Page 135 of Pretty ’n Peak

This wasn’t just a lesson any more, was it? His head was tilted back as far as it could go, his mouth open for Daddy to plunder. Their tongues kept tangling together, and when he lifted his hands, Daddy’s chest was just right there, so warm and naked and…

“God, baby girl,” Austin pulled away, panting. “The things you do to me. Or is it baby boy this morning?”

It took a moment for the words to even penetrate.

Baby girl? Baby boy? He truly didn’t care as long as Austin kept saying them in that sinful voice that made him feel adorable and sexy and needed. Which was a revelation in itself. He hadn’t been sure what he’d want, until just this moment.

“Either one is fine,” he admitted. Either one was wonderful.

“Alright, then.” Austin kissed him on the forehead.

He’d never thought this could just be so… easy. In all of his dreams about letting his more feminine side show, it had always been edged with darkness and fear. Something to hide, not something to celebrate.

Jamie had helped a lot in changing that for him.

But it was still different coming from the man he was attracted to. Austin never even hesitated, always asking where he was and then switching easily.

Mateo’s hand wandered down Austin’s chest. He’d never gotten to touch him before. Or at least, not like this. Outside of a directed scene or when they were too exhausted to think.

“Mmmmm…” Daddy hummed. “Keep doing that, Peach, and we’ll never get to breakfast.”

“Do we need breakfast?” Mateo would happily never eat again.

“I was promised an apron.”

Mateo felt his cheeks warm. He might have, maybe, had a lot of thoughts about that apron. It was one that his mother or sisters had left at his place one day, a floral print in plain cotton. It was handmade and probably decades old.

When they finally got to the kitchen, he showed it to Austin before he put it on. “I sometimes wear this. When I’m cooking.”

Austin touched the bunched fabric. “Does it have flowers on it?”

“Yeah. And lace at the top. I mean, it’s not very sexy.” But it was the only feminine garment he’d let himself have. His excuse, in his own mind, had always been that he needed to keep his clothes clean, and there wasn’t another option.

“Put it on, Peach.” Austin ran his hand down his back. Over his ass.

Putting it on while he was naked was completely different.

Austin explored the fabric with his hands, tracing the lace, then the lines where it met Mateo’s skin. He reached inside and pinched Mateo’s nipple. “Mmmm… I approve. And are there pockets?”

There was one, that Austin found over his very erect cock. “Look at this,” he purred, grasping Mateo through the material. “It’s a good thing you’ve got this apron to keep you safe while you’re cooking.”

Mateo just whimpered.

“So, what’s on the menu?” Austin asked, still stroking him slowly.

Me, please. “I can make… eggs? Or cereal? Oatmeal. I think I have the stuff for pancakes.”

“How about eggs? If that works for you.”

“Yeah.” Mateo’s voice came out husky.

Austin’s hands dropped away, and he was maybe a little bit disappointed, but cooking for his… his Daddy, was part of the fantasy, too.

Austin took a seat at the kitchen table, turning the chair to face him.

It was a good thing that omelets were easy to make, because anything complicated would have been a disaster.

Austin kept up a constant stream of conversation. About Mateo’s family. About his show last night. About Mateo’s niece’s piano recital, that Mateo unfortunately had to make an appearance at this afternoon.