Page 26 of Rev the Halls


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The way that Colt looks at me and River, the way he calls himself a Daddy excites me but also scares the hell out of me. I have wanted something like this for so long, but seeing the way that some gay people are treated for their sexual kinks has made me hide what I have always wanted.

I believe deep down that River wants this too. His words and actions have made me believe that he would very much like Colt to be our Daddy.

A whimper leaves my lips, and Colt’s eyes darken, turning molten right in front of me.

“My boy wants more?” he edges, and I nod.

It is like I have fallen into the role of being his good boy, and hell, I like it. I know next to nothing about this man, but he makes me feel both wanted and needed at the same time.

I feel safe with him.

“I need more.”

“Baby, you will have more of my lips any time you want, but right now, we could use this time to talk, to get to know each other like you and River did.”

I sit back, my back hitting the steering wheel, but I do not care. I have never been in this position before. Hell, I have never been this close to a man before.

Sure, I have kissed a few but never actually had sex with one, or sat in their lap, but Colt makes me feel like I can do things with him. Being here in Silverpine and away from the big city gives me fresh air to breathe, to clear my mind. Who knew that visiting would help me to think about what my future could hold?

“Theo, baby, ask me anything. I am an open book to you. This is daunting as fuck for someone as shy as you, and do not deny it. It is clear that you are not as experienced being with men as River and I are, and that is okay. Fuck, Ireallyfuckinglike the idea of teaching you how things should be. Not that you will be doing them with anyone else.

“This is new to you, I get that, but we will ease into it, unless this is something that you do not want. In that case, I will understand completely. River, maybe not; that boy can pout like no other I have seen.”

I laugh, licking my lips, which earns me a growl. I focus on the belt buckle that he is wearing: a metal oval, with a floral design and a big ‘W’ in the center.

“I like this. It shows honor, love, and respect for your family.” I trace over the pattern.

This bold side of me is freaking me out. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever touch a man’s belt buckle, but then again, I would never sit in a man’s lap either, yet here we are.

“That is exactly what it represents, baby. The Woods family are everything you just said and more.” His hands resting on my hips make me shiver.

“Are you cold?” I shake my head, a smirk playing on his lips.

“When did you know that you were a ‘Daddy Dom’?”

“I have always been dominant in bed, but it was later in college that I found out what I was. Went to a few sex clubs with friends, found out what worked for me. I am not a Daddy with all of my lovers; some I just use to get off when the timing fits.”

The idea of him with other men just for the sake of it sits heavy in my stomach. A growl slips free, making his smirk widen. He leans in closer, his gaze never leaving mine, as if daring me to ask more or pull away.

No way am I pulling away from getting more kisses from him. If he fucks like he kisses, I am screwed to high heaven and back.

“I am no saint, baby. I have fucked plenty of men before you, but none of them matter. If you will both have me, then only you and River will touch my cock from now on.”

“Colt.” I whimper his name.

In my world, I am the big bossman despite being shy, nerdy, and awkward. People listen to me, and work for me. They respect me and do as I say, yet here, I turn into mush hearing Colt speak about what he wants from me and River.

“When did you know that you needed a Daddy?”

I shrug at his question.

“I am not sure. Sex has never been a thing for me.” My chest seizes when Colt inhales.

“You are a virgin?” Holy moly, his deep voice resonates right through me, making my balls ache like they never have before.

How does he do that?

I say nothing, my cheeks heating from embarrassment. I’m sitting here with this man, who has no doubt fucked hundreds of men, while I am yet to be taken.