by JP Sayle
I glanced up at his face and the chin covered in a soft, trimmed beard. Recalling how it made my skin tingle when he’d kissed me, my cock thickened imagining how his body hair would feel against my bare skin. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait, and I took the step that separated us. The second I pressed up against him, he gently wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He didn’t push for more and let me rub myself against his wet, hairy flesh. My skin tingled with thousands of tiny sensations as I moved, much like a cat would against a rubbing post.
The sound of several taps came from the other side of the door and I glanced down at the tent that had formed as I went over the memories from the shower. Boyd had done as he’d promised, washing me from top to toe, but he’d ignored my arousal. Although I’d been a little frustrated by that, I’d also never felt more cherished in my entire life, so I’d not grumbled at the time. Now though, with my cock leaking against the brushed cotton, I wanted what I’d not got last night.
With that running through my mind I shouted, “Come in.” I sat up and forward to conceal what was happening under the covers.
Boyd’s head popped around the door, but in the dim light, I couldn’t see his expression. “I just wanted to let you know I’ve left you some breakfast in the kitchen. I’ve got to head out now. I’ll message you once the guys have sussed out what you need for your bathroom.”
The way he said bathroom indicated he thought it was anything but that, but I didn’t take offence, because he was right. It could hardly be called that when compared to his.
“— we can figure out the rest then, okay?”
Shit what had I missed? “Erm, sorry can you say that again, I’m not f—”
The lights flicked on and the room was suddenly flooded with light. I rubbed at my watery eyes, trying to figure out what the problem was as Boyd came fully into the room.
“Are you okay?” he asked, not giving me a chance to finish talking. His voice was full of concern as he sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze roaming my face. His hand came up and he touched my hot cheeks. “You’re hot and flushed, do you feel sick?”
I chuckled and his eyes narrowed on me. “No, silly. I’m not feeling sick,” I fidgeted when he continued to touch my flushed face as if he were trying to make me out to be a liar. “I was…I…well…I was thinking about last night.” I glanced down at my lap and eased back a little so he could see what my issue was.
His nostrils flared as his eyes travelled down to where the cover failed to conceal my problem. The care he was showing me right now didn’t help in the slightest.
“Did you get hard from thinking about Daddy touching you?” His voice was so soft, it was a stark contrast from the strain on his face.
“Yes,” I whispered, more heat flooding my face, making it more than obvious the effect he was having on me. The scent of his body wash and deodorant filled my nose as I inhaled.
His hand brushed over the top of the cover as his gaze held mine. Desire, and something else I couldn’t name, was etched into his expression. But it was his eyes that held me captive as the pressure on the cover touching my cock increased.
“When I read up on what it means to be a Daddy,” he paused and licked his lips, “there was mention that in some relationships, that the Daddy gets to dictate if his boy can come. Is that the same with a little and his caregiver? Would you like that? Is it something you’re used to?”
My cock jerked and the caramel colour of his eyes darkened as he got my unspoken answer. But he waited for me to speak, showing how much he understood communication was vital between us.
“Yes, I like it. But I usually go with what my partner wants,” I admitted freely.
A frown appeared as he stared at me. “Whatever happens between us, Angel, it should be what we both want. As I’ve said, I’ve done some research, but I’m the novice here and the last thing I want is to pressure you into something you’re not happy with.”
I groaned in delight and my cock again bucked into his hand, showing its appreciation, and I was reminded of how he’d offered for me to train him. Jeez!
“I like my Daddy to be in charge and to look after me.”
Boyd’s eyes lit up and I squirmed as he shifted closer to me. His lips brushed against mine in a soft kiss once, twice, and a third time. My mouth opened, wanting more, but he pulled back.
“What are you working today?” he asked as his hand remained unmoving in my lap.
“I’ve got the lunch shift today, so I’ll be finished around four,” I answered, sounding more than a little out of breath.
“I’ll aim to skip out early tonight and we could eat together, maybe watch a movie or something.” His lips were back to hovering over mine as his eyes locked with mine. “Then afterwards, I can give you a bath and take care of you properly.” His voice thickened and he gave me another gentle kiss, his beard tickling my skin.
I groaned as he pulled back and then stood up. He gave me a wink as he looked down at my lap again. “No touching, Angel boy. I’ll text to let you know what time I’ll be home. I’ve left you a key on the counter next to your breakfast. Make sure you eat it all up.” With that, he blew me a kiss and spun around, heading back out of the room whistling a happy tune.
Well damn! How was I supposed to be pissed at him leaving me aroused when my heart had never felt so full?
Chapter Five
Boyd
The good mood I’d carried with me as I’d left Sawyer all flushed and aroused, had lasted about three hours before work intervened.
“What do you mean we haven’t paid the last two invoices?” I growled into the phone, doing my best to keep a lid on my temper as I listened to Greg, the owner of the firm we used for plumbing supplies, refuse to let me order the list of things I needed.
“I’m sorry, Boyd, but your account shows that you owe over fifty K and our normal limit is forty. We let it slide as you’re such a good customer, but I’ve sent three reminders and you’ve ignored them.”
