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“Here-here!” The others cheered.

Dinner, drinks and a shitload of walking behind us, not to mention shitty sleeping on a bus, we were done in. The app tracking my steps was getting a hell of a workout tonight.

“Ready to head back to the hotel?” Scythe asked.

“Yeah, it’s late. Let’s find a car service,” Daddy suggested which I was totally down with. I can’t remember the last time I did this much walking plus, I had zero fucking clue where we were.

We weaved our way through the current hotel, I’d lost track of which one we were at given how many we’d been through and honestly, they all started looking the same to me. Scythe found the pickup area where a car waited for us. It was like once we sat, the weight of the day and all we’d done hit us full on. Hell, I haven’t even looked at the time since we ate dinner.

“Dude, it’s two a.m. and this place is still hopping.” Tibby said, erasing the question of time for me. “I’m beat.”

“You’re in for the night?” Scythe asked us as we reached our room.

“We are. Thanks for everything,” Daddy said. Scythe nodded and went to check in with the guard in the hall. As soon as the door was closed Daddy turned on the shower and swatted my ass as he passed me by. “Clothes off, it’s shower time.”

At the mention of a real shower, my clothes flew off in all directions. Daddy’s laughter followed me into the bathroom.

“Someone’s excited.”

“Hell yeah. A real shower I can finally scrub my entire body and hair in. I’m all over it. Fuck, the hot water feels great.” I loved my hair, but it did not do well in that tiny bus shower and the five-minute limits we got. Otherwise, we’d be out of water before everyone got to wash up.

Daddy ran the sponge over my chest as I rinsed my hair. “Those curls of yours drive Daddy insane. Did you have a good day, Little Wren?”

“I did, thank you for doing that.” Daddy works hard too and I really appreciate him taking Tibby and me out.

“Turn around, I’ll wash your back.” His hands all over my back? Yes, please. “I lack your massage skills, but I’m pretty good with a sponge.”

“I’m happy as long as you’re touching me.” The simplest acts meant the most to me. Taking the time to wash me, walking around a new city. Daddy showed me he loved and cared in everything we did, and the best thing was most of it was free. Did we have the money to do things? Yes, but that wasn’t what mattered most. Being together was.

He pressed his lips to my shoulder as he reached around the front, gently gliding the sponge along my cock. “It’s been too long since I’ve touched my boy. Quiet blow jobs on the bus take the edge off, but aren’t my preferred way of showing my boy how much I love him.”

“Mmm, hmm.” Personally, I enjoyed those, but riding Daddy’s cock sounded better. “Feels good.” Felt even better when his finger teased my hole and slowly slid inside. Where the lube came from was a question for later. “More. Please.” Some nights were for gentle love making while others were for making you remember who you belonged to. Tonight, I wanted, no, needed the latter.

“Daddy’s boy is needy, isn’t he?” There wasn’t time to answer as he slid a second finger in. “Little Wren wants to feel the stretch of Daddy inside him tonight.”

“Yesss,” I moaned, shamelessly riding his fingers. “Now.”

“Bossy boy.” I was, but between the warm water and those damn fingers of his…yeah, it’s been way too long.

“Baby, Daddy needs you.”

“Need. Need. Need,” I chanted. If I had anything to say about it, we wouldn’t leave this shower stall without mutual orgasms. With my hands braced against the wall I pushed my ass out. “Now.”

He didn’t waste any time. As soon as the tip pressed inside, he kept going until he bottomed out. Daddy laid his head on my shoulder, catching his breath which gave me the same chance.

“I’m afraid to move and come too fast.” I laughed. “Don’t laugh, the vibration is intense.” Now, he chuckled. “I love you, Little Wren.”

“I love you too, Daddy. Now fuck me.”

Seemed to be the right words to say. He pulled out, slammed back in and finally fucked me like he meant it. Wonder if the guest comments cards could be utilized to thank whoever maintained their hot water heaters.

“What’s so damn funny?”

Oops, hadn’t meant for that to be out loud.

“Nothing. Sorry.”

“Boy, grab your cock and get yourself off.”