“No, sugar. They’re in the barn and tucked into bed. You were so busy today that I handled it, but I should’ve told you so you wouldn’t worry about it later.”
“Daddy, I’m a terrible goat daddy.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I’m a terrible goat daddy.” Jasper settled back down in his spot, but he didn’t start playing with his blocks again, other than to turn them over and over in his hands. Even when I handed him Nessie, he only clutched her close to his chest without returning to his play.
“Why would you say that? You take such good care of them.”
“I forgot ’em today. When I get busy, they’re gonna be sad if they don’t get fed.”
“Oh. Well, today doesn’t count. Do you know what kind of Daddy I would be if I didn’t take stuff off your plate when it’s overflowing with things to do?”
“What kind?”
“The shitty kind.” That got a few smothered giggles out of Jasper. “Yeah, so they’re fine, and you can feed them breakfast so they don’t forget you and think I’m their new daddy. One boy is plenty enough for me.” That was enough to satisfy Jasper, and he finally returned to his building blocks.
From where I sat on the couch, it looked like he was building some kind of enclosure, but it was hard to tell because Nessie kept knocking it over. No matter how many times Jasper asked her to behave, she just kept up with her antics.
“Nessie, if you don’t behave, you’re not gonna get a treat.” Jasper’s words were spoken sternly, but he also stroked her head, so I wasn’t exactly sure how effective the admonishment would be.
“What is she doing?” I asked.
“She’s knocking over my fences for the sheep that are coming to keep my goats company.”
“What sheep are those?”
“They live in Houston, Daddy. I gotta find ’em ’cause they got solded.”
“How will you do that?”
“I don’t know,” Jasper said forlornly. “They gonna be sad.” As he spoke, Jasper stopped to yawn between each word.
“Well, maybe we can figure it out next week,” I suggested. “But, for now, my sweet, sleepy boy, it’s time for bed.”
Jasper started to protest that he wasn’t tired enough yet.
“Nope, I don’t want to hear it. You can barely keep your eyes open. It’s bedtime.”
“Daddy, I wanna keep you company,”
“Sugar, I’m going to bed too.”
“Oh.”
My response took all the fight out of Jasper. He allowed me to lead him to the bathroom, where he made a halfhearted attempt to brush his teeth. I brushed aside his hand and took the task over. He didn’t bother to argue. There was no fuss when I directed him to use the bathroom, held him while he finished his business, washed his hands, and brushed his teeth. Each time, he lay his back against my chest and simply let himself exist in the moment. The swoops and swirls I’d felt earlier were back with a vengeance.
Who the hell would have thought a sweet city boy like Jasper would’ve been the one to wake me up? Not me, that’s for damn sure.
Fuck, I love lucid dreams.
What had started off as a dream about going fishing had quickly turned dirty as hell. Somehow, my dream had shifted from fishing rods to Jasper’s mouth on me. I felt his tongue circle around the head of my cock before dipping to take me into his mouth. His tongue swirled along the edge of the underside, then slipped me out so he could drag a long lick down to my balls. He tugged them gently into his mouth, creating suction and heat and wetness that made me want to jump out of my goddamn skin.
I could have sworn I felt his fingertips kneading my thighs. My legs felt like Play-Doh, and since it was a dream, there was no reason to stay quiet—no one could hear me anyway. Each moan was followed by a string of curse words because his mouth felt so fucking sinful on my dick. My hips bucked into his mouth, desperate for more friction, more heat, more everything.
After a particularly strong tug on my cock, my eyes shot open, and I realized it wasn’t a dream at all. My sweet boy Jasper was kneeling between my legs while I lay splayed on my back, just like I’d been in my dreams. He was crouched low, the covers shoved off both of us. At some point, he’d gotten naked, his sweet body on full display for me to enjoy. I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged gently until he looked up at me.
“Sugar, what are you doing?” I asked.
