“Okay, so after…I’m getting my punishment?”
“You are. I promise.”
They shopped in the little stores that looked as though they’d been there since the days of the Old West. They found things for their new home, for each other, and for friends. They picked out a big, chunky turquoise bracelet for Monty, for Christmas and as thanks for all he’d done to bring them together.
At the Dine-O-Mite Diner, a strange but fun name for a place, they went to a big table that Pappy waved him to. There were other men there: a man with long black hair, one with red hair who was big and bulking with muscle, and a slim, handsome man near where Pappy was sitting.
“Benson Carter, Luka Balic, this is Lonnie and Travis Walton, and Rebel Colton. They’re some of the gay men you’ve heard of,” he said, laughing.
After hands were shaken and they took their seats, Lonnie said to them, “Pappy says you’re thinking of moving here?”
“We are moving here,” Luka said. “We just adopted two dogs too.”
“That’s great,” Lonnie said, smiling sweetly.
“I know there are about five houses that have been waiting for great owners,” Travis said.
“We’ve taken the one on Spring Drive.”
Rebel nodded and said, “I love that house. It’s not far from us, actually.”
“Good neighbors! I’m already happy with our choice.”
“Do you have kids, or will you?” Rebel asked.
Benson knew what he wanted, but he’d never really discussed it with Luka. After all, it was up to him. Benson wanted him to be happy. That’s why he was overjoyed when Luka excitedly said, “Yes, we want a bunch. I want at least three.”
Benson would have said seven.
“Wow, that’s amazing. Well, we have a daughter, and Lonnie and Travis have two sons. Another friend of ours has a son too.”
“The three of us have no kids, but we don’t live here all year anymore,” Pappy sighed. “We have our hands full with Binxie.”
The dinner was delicious, and the conversation made them both happy they’d chosen the Apishipa Creek home instead of the Twin Pines home. They were both falling more in love with the town by the minute.
At the hotel, they barely got in the door, and Benson snatched him up, kissing him roughly before he said in a gruff voice, “Get your clothes off.”
“Daddy!”
“Do it. Now.”
Luka jumped to it, and started stripping instantly, and Benson saw his hard dick bouncing out of his boxers lewdly, and he knew for sure he was right. Luka expected his backside to be red soon, but that wasn’t happening.
He rushed to clumsily undress, grabbed the back of the sofa twice to steady himself or he could have bit it. Once he was nude, he stood straight and asked, “Should I bend over the couch?”
“Yes, but not this end. Kneel on the cushions and drape over the back of the couch. You should probably get comfortable.”
Luka’s brows drew for half a second, but he did as he was told. As he got into the position Benson wanted, Benson went to the mini-fridge and pulled himself out a bottle of water, taking it to the big overstuffed chair. After he moved it so it was close to the couch and facing it, he sat, opening the bottle of water, taking a sip and smiling.
He had a great view. Luka had the prettiest ass Benson remembered ever seeing. Luka didn’t move for a while, then he started flexing that peach, and he cast glances back at Benson a few times.
“Daddy?”
“Hush. I’m punishing you.”
His body tensed, and he didn’t move for about three seconds, then he turned all the way around, sat on the couch and cocked his head. “Excuse me?”
“Why did you move? Now your punishment is longer. Get back into place.”
