by Sean Michael
He could feel Eric’s smile, lips stretching against his skin.
“I want you.” So badly. He wanted to be inside Eric’s body. He wanted to feel that tight, hot hole close around his cock.
“I’m all yours, Bee. I swear. Every inch.”
“There’s lube in the table over there. Can you reach it?”
“Mmm-hmm. Did we lock the bedroom door last night?”
“We did. After I carried you in and before you blew me.” He had the sequence of events down. They’d both fallen asleep, too, before they could put on some boxers or pajama pants and unlock the door.
“Listen to you talk.” Eric chuckled, reaching for the lube and handing it back.
“What? That’s how it happened.” And they hadn’t been interrupted by a knock or a scream, either.
Hopefully their luck would hold this morning.
“We’ll unlock it after you fuck me hard enough that I shoot twice.” Did his Eric just say that?
“Baby.” The word wasn’t much more than a groan.
“Yeah.” Eric nodded, hips rocking back toward him.
He uncapped the lube and got his fingers wet, then slid them down into Eric’s crack, searching for the hot little hole. Eric leaned back, pushed right into his touch with a happy little cry.
“Needy baby.” He loved it, loved how Eric was always so eager for his touch, his love.
“How could I not be? You’re… it for me.”
“I know the feeling.” He did. Nine years, and how many people had he had sex with? Not one of them had ever come close to touching his heart.
“Good. Make love to me.”
“Yes, Boss.” He slipped a single finger into Eric’s heat.
Eric’s chuckle was all caught up in a moan. He wiggled his finger around, amazed at how hot and soft Eric was inside. And how very tight.
“I haven’t. Not since you. With a person.”
Oh fuck.
Groaning, he wriggled his finger around some more, fucked Eric. Eric moved, rocked on his finger, hips moving faster. Brock slipped in another finger, pushing them apart as Eric moved on them, stretching him out.
“Oh. Good. Good, Bee. Love your touch.”
“Works well—love touching you.” He twisted his fingers, feeling the tips slide against the little bump inside Eric.
“Oh. Oh, there.” Eric’s knees pulled up.
He took advantage of the new position and pushed another finger in. All three twisted together to nudge that special spot. He loved how that made Eric’s mouth form a perfect O. He nibbled on Eric’s neck, breathing in the sleepy morning man smell as he kept working Eric’s ass. Slow and easy, he focused on loving on Eric, on making sure every second was good, was what Eric needed.
When he’d just about made them both crazy with the slow pace, the long preparation, he let his fingers slide away. “Ready, baby?”
Eric looked back at him and gave him a wild, needy look. “God, yes. You’re driving me crazy.”
Chuckling, he pushed one leg forward and snuggled up against Eric’s back. He guided his cock to Eric’s hole and pushed slowly in.
“Oh.” How the fuck could a single word—shit, more like a single sound—say so much?
Groaning, he kept pushing, slowly working his way in.
“I love you.” Eric whispered the words so softly.
Once he was all the way in, he whispered them back. “Love you, baby.”
He thought he heard the softest, sweetest fucking sob.
He reached around, hand flat on Eric’s belly, careful not to touch where his lover had been shot. “Gotta move now, baby.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I want to feel every second.”
He kissed Eric’s neck and began to move. Slowly at first, he pulled nearly all the way out and then pushed just as slowly back in again. Oh, fuck yes. Being buried inside Eric was like fucking coming home. “Baby. Baby.” He kept moving, concentrating on the man in his arms, the man holding his cock tight and hot inside.
In and out again and in and out again, over and over.
Eric moved with him, nice and easy, like they’d never missed a lazy morning fuck. He kept his eyes open, needing to see, to have the proof of watching Eric’s body move. Eric’s hand covered his, holding them together. He shifted slightly, searching for Eric’s gland. It took a few thrusts, but he found it finally, pegging Eric hard and deep. Brock gave a small shout of triumph as he found it, as Eric reacted, and he stayed right there. Over and over he pushed in to hit that little bump.
