Brax’s cheeks flushed, and he dipped his head shyly. “Shh, some of the other people here will think we’re rushing out of here to go home and have…to do…to have S E X,” he whispered.
“Just some of them? Others will assume I’m spending time with the hottest man in the room and plan to just go home and go to sleep? Oh, we can’t have that.” I used our connected fingers to give a sharp yank and send him off-balance and into my arms. Brushing my lips over his, I said, not quite in a whisper, “I can’t wait to get you naked,” then swept him into a deep and not-safe-for-public-spaces kiss.
If it had been earlier in the evening, I would have been a little more cautious, but there were no families present, and those who were still dining at this late hour broke into applause. Several tables were filled with people we knew from the club if not from the little room, and they were the most enthusiastic of all. After a few seconds longer than was proper—if any of it was—I led Brax out of the restaurant and to our SUV.
My partner and little was a gift I’d never dreamed I’d receive. For years, I’d visited Chained and other clubs and spent evenings with adorable littles, none of whom were the right person for me beyond our time building blocks or enjoying a picture book together. I would not call those evenings less than pleasurable, but my desire was for someone who would be a partner in all facets of my life. Someone who would enjoy both big and small time together. Who would have scallops one night and chickie nuggies another and enjoy both.
My Brax checked all the boxes in my soul. He loved going to Chained to spend an evening playing with toys or—gulp—making a glitter craft. We invited his friends and their daddies over for playdates in our playroom and played alone there by ourselves, having a wonderful time being together.
Then, other days, or nights, Brax and I had big time together. Often ending up heading just where we were going now. To our king-sized bed where we would hold one another close and see where we went from there.
Tonight, there was no doubt what our plans were. On the drive, he rested one hand on my thigh, a fraction of an inch from where my cock swelled against the zipper of my jeans. “If you keep that up, we’re not going to get home. I’ll pull over and have my way with you in the back seat.”
“The back seat folds down.” His fingers crossed the line and blunt nails scraped over the denim covering my aching rod. “And we have a blanket back there.”
“Are you testing me, Brax? Because I’ll do it.”
“Take this turn-off.” He toyed with the button. “There’s a good place to park.”
“How do you know this?” I cast him a glance. “Something from your lurid past?”
He gave me a squeeze and smirked when I gasped. “You know very well I have nothing lurid in my life that we didn’t share together. Pull down this lane.”
We were all alone out here, and our tinted windows would make sure nobody could see what naughtiness my boy and I got up to in our big time. We climbed into the back, pulled down the seat to create a flat surface, and padded it with the fluffy blanket we kept there for emergencies. Or other things. It wasn’t the first time we hadn’t been able to wait to get to our bed before stripping one another naked. Kissing and groping, we rolled around the back. A faint thought that the tinted windows would not give us away, the rocking SUV would.
“Nobody is coming out here,” Brax said, reading my mind as always. “But I suppose we can always go home and have hot cocoa.” He reached for his sweater, but I grabbed him around the waist. “Oh, no you don’t.”
“I knew you couldn’t resist me.”
“I don’t suppose you brought…”
“Lube.” Brax grabbed his jeans and pulled a tube from a pocket. “I just might have brought some with me by accident.”
“You naughty boy, you planned this whole thing.”
“Mad, Daddy?”
“At you?” I flipped him onto his back and went to work preparing us both for our sneaky adventure. “Never.” Sinking into his hot, tight hole, his body closing around me like a glove, anger was the furthest thing from my mind.
My Brax was all I could ever want or need. His body, his mind, his adorable little side… No daddy was as lucky as me or as in love.
Anyone who did go down that road couldn’t have missed our SUV shimmying in the starlight, Brax clinging to my shoulders until I moved one of his hands to his cock where he jerked himself hard and fast, shuddering and gasping. He came first, followed a second or two later by me, and we lay there until we got chilled, the blanket under us no match for the winter outside the car.
“Home, my precious boy?” I asked.
“Yes, Daddy.” He snuggled closer. “Our bed is much warmer, but this was nice.”
“Better than nice.”
Chapter Four
Edwin
My life was starting to settle down…finally.
I moved into the Little House, work was becoming a routine, and I was starting to think of this move as a positive one and not something I was boxed into. I was the only one in my office who took the move and, so far, only half of the others had found new positions. That had been my biggest fear and only affirmed my decision to be here.
My new home was fabulous. My roommates were fun to play with and respectful of the shared spaces. From what I learned, there was a lot of moving in only to move out again, not because people didn’t love it there but because they kept finding daddies to start their happy ever afters with. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous of them.
