It all requires planning, but for the first time in my life, I feel normal. Having to work around school calendars and responsibilities, making sure she has what she needs for school. It’s hard work, but it makes me feel like a real parent.
One who’s refusing to think about what will happen when the new tour dates for next year come out. The guys aren’t pushing too hard for a tour, so I wonder if we’re all feeling like a change of pace.
* * *
“It’s open,” Ty shouts from inside his house.
I open the door to see Stan running past with a sock in his mouth. When he sees me, he comes to a sliding halt. The sock gets dropped as he barks.
“Hey, buddy. It’s me, your daddy’s favorite provider of orgasms.”
He barks again, but this time I can tell he wants to play. I pick up the sock.
“Don’t you dare throw the sock,” Ty says. “Here.” He throws a ball in my direction. I catch it and then throw it into his living room.
Stan follows it, ignoring the sock.
“You’re looking for this?” I wave the sock in the air.
“I’m getting seriously low in the sock department. I don’t know what he does to them or what kind of weird fixation he has.”
I scratch my beard. “What’s it worth to you?”
“Provider of orgasms, huh?”
“Yup. Your favorite at that.”
He comes closer and removes his T-shirt in one swift move, which is sexy as hell and makes my dick hard on the spot.
“I think in order to claim the title, an applicant must complete certain…challenges…”
His eyes burn as he stalks me until I’m flat against the front door.
“Challenges? How many?” I swallow.
“Like I said, the list is long…and hard…”
“How interesting, I brought my own list,” I say, trying to reach for his mouth, but he turns it away from mine, so I kiss and lick a path down his neck. His hands explore my body, keeping me in place.
“Is your list as long and hard as mine?” He swallows when my mouth closes over the sensitive skin of his neck and I suck on it.
“Not as long…” I breathe. “Just as hard…”
“Good. Can dinner keep?” he asks.
“Huh?”
“Dinner, baby. The bag in your hand.”
Oh shit, I almost forgot that.
“It can keep.”
“Good.”
I almost fall forward when he releases his hold on me, taking the bag to the kitchen. Before I can take another breath, I’m pulled upstairs.
“Fuck, yeah.”