“Oh. Oh fuck. Bee. More, lover. Right there.”
“I know.” He knew.
His hand drifted down to Eric’s prick, wrapping around it as he kept plugging away. It felt so fucking good.
“Close. Close, Bee. Please.”
“Yeah, come on. Show me how good it is.” He pushed harder, Eric’s cock sliding through his hand every time he thrust.
“So good. Oh, Brock. Love you.” Eric’s knees drew up, changing the angle of Brock’s cock.
Groaning, he moved faster, harder. “Yeah. Come on. Love.”
“Uh-huh. Come.” Eric’s ass clenched tight around him, making him grunt, gasp.
“Yeah. Fuck.” He moaned loudly, Eric so fucking tight and milking his cock. He felt heat on his fingers, smelled the musk of Eric’s spunk. “Baby. Fuck, that’s good.” He moved slowly, hitting Eric’s gland and drawing out the sensations. He could feel his own balls drawing up to his body, his orgasm almost on him.
“Uh-huh. Good. You now. I need to feel you.”
“Anything you want, baby.” He kept rocking, trying to make it last, but he was too close and too soon he cried out and came into Eric’s body.
“My Bee.” Eric was kissing his palm, licking and touching.
“Your Bee.”
“Yes. I’ll never leave you again, Brock. You have my word.”
Something inside him he hadn’t even realized was there loosened and faded away. “I’m holding you to that, Eric.”
“I promise. You’re stuck, with me and our daughter.”
He kissed a warm spot on the back of Eric’s neck. “I like the sound of that.”
“Yeah, love. So do I.”
Before he could say anything else, a little voice started chanting. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”
Brock chuckled, bit at Eric’s earlobe. “I even like the sound of that.”
THE THREE of them had eaten breakfast and started their day together, laughing and talking and teasing. It was almost easy to forget about the bodyguards outside the door, and the fact that they were practically prisoners in the condo.
They moved into the living room, and Brock sat with Eric on the couch. He held out his arms for Josie. “You wanna come sit with us, honey?”
“Daddy Bee!” Josie laughed and careened into his arms, cuddling in with a happy little cry.
He smiled. It was impossible not to, she just had so much joy. Eric was smiling too, and the whole thing felt good.
“So, honey, how would you like to live here with me permanently?”
Josie’s head tilted and she frowned. “Huh?”
Eric chuckled. “Daddy Bee asked if this could be our new house. Our forever house.”
Josie looked at Eric. “You, too?”
“Me, too, Jo. You, me, and Daddy Bee. All together.”
Brock nodded and added his voice to it. “That’s right—all three of us.”
“Okay.” Josie nodded. “I want my mermaid magnet.”
Brock chuckled. “That’s important, huh? I was thinking maybe in a few days,” after it was safe, “we could go shopping, get all the things you’ll need if you’re going to stay here.”
Josie nodded again. “And then go back to school. Me and Daddy.”
“We’ll see. Don’t you like your nanny, Lacy?” He didn’t know how he felt about dropping her off at day care; he didn’t know how Eric would feel about it.
Josie shrugged. “I like school, too. I want to play outside.�
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“I know, honey. Right now that’s not a good idea.” He looked to Eric. How did he explain this to her without scaring her?
Eric sighed, then smiled. “We’re going to spend a few days inside because we have to decide if Jo’s room needs to be pink or green or blue or….”
“Purple!”
“Purple! That’s not your favorite color, is it?” He gave Eric a grateful smile.
“Purple.” She tugged his hands. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To get my toy box and my babies that live at Daddy’s house.”
“Babies?” What the hell? He gave Eric another look, this one more panicked.
“Honey, Daddy Bee and I will go get your baby dolls, okay? And we’re going to shop, too, and get a new baby doll to live in your new room. And you know Auntie El already brought Sissy and Leo the Lion over in your bag.”