“Hang on a damn minute. Firstly, I’m bloody sure we’ve received no such demands, and secondly, I have a monthly standing order with your firm because I use you for all my plumbing supplies.” I rubbed at my temple and eyed the huge pile of paperwork on my office desk that I’d had no time to go through with all the fuck ups at the Flamingo bar.
“No, man, hang on, let me check but I think you cancelled that about six, maybe eight, weeks ago.”
There was the sound of tapping and breathing coming down the phone as a sense of dread filled the pit of my stomach.
“Yep, there we go, it was seven weeks ago you sent an email to advise you were stopping the standing order.”
He continued to talk but I was too busy doing the math in my head, working out when all my problems had started. It all tied together. This confirmed that for whatever reason, someone had beef with me. But why? I racked my brain, trying to come up with who I’d pissed off enough that they’d mess with me this much and came up empty.
“—so, unless you pay the outstanding balance, I’m sorry I can’t take another order.” There was regret in his voice as I tuned back in.
“Listen, I’m sorry, Greg, I’ll sort payment now. If you hang on, I’ll do a balance transfer directly into your account. I’ll reinstate the standing order too and try and figure out how it was stopped, when it shouldn’t have.”
“Oh, that sounds ominous. You think the bank fucked up?” asked Greg.
“Nah, they wouldn’t have sent you an email. No, there is something else going on and I’ve no bloody clue what, but I’m gonna find out.” I cradled the phone between my ear and shoulder as I logged online into my business bank account. I scanned down the transactions and, right enough, there was the information for the standing order and the date I’d allegedly cancelled it. I cursed under my breath at not having kept a better eye on things.
Promising myself I’d take a closer look at the details later; I sorted the transfer of funds and then placed the order for the things we needed
for Sawyer’s home. It seemed like kismet that I’d decided to personally deal with all the ordering of supplies for his build as I put the phone down. Normally, I’d have left the list with Gloria, the office manager, and would have got her to do it. But because of all the crap that Sawyer had been through, I wanted to personally make sure that everything was perfect. Yeah, like that’s the only reason!
A tap at my office door thankfully distracted me from another internal debate. Gloria stepped into the room before I had a chance to say come in.
“Boyd, I’ve typed up all the quotes on the other jobs as you requested. I’ve just got a couple of questions.”
She sat on the chair in front of my desk and we went through all of the quotes. By the time she left me an hour later, I’d ascertained that if I were to keep on top of everything, and stop whoever was messing with me, I needed help.
Phil’s original offer had been more like a friend doing a favour, even though I didn’t know him that well. But as I eyed the stuff piling up on my desk, I gave a resigned sigh. With an expanding business, which was great, came additional work. It was then inevitable, either I worked extra hours or employed someone to help. The priority, as I saw it, was to find out who the fuck was messing with me. Because after today, it was clear whoever had a problem, it was with me and not Flamingo Bar.
I searched my desk for my mobile and, finding it under several bits of paper, I went through my contact list. I hit dial when I found Phil’s number.
“SSA, how can I help?”
At the rather odd greeting, I removed the phone from my ear, checked the screen before putting it back to my ear after seeing it was indeed Phil’s number. Then I remembered what his firm was called, Security Specialist Advisors. “Hey Phil, its Boyd here.”
“Oh crap, I was supposed to return your call. My secretary left me a message and I got buried in some other work. Sorry, what can I do for you?”
His voice had an edge I’d not heard before, so I got straight to the point. “You know how you offered to see if you could trace who has been messing with my orders and IT system? I was wondering if I could hire you for this. It’s just that I’ve had some more issues, only this time someone has gone into my bank account and cancelled a standing order.”
“Fuck, they’ve taken it to a new level. Banks don’t take too kindly to their accounts being messed with. Whoever has a hard-on for you is upping the ante by the sounds of it. I’m sorry I haven’t been back in touch to help.”
“Listen, they’d already done this before you’d offered, judging by the date, so no harm, no foul. But if you could help me now, I’d be grateful.”
“I’ll send you a contract to look over via email. No forget that if you’ve a snoop you don’t want to alert them. Do you have a fax?”
“Yeah, do you have a pen?”
Five minutes later, I put the phone down and breathed a sigh of relief at Phil’s assurance that he’d catch the fucker who was messing with my business. With that one job ticked off, I then rang the plumber and electrician I’d picked to go to Sawyer’s to check over his makeshift shower. After I’d ticked those jobs off my list, my stomach reminded me that I might have sorted breakfast for Sawyer but I’d yet to have something to eat.
As I stepped into the main office, Gloria glanced up from her computer, a smile lighting her face. “You need something?”
“No, I’m popping to the deli for a sandwich, you want something?”
Her hand disappeared and reappeared holding a bag that she waved at me. “I’ve a salad. You know I’m trying to make sure I’m ready to slip into my bikini for my holiday.” She giggled, and I worked on trying not to cringe at thoughts of my fifty plus office manager on the beach in a bikini.
“Yes, right, okay, I’ll be back in twenty. I’ve my mobile if you need me.” I left the office, working through the list of things I still had to do before I could leave tonight.
