Page 137 of Pretty ’n Peak

This was a moment he’d thought about a lot, as he cooked alone for the past two years, knowing he was gay and wearing that apron.

That was the thing with Austin. The sex—or kink, or whatever it was now—was beyond incredible. But the everyday moments felt good, too.

When they were done, Mateo took their plates over to the sink. He was just debating whether to wash them now or soak them for later when Austin came up behind him, nibbling at his neck.

Oh, God. Daddy was still naked. And hard, his cock rubbing up against Mateo’s ass. So close that with just a little change in the angle, it could maybe slip right in. Not that he was prepared for that. Or that it was something Austin would want. But the possibility had every muscle in his body coming alive.

“How’s your back doing this morning?”

He hadn’t even thought about it. “Barely sore at all.” He let a bit of his disappointment seep into his voice.

“Even if I do this?” Daddy kissed along his shoulder while pressing his fingers hard against his back.

It was painful, in a bruised sort of way. It didn’t feel good, exactly, but it did something to him inside. He liked Daddy inspecting his bruises.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Now I can feel it.”

Daddy kissed back up his neck. “I think the chef should get a reward.”

Mateo risked another joke. “Oh? You mean you’re going to do the dishes?” This was who he wanted to be, sassy and carefree. He ground his exposed ass back and… Yeah. He was making Daddy moan.

“How about you do the dishes and I’ll help.” Daddy’s cock slid along his hole. “Keep your legs together.”

Mateo whimpered. Daddy was just so close. He could slip inside him at any time.

“I didn’t say you could stop washing. Focus on your task.”

There was no way. But he tried.

He tried while Daddy nibbled at his ear lobes.

He tried while Daddy ran his hands under his apron to tease his skin.

He even got most of the dishes done by the time Daddy was pinching his nipples and growling wicked things in his ear.

He gave up completely when Daddy came with a roar against his ass.

Hot cum dripped down his legs when Daddy grabbed Mateo’s cock and told him he was a naughty little boy who was going to get his apron all dirty for Daddy.

And, oh God, he was.

So dirty. Depraved.

The orgasm that shook through him left him floating, all warm and soft in his sunny kitchen with Daddy wrapped around his back.

They were sticky together, and it was perfect.

“Good girl,” Daddy whispered.

Fantasies could never do this moment justice.

But all too soon their time had to come to an end.

By the time they’d gotten dressed, it was just past noon. And Woodburn to Austin’s apartment in Portland was forty-five minutes or more depending on the traffic, plus he’d have to drive back.

His niece’s piano recital was at two.

For a moment, he considered skipping it, though Anita would never forgive him. He’d never say it, but she was one of his favorites, her quiet demeanor and inquisitive mind reminding him so much of himself at that age.