Baby dolls. Phew. Brock wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting.
“We can have a big old shopping day and I can make up for not having bought you any presents yet.” He was going to spoil her rotten.
She looked at him, confused. “You buyed me paper, Daddy Bee. ’Member?”
“Oh, that’s right. Well, I still want to have a big shopping day with you and your daddy.”
She nodded, crawling into Eric’s lap. “Where does Daddy sleep?”
“I’ll sleep with your daddy Bee.”
Brock couldn’t help the goofy grin that put on his face.
“Okay. No room in Jo’s bed for daddies.”
He laughed outright at that one. “No, there isn’t. It’s a Josie-sized bed, not a daddy-sized bed.”
Josie nodded at him and offered him this great, big smile. He held his arms open for her, wanting her back in his lap. Laughing, his beautiful girl leaped for him.
“Oof!” She was heavier than he’d expected, but his arms went around her, hugging her tightly to him.
Eric watched him, and the look on his lover’s face was awed. Happy.
He smiled back and reached his hand out to take Eric’s. His family.
His.
Brock knew he was a lucky, lucky man.
Chapter Sixteen
TWO MORE days of nothing.
Brock was starting to get a little stir-crazy himself, and he was able to leave the house to go to the office. It was a change of scenery, at least. Sure, he was enjoying having Eric and Josie, but it was the fact that they couldn’t go out that made it harder.
He sighed and turned off his laptop. He’d done enough work for today and he could hear Josie being a little fractious. He could give Eric a hand with her. They could play Candy Land or something.
“No! No! I want my daddy Bee!” Maybe more than a little fractious.
He headed into Josie’s bedroom. “Who’s that shouting like an evil sidekick?”
“Me!” Josie was dressed in a pair of purple pants, a violently yellow T-shirt, and mismatched socks, her hair wild and sticking up everywhere. “What’s a sy-kick?”
“Heroes and villains have them—they’re helpers. Like Batman has Robin. Let’s see…. Oh! In Aladdin, the evil red guy has that parrot—the parrot is his sidekick.”
“Iago!” Josie started flapping and running around squawking “Polly wants a cracker.”
Brock snorted and laughed. “That’s right!”
Eric looked at him, eyes exhausted. “How’s work going?”
“I’m done for the day. Why don’t you go take a nap while the princess and I draw or something?”
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.” He leaned over to give Eric a kiss. “Go on.”
“Yeah. Thanks.” Eric wandered off, Josie watching.
“Daddy’s belly hurts.”
“Does it? Did he try picking you up?”
She shook her head. “Nope. My bed was on my blankie and he picked it up.” She pointed to the end of her little bed.
“He picked up the bed?” Oh, he was going to have Eric’s ass on a platter for that.
Josie nodded. “To get my blankie.”
“Can you wait here a second, honey?” I need to go beat your father with his own arm.
“Uh-huh. I color?”
“Yeah, that sounds good. Make me something funny.” He kissed the top of her head and went to his bedroom, knocking lightly on the door before going in.
Eric was curled around a pillow, slowly flipping channels on his TV.
“You lifted a bed.” It wasn’t how he’d been planning to start this conversation, but it was what came out.
“Huh?”
“You bent over and picked up Josie’s bed. And now your belly is bothering you.” He sat on the edge of the bed.
“I just lifted one side.”
“And you’ve torn something. Turn around and let me check.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be coloring?”
“Yes. And then Josie told me you were hurting.” He tried not to growl.
“She’s a tattletale.”
“Uh-huh. Are you going to let me see?” He wasn’t leaving without checking Eric out.
Eric sighed, slowly uncurled from the pillow. There was a little bruise growing at the top of one of the incisions.
“Damn it, Eric. You can’t go around picking up beds! How bad does it hurt?” He ghosted his fingers over it. “I can have a doctor make a house call.”
“It just aches. Don’t fuss.” Eric scooted closer.
