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Wyatt squeezed me to him. “Yet what, baby boy?”
Pulling up my big boy pants, I tilted my head so we were eye to eye. I wanted—needed—him to see how serious I was about this. “Now I find myself wanting to indulge in you. I want to know what it means to be your boy. Feel what it’s like to let someone take care of me. Tease you and act bratty just to see what you do with me. After a childhood of no control and spending my whole adult life maintaining as much control as I could over every situation that life threw at me, I want to fucking let go and just be.
“Since the minute I met Boss and Chance and the others at the Outreach, I’ve been in awe of the level of trust I see between them. It made me realize that after my past, I’d never even thought about giving someone that much power over me.”
Wyatt stroked a finger down my cheek. “The boys and littles give their Daddies that kind of control because they know their Daddies would never abuse it. You understand that, right?”
I leaned my face into his palm, the touch of his large calloused hand comforting. “I do, and that’s what really rocked me. My parents weren’t kind people. They rode the rollercoasters of their addictions, so they’d lash out unexpectedly, disappear and then reappear suddenly, pissed that there was no food in the house. Food that they should’ve been providing. If you can believe this, they were embarrassed by how smart I was. Mocked me for thinking I was too good for them when all I wanted to do was avoid them and live peacefully.”
“I’d like to hold you, baby boy. Can I?”
Wanting more of his closeness and that enticing sandalwood and cedar scent, I scrambled into his lap, straddling his thick thighs so that I could press into him, burying my nose in the crook of his neck and continuing my story with my lips brushing his skin. “Once I was away from them, all I wanted to do was prove that I could do it on my own and thrive.”
“It sounds like you’d already proven that while living in their house,” Wyatt growled.
I snorted. “It took me years to realize that same thing. But in the last few weeks, while trying to get a glimpse of you, I paid more attention to Boss and Chance. They’re both so strong and capable. Hell, if Boss took charge of our country like he has the Strip, it would be a happier, healthier world.”
Wyatt’s chest rumbled against mine as he chuckled. “No doubt about that.”
“But I can always tell when they’ve been with their Daddies. Any stress they’re carrying from their days seems to melt off of them. It’s not that the issues have gone away, but it’s like they handed them off and trusted their Daddies to hold them for them. They get relaxed in a way that I’ve never been in my whole life. It’s phenomenal. And I want that, Daddy. I want to know what it’s like to trust someone enough to hand them all of the pain and irritants and know that they’ll hold them for me. That they’ll unquestionably have my back because I’m what matters most to them. Is that wrong?”
He nuzzled me back. “No, baby boy. It sounds perfect. In time, I hope you’ll let me be that person for you.”
Kissing his neck, I murmured, “I think that’s what scared me about you right off the bat. The draw to you, to just let myself rest in you, was so immediate and instinctive. I’d never had that before. When you told me why you wanted a boy earlier, my whole body cried out for me to tell you I wanted to be yours. It’s confusing because it’s so unlike me, but…I’m ready for everything to be different. For me to let go of the reins I’ve been gripping so tightly for as long as I can remember.”
Wyatt sat up and gazed down at me, stroking his thumb over my lips. “You honor me, baby boy. So much.”
Blinking up at him, I asked, “Did I say enough for you to make me feel good, then?”
Wyatt’s eyes darkened, and he dove at my lips, kissing me until I was breathless. His large hands roved over my body, touching me everywhere, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel the heat of his skin next to mine. It had been so long, and I needed this. Needed him. “Daddy,” I whined.
Pushing to his feet while cradling me in his arms, he smirked down at me. “Don’t worry, baby boy. I know exactly what you need.” Then he carried me toward his bedroom.
Chapter 7
Wyatt
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As much as I’d wanted to press him down on the cushions of my couch, I needed more room to spread my boy out and enjoy him. Earlier, I’d turned the bed down, not expecting sex but hopefully getting to cuddle Cass for a bit before I sent him home. He held me so tightly. An embrace filled with something that almost felt like desperation. This would be the first time for both of us since his husband passed and mine divorced me. I needed it to be great for both of us.
I couldn’t take my mouth away from his as I stood with Cass beside my bed. His slender body felt good against my bulk. Sometimes I’d wondered if I’d ever have this again—someone to call my own. A boy to call me Daddy again. It had felt like I’d lost a part of myself, but the sweet way he said Daddy tightened my chest. My hands on his hips tugged him closer as I teased him with an almost kiss. A smirk lifted one corner of my lips as he chased me as I attempted to retreat.
“What’s wrong, boy? Daddy not giving you what you need?” I asked, and an adorable rumble was his only answer. I released his hips and lifted my hands to start picking apart the buttons on his shirt. Again, I took my time. I needed to savor every second I had with him.
I straightened to stare down and take in his smooth, lightly tanned skin. With every inch I exposed, my cock pulsed behind my zipper. I groaned as I reached the last button, just above his waistband, and slowly slipped it free and tugged it from his jeans. I brushed it back from his shoulders, removing it until it pooled on the carpet.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” I whispered reverently as I stroked the curled fingers of my left hand from his collarbone to the center of his chest and lower over his abs, feeling the muscles jump under my touch. He had small pebbled nipples a few shades darker than his tan.
“What about you?” he asked.
I leaned in, and my bearded cheek brushed along his until I nipped at his ear. “In good time, boy. First, I need to take care of you.”
His hands curled around my upper arms, squeezing them as I tried to remind myself to take it slow. Maybe he didn’t need that, but I did. I’d always found it so hard to be selfish. Taking care of my boy was all I’d ever wanted to do.
“I just want you to be selfish, boy. Making you feel good makes Daddy feel good,” I assured him as I dragged my mouth down the side of his neck, nipping and suckling at his skin. As I dropped to my knees in front of him, I glanced up to see his chest moving at a faster pace, and his eyes darkened as his pupils dilated. There was a faint flush on his cheeks that traveled down over his flat pecs.
His hair had fallen forward to shadow his features. I sat back on my heels to slowly remove his shoes and socks. When his fingers combed through my hair, I leaned forward to brush a kiss just under his adorable belly button. His hand slid around to the back of my head.
