really taken it out of you last night.”

  The broad smile that broke across my face wasn’t dignified either.

  “I’m sorry I took off before you got up.” He sounded embarrassed more than apologetic, which surprised me. I didn’t think Greer was the type to suffer from embarrassment. “I’m kind of glad you’re getting this before you wake up. Least, I hope you are. Wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

  My heart flipped, and I sat down on the mattress beside the phone, looking at it with all the shyness and reverence I would have given Greer himself if he’d been here in person.

  “The thing is, it’s been a long time for me. Maybe you know that, maybe you don’t. I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore, but I guess the one thing I do know is… That it was good. And not just the obvious part,” he said in a hurry. “I mean the drinks as well. The talking.
Getting to know you. You’re really something.”

  I’d never heard him so flustered. The idea that I could have that effect on him was astoundingly flattering and empowering. To me, he still seemed superhuman and unattainable. Probably always would. He was handsome as hell and built like an action hero, and I admired him more than words could say—but somehow, he was tripping over what he was saying to me.

  I kept Jaxon’s warning in the forefront of my mind and married it up to what Greer was saying. Yes, it had been a long time for him. He was fragile and sensitive, and maybe it was just all those years of being single that had him speaking to me like this, but…

  I heard Greer clear his throat on the message, and I tuned back in.

  “Anyway, your phone’s probably gonna cut me off. Why don’t you call me when you get this, and we’ll set up dinner sometime? If you want to, that is. My treat. Let me know. Bye, Keifer.”

  I sat in silence for a few moments. This morning had already been quite the emotional rollercoaster, and I’d only been awake for an hour. Now I could feel my mood climbing at the thought of seeing him again. At the thought that he wanted to see me.

  My heart pounded as I picked up the phone, but I figured I might not have seen the last of those rollercoaster downs—so instead of calling Greer, I called Jason.

  “Hey, Daddy.”

  “Hi, Daddy,” I replied, smiling. Greeting me like that probably meant he had Stacia right by him. “And hello, Princess?”

  “Uh-huh, she’s here. You want to say hi to Daddy?”

  I heard her say “hello” from wherever she sat, slightly muffled and not particularly interested. I didn’t mind. I was probably interrupting a book or a jigsaw puzzle.

  “She says hi. You good?”

  “Um…”

  “Everything okay?”

  “You know what? You first. How are you?”

  He paused, and I heard the sound of fabric rustling. If I knew Jason, he was sitting up straight in his chair, waiting to hear the scandal. “Okay, you can’t just say something like that and expect me to wait. I know that tone of voice.”

  “But you’re all okay there?” I did care about his well-being, but I was mostly asking to irritate him at this point—and it definitely worked. I grinned at his tutting and frustrated sigh.

  “Yes, yes, everyone’s alive and well. Talk!”

  “Well… After I left your place yesterday, I went to watch the game at the brewery and do some editing—oh shit, remind me to work on that draft later.”

  He just grunted.

  “And you wouldn’t believe who I met there. In fact, no, let me rephrase that. You wouldn’t believe who followed me there, from your place. On purpose.”

  “Are you serious?” he asked in a scandalized whisper.

  “Mm-hm.” I flopped back against the bed. “Serious as it gets if we’re both thinking of the same person.”

  “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve solved that puzzle since we talked about this literally yesterday,” he said, tone dry as the desert. “And second of all, ‘person Keifer is always thinking about’ is a pretty narrow category. Of one.”

  I flushed, covering my face with my spare hand. “Okay, I’m predictable!”

  “So what happened?”

  “We had drinks. He followed me to have drinks together. Deliberately.”

  “Yeah, I got that part,” he said with a laugh. Even as he teased me, I could hear the bubbling excitement in Jason’s voice. “That’s… I mean, that’s good, right? It wasn’t, like…drawing the line?”

  “If we drew a line, it definitely wasn’t in the bar,” I said, smiling wide enough to hurt.

  “Are you serious? Did you…”

  I didn’t have to hear the end of that sentence to understand him. “We did.”

  “Holy sh— Er, shipwreck.”

  “Nice save.”

  “Keifer!”

  I grinned as I heard the excitement in my best friend’s voice. His happiness was my happiness and vice-versa.

  “I want details later. Not negotiable,” he warned me.

  “Of course. I’ll give you the full play-by-play later.”

  “Wow,” he said again, sounding as bewildered by the whole thing as I was. “Dreams do come true, huh?”

  I sighed, happy and dizzy. “It’s… Yeah. It’s been a long time coming.”

  “Pun intended?”

  I snorted and sat back up. Outside, the sun was shining and traffic was passing by like this was just any other day. Strange to think of it like that. I felt lighter and lighter with every passing second. The way this all made me feel, I could almost start to believe I could be Greer’s fated mate. That this was somehow meant to be.