As I walked down the street, I glanced in a shop window and stopped at the sight of the large cream cakes sat on top of stands directly in front of the glass. My mouth watered and I found myself heading inside. The sweet scent set off my stomach and it snarled with hunger. Rubbing at my empty stomach, I waited for the two other customers to be served as I all but salivated over the counter perusing the choices.
I felt a nudge to my side but as I turned to apologise, the words died on my lips as Glenn gave me a beaming smile. Why did I have to come into the shop?
I kept my face a neutral mask and nodded politely as I recalled our conversation the day before. “Hi,” I muttered, and turned to glance back at the woman behind the counter when she asked, “Who’s next?”
“Please can I have a couple of those fruit and cream tarts, and could I have a couple of those delicious looking pastries with the chocolate on the top.”
She bustled off to get what I wanted, and I did my best not to look at Glenn, even when I could feel the weight of his stare.
“Are you planning on pretending that I’m not stood right next to you?” he asked in a surly tone.
I sucked in a fortifying breath before shifting my gaze to him. “I’m not ignoring you. I’ve just got nothing to say to you.” I prayed he’d let it go as the woman returned with my boxed cakes and requested six pound forty from me. Rooting in my jean pocket, I handed over a tenner and waited for the change as the tension in the air increased.
Any hope that Glenn would leave it be was lost as he followed me out of the shop. I’d taken no more than two steps when his hand landed on my arm. “Where do you think you’re going? We have things to talk about. Our relationship—”
I tugged my arm away from his touch and interrupted him, “No, we have nothing to talk about.” I ground out through clenched teeth as I eyed him from head to toe. His suit was expensive and one I recognised that I’d paid for. The shirt was pale blue and showed off his tanned face and hands. His short black hair was styled and, if I wasn’t mistaken, gelled into place to stop the wind from messing it up. If I looked up the term professional man in the dictionary, this would be what I’d find as a description. I’d once found it attractive, yet, now it left me cold. Was it the way Glenn had behaved or was it that I just wanted something else now?
I didn’t have an answer until Sawyer’s bright happy smile formed in my mind and that was all I could see, could feel, as the warmth of it took away the chill Glenn had left me with.
I gave Glenn a pitying smile. “I’m sorry, but I’ve moved on. You were right to make the decision to leave. I hope that things are working out for you.” I made a show of checking my watch before offering him an apologetic smile. “Listen I’ve got to go. It was good to see ya.” Without giving him the chance to answer I swung around and headed back towards the office, not once looking back.
It was only as I walked back into the office that I recalled that Glenn seldom came to the outskirts of London. There weren't any trendy bars or fancy restaurants around this area for him to be seen in. Had he been following me? I nodded at Gloria as I walked past her desk, but I hardly paid her any mind as I got a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach at the question.
I placed the cake box down on the drawing table that normally held architect designs and sat under the window overlooking the yard where my trucks and vans were parked. Rubbing at my bearded chin, I stared out the window. Would Glenn mess with my business to get back at me?
Don’t be daft. But even as my inner voice spoke, my stomach clenched.
Would he?
Stop it. You were together for four years. Why would he mess with you? I’d never given in that last time he threatened me. Would he be that spiteful?
I shook off the worry as best I could, as I got up and returned to my desk. Leave the questions to the pros, Phil will find the answers.
Let’s hope!
Chapter Six
Sawyer
“Can you clear table three and get the bill for table six?” Theo asked as he came up to stand next to me at the bar. His face was
a little flushed and he looked more than a little harried.
“Yeah, no problem. You okay?” The restaurant was, as usual, packed with diners enjoying their lunch. The scents of rich Italian food seemed to want to tease me and my grumbling stomach. It gurgled loudly and Theo chuckled as he leant on the bar before giving his drinks order to Damian.
“I’m alright,” he answered after Damian walked off to get his drinks order.
I glanced at him and noticed dark circles under his eyes, but his closed off expression forced me to keep my questions to myself. Theo, I knew, would only talk about what was bothering him in his own good time. Three years of friendship had taught me that, so I let it slide as I lifted my own tray of drinks and went to do as Theo asked.
Due to how busy the restaurant was, I got no time to think about Theo or anything else until the lunch rush was over. By then, my feet were aching, and I blamed Boyd. I eyed the shoes that had started to hurt three hours earlier and scowled. Wearing someone else’s shoes at work was maybe not such a good plan, not when you had to stand and walk around for five hours solid. But as I’d wanted to please Boyd and stay at his house, I’d forgotten my work shoes, so I’d had to borrow a pair off Adam, who was a half a size smaller than me.
As grateful as I was that I’d not had to try and explain to Seb why I needed to go home and get my shoes, all I wanted to do now was take the bloody things off and soak my sore feet. Moving like I’d spent the night in high heels dancing in a club, I limped through the near empty dining room, heading to the kitchen. No matter how much my feet hurt, the call of the pasta frittata Carl had promised me was too much to resist.
The noise as I stepped into the kitchen was hardly noticeable now, after years of training to block it out. At first, it had been a bit of a shock moving from the sedate dining room into a kitchen that was a noisy hub of activity.