“You want some pain pills?” Eric didn’t look overly pale or clammy, but Brock was still worried about that bruise. How much bleeding was happening beneath the surface?
“No. No, I’m okay.”
“The minute you start hurting worse, I want you to tell me. And no more lifting anything—all you had to do was ask me.”
“I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Your health is more important than whatever I was working on at the time, I can guarantee you that.” Was he that much of an ass about his work?
“I’m okay. I swear. Just sore.”
“Fine, but I want your word you won’t lift anything else. I’m serious here, baby.” He glared so Eric knew just how serious.
“I promise, Bee. I didn’t even think.”
“You need to, though. Until you’re better, you’ll have to leave the he-man moments to me.”
“Mmm. My hero.” Eric patted his thigh, blinking slowly.
“That’s right and don’t you forget it.” He kissed the top of Eric’s head. “You should take a nap. I’ll wake you for dinner.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you, baby.” He kissed Eric gently again and then stood. His bed—their bed—looked good with Eric in it.
Josie was frowning when he came out of the bedroom. “Daddy Bee? There was a scary man at the window.”
Nonsense. They were up high. She must have seen a bird’s shadow.
He picked her up. “It must have been the shadow of a bird or something, honey.”
“No. No, scary man, Daddy Bee. At my window.”
“Which window?”
She pointed at the big picture window that faced out. He carried her over there and together they looked out. He didn’t see anything. Not until he leaned back and saw a handprint on the glass.
Son of a fucking bitch. He tightened his hold on her and backed slowly away. “I don’t see anyone, honey, but we’ll tell Jeff about it, shall we? I think he’d be very interested in hearing about it.”
“’Kay, Daddy Bee.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, trusting him implicitly.
He headed for the front door, but grabbed his phone first, speed-dialing Gordon.
“Boss.” Jesus, Gordon was fast.
“Hey. Josie saw a scary man at the window. I didn’t see it, but I swear to God, there’s a handprint there. On the outside. We’re in the frickin’ penthouse, Gordon.” He tried to sound perfectly normal for Josie.
“Relax, Boss. Wind
ow washers. I’ll run a check, though, just to verify.”
“Ah, yes. Of course. Thanks. Give me a call when you know for sure.”
He hung up and gave Josie a smile. “Gordon is a very smart man—he knew exactly why there was a man looking in. He was washing the windows.”
“Washing?” She didn’t look convinced.
“Yeah, soap, water, those funny squeegee things. I bet if you saw his face through the soap, it would look weird and scary.” Pretty poor window washer to leave a handprint behind, though.
“No bubbles, Daddy Bee.”
“Okay, sweetie. Gordon is going to check things for us. Don’t you worry. I won’t let the scary man at the window hurt you.”
“’Kay.” She stayed with him, almost clinging.
He waited impatiently for Gordon to call back, staying away from the windows as he debated whether or not he should go tell Jeff, warn the man.
“Daddy Bee? Why is Daddy going to hell? Can we go with him?”
“What? Daddy’s not going to hell!” And if Eric was, then damn sure they were going with him.
“The bad men said so. They said so.”
He went and sat with her on the couch. “They were bad boys, honey. You can’t believe the things that bad boys tell you. Daddy is not going to hell.”
“They said Grammy said so.”
“Whoa. Wait a second. The bad boys who took you said your grammy said Daddy was going to hell?”
She nodded, looking worried. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, honey, no. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He patted her back. “Did you see anyone you knew when the bad boys had you?”
She nodded. “One of the ladies went to my school.”
“Yeah?” He knew that, they’d figured it out. “Was there anyone else?”
She shrugged. “The bad boys. The girls. They weren’t nice. I was waiting for Grammy to come get me and take me home.”
“Is that what they told you? That she was coming to get you?” He couldn’t believe this. He was going to find Eric’s mother and put her in the ground.
Her thumb went into her mouth. “Mmm-hmm.”
Jesus fucking Christ. That fucking bitch.