  “Pun not intended,” I said. “But keep it. I’m just over the moon.”

  “Yeah? It was good?”

  “Oh, yes. But that’s not all. Uh…” I frowned, not sure how to approach the part about waking up alone. Instead, I dove right to the part I knew Jason would like the most. “He just called and asked me to dinner.”

  “And of course, you said yes.”

  “Well, it was voicemail,” I said, ears flushing. “I haven’t said anything yet. But you think I should go, then?”

  “Uh, duh? Why the heck wouldn’t you?”

  “Bad word,” said Stacia, from her quiet distance.

  “Sorry, honey! But why wouldn’t you, Keifer? If you mean because of Jaxon, well, you know what your intentions are. There’s nothing nefarious going on. You’re being sincere. So is Greer.”

  “I guess so.”

  “So Jaxon can deal with it,” Jason declared with heavy emphasis You’re all adults. You’ve heard him out and you respected what he had to say. At the end of the day, is it really any of his business beyond all that?”

  I wrinkled my nose. “I suppose not, in a logical sense, but we’ve been friends for so many years. You don’t think it’s going to cause a rift? An argument?”

  “Nothing the two of you can’t get over. Like you said, he’s a long-term friend. Even if he’s annoyed at first, he’ll see it’s real between you and Greer. If it makes everybody involved happy, then I’m sure he’ll come around. He’s not a jerk, you know.”

  “I know.” I let out a heavy sigh and felt the tension easing from my shoulders. In reality, there was nothing standing in the way. This was actually happening. “Okay. Alright. I’ll call him. I’ll say yes.”

  “That’s what I want to hear!” Jason said triumphantly. I could practically hear his smile. “Listen, we’ve got the fort held down here, so you’ll have the whole weekend to yourself. Have a good time and see how things go.”

  “Okay. Great.”

  We sat in silence for a few moments as I let the decision simmer. I didn’t have to say a word; Jason had been my best and closest friend for so long he already knew what to say.

  “Look, Keifer, seriously, whether Jaxon’s mad or not, let him sort himself out, okay? That’s not your problem to worry about. If you and Greer are fated—and honestly, I think you are—then that’s that. If it’s meant to happen, life will find a way no matter who tries to rail against it.”

  Hearing that was like having a warm blanket wrapped around my shoulders.

  “You really think we’re fated huh?” I asked quietly.

  “Well, how does he make you feel?”

  “Safe, secure, and warm. Like I’m at home. But also excited…”

  “And how does the idea of fate strike you?”

  “Well, I used to hate it,” I admitted. “You know, the books I write are all about making the right—or wrong—choices and ending up with Mr. Right or Mr. Wrong because of that.”

  “You like the idea of partners choosing each other,” Jason said.

  “Right. But it does feel really comforting to think there’s some kind of universal energy guiding Greer and me together through time and space, you know?”

  Jason let out a happy sigh. “Yes. I do know.”

  “So, I guess
if it’s meant to happen, it will.”

  “That’s right. And everyone else can go fu-fudge themselves. Listen, Trevor’s out right now, so I can be super sappy and he doesn’t have to hear it. Between you and me, we have one happily ever after, so that’s one down, and one to go. You got me to mine. I owe you this. So keep me posted and let me know if there’s anything I can do to help, okay?”

  “Of course. Bye, Jason. Bye, Stacia.”

  I hung up. In the air around me, I could almost feel those little agents of fate buzzing and singing. Even so, maybe it was foolish to get ahead of myself. Greer had only asked me to dinner. He hadn’t promised me anything. He’d given me the word special, but that by itself wasn’t a commitment. It wasn’t a synonym for forever, however much it felt like it right now.

  I took a deep breath, scrunched a hand into my still-damp hair, and closed my eyes, feeling the morning sun warming my face through the window.

  When I opened my eyes again I scrolled back to his number in my missed calls list and hit dial. It rang once. Twice. My whole body flushed as the third ring cut off halfway through.

  “Hey,” he said.

  “Hey.” My stomach twisted. “So, um. Dinner?”

  I was buzzing with a happy, golden glow for the rest of the day. The feeling got me through the edits to my manuscript quickly, and I shot it off to Danette with at least a little hint of satisfaction. The happy buzz didn’t leave, even when there was a fluttering barrage of nerves as I picked out an outfit or when I saw his car pull up outside the house. Once again, he insisted on driving me—a form of protective dominance I was already fond of, and that seemed to come naturally to him.

  He opened the door for me to climb into the car, a gentleman by his actions even if there was a distinctly less formal sparkle in his eyes. I felt like I’d wandered into his forcefield. That he wouldn’t let anything happen to me now I was here.