“Do you only feel little when you’re upset?”
“Uhhh, no, but I almost always drop into a little space when I’m sad. It’s usually about feeling overwhelmed, and that can happen with good things. It’s nice to keep little stuff around, though, but I’m not sure I’d count that.”
“Like what do you mean?”
“So, like for the reception area slash living room in the main house, I was going to make a cozy corner like the one here,” Jasper said with a nod to the corner he’d already set up.
“With coloring books?”
“That and a couple of stuffies, some blocks, a few cars, stuff like that…” His voice trailed off, and I could feel anticipation radiating from his body. He might sound casual, but I suspected he’d spent hours planning this.
“I don’t think you’ve ever told me the name you’re going with.”
“What?” Jasper reeled back and looked at me with shocked eyes. “How did I not? It’s going to be The Lavender Porch. I’m going to go hard for the gays, but it’ll be inclusive to anyone, of course.”
“Oh, I like that. Kinda gay but with the plants and stuff, it works too.”
“Ha! I’ll make that my slogan:Come stay with us. We’re kinda gay, but you don’t have to be.”
“Oof, you might need to workshop that one. You could test it out at the potluck next week.” I wiped my hands on my jeans. Sweaty palms didn’t scream I’m a competent Daddy who’s got their shit together. “Did you want to go with me?”
“Daddy, did you just ask me out on a proper date?”
“I did.”
“Are you asking because if we go together, you won’t have to bring your own dish?”
“Maaaaaaybe,” I answered with a wink.
“Rude. But I’m still gonna say yes.”
Jasper’s grin was everything. It sent tendrils of happiness curling through me. My answering smile, I hoped, did the same for him. The more I studied his smile, the more I became distracted by his mouth. The barely parted pouty lips were begging to be touched and explored.
I dropped my head slightly, and Jasper raised his face to reach mine. When our mouths met, it was soft and sweet. I pulled away so I could experience the moment again. His lips felt like warm clouds and the faint wet sound when they parted sent a thrum straight down my spine. I felt the light breeze of his breath as it grazed over my mouth, sending a wave of want across me. I dropped down again and used my tongue to seek entry to his mouth. Jasper’s low groan spurred me to explore deeper, and his tongue rubbed against mine in a slow, deliberate motion. When my lungs burned past the point I could handle it, I pulled back.
“Jasper, how are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling good, Daddy. How ’bout you?”
“Same, absolutely same.”
“But I could feel better, I think.”
Jasper’s smile turned sultry, and my stomach flip-flopped with the pleasure I hoped he was offering.
“Yeah, can I help?”
“If you want.”
“I want.”
Jasper’s smile turned almost predatory. In a single move, he threw his leg over my lap and looped his arms around my neck. I scooted down the sofa so my neck rested against the back. The angle I’d moved into lodged Jasper a little closer to the cradle of my hips. Jasper huffed out a laugh and rocked himself against me. The friction was delicious, and I wanted as much of it as I could get.
“Daddy, may I touch you?”
“Sugar, you never have to ask. Anytime. Anywhere. Help yourself.”
I lay my arms across the back of the sofa and let Jasper have his way with me. With deft fingers, Jasper unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. He wiggled the jeans down a little so he could thankfully free my hardened cock from its prison.
