(Two weeks later.)
The last two weeks have flown by, with Clay coming over every day. He’s been the perfect Daddy; taking care of me, spoilingme, and even playing tour guide, like he promised. I was shocked when Adrian invited him to join us for our traditional Wednesday movie nights, the last two Wednesdays in a row. Not only did Clay join us, but he also made us his famous Ceaser salad with chipotle chicken both times. He wasn’t kidding when he said his salad was delicious! Gah. I could live on that salad.
Last week, Clay and I even started attending the Little’s Summer Day Camp at Dark Satin. It’s a series of classes Daddy and I can take together, mimicking day camps and the fun events I always wanted to do as a kid.
“Wait,” Ash says, sounding outraged. We walk past several shops, making our way downtown toward Scoops, Clayton’s ice cream parlor—yes, my Daddy owns a whole freaking ice cream parlor! “Let me get this straight. Daddy Clay has been spoiling you, taking you out on dates—both littleandbig dates? Like, as in romantic dates, as well as playdates, making you dinner, and being the absolutely perfect Daddy any little would be happy to have, but the man hasn’t even kissed you yet? That’s crazy. Kiss him already!”
“I don’t know. I think it’s kind of sweet. I confessed a few things to him about my previous ex, and my Daddy has made sure to take extra good care of me, proving he isn’t anything like that asshole. He wants to go at my pace,” I reply defensively.
“And yet,” Ash says, “you’re the one who was just complaining that he hasn’t even kissed you yet.”
I pout dramatically at Ash as we stop by the side entrance of Scoops. “I mean, he’s kissed me on the forehead and cheek. It’s sweet. I like it.”
“And like I said: you’re the one who was just complaining that he hasn’t even kissed you yet.”
I groan. “Okay! Fine,” I snap. “I want Clay to kiss me. I want to take the next step with him. He’s my Daddy, and my boyfriend, for fuck’s sake. He’s so damn hot. And I’m so damn horny. He makes me horny all the time!” I stomp my foot. Yes, I honest-to-goodness stomp my foot.
A throat clears, and Ash laughs.
I, on the other hand, spin around, mortified.
Clay is leaning against the doorjamb, looking sexy as hell with a teal-green button-up shirt. The shirt not only has little sailboats on it, but it also shows off the nice definition of his muscles, as well. I could blame it on all the talk about sex and first kisses, but when my cock begins growing hard in my pants, I know it’s because of my Daddy. He does this to me. My body has never responded like this to anyone else.
Clay smirks. “Do you have something to say to me, Fe?”
I shake my head, heat flaming my cheeks.
Clay chuckles. “Come inside. First, you get the surprise I’ve worked so damn hard on perfecting the past two weeks.” He gives me a heated look. “Then we can figure out what to do about your…situation.”
I adjust myself in my shorts. Fuck. If it weren’t for this mystery ice cream flavor he’s been working on, I’d jump his bones right here, right now.
Ash giggles next to me, and I squeal, forgetting he was there, listening. “Oh my gosh, Ash. Cover your ears.”
We walk inside Scoops and make our way through the side toward the dining area. As soon as I push open the door, cheers of‘Surprise!’and‘Happy birthday!’erupt all around the room. I spin around, taking in all the decorations. How did he know it was my birthday?
That’s when I register who’s here.
Standing in the parlor are Adrian, Theo, and all my new friends. Riley is here with his boyfriend, Daddy John. Wylan and Seth are standing together, fingers laced, and Marcel and Harley are standing there with their arms wrapped around each other. Ash rushes over to his boyfriend, Drake’s, side. I beam at the group. How did I not realize my family has grown so much bigger?
Clay appears by my side and hands me a waffle cone with pink-and-blue ice cream in it. “Happy Birthday, Felix.”
Grinning, I lick at the sugary treat and moan. “Oh my gosh, is this cotton candy?”
His pretty forest-green eyes sparkle. “It is.”
I take another lick and moan again. “Oh my gosh. How did you know it was my favorite?”
Clay gives me a playful shrug and a sexy smirk on his face. Oh yeah, Daddy wants me to jump his bones when we get home. I’msoready.
Adrian and Theo appear by my side. Adrian whispers in my ear. “I always knew the right Daddy would be able to figure out your favorite ice cream.”
Clay winks. "I have one more surprise for you, Fe." He hands me a tiny gift bag. "You won't believe who I found jammed between the sofa cushions this morning."
I grin over at my Daddy and open the bag. Sitting on a nest of glittery tissue paper is my tiny stuffie, Krooger. I squeal, launching myself at Daddy. “Best birthday ever!”
As soon as we make it back to my place, I eagerly kick the door closed behind us.
Clayton takes a step toward me, closing the distance between us. His warm body presses against mine as he pushes me against the door and cups my face. Damn, the way he cups my face. How does he always do this? He makes me feel so grounded. Safe. Cherished. His intense green gaze searches mine, and I know he’s silently begging for permission. He might have heard me earlier, but I get the impression he needs me to take this next step. To give him my consent and show him I meant it when I said I want him. He needs to know that I need him just as much as he seems to need me.
