“You have a dog?”
I chuckled, and unable to help myself, I took his kiss-swollen mouth in a quick kiss. He was fucking irresistible.
“I do. His name is Hawk. He’s a Belgian Shepherd.”
His brow furrowed cutely. “What’s that?”
“Kinda like a German Shepherd.”
“I love dogs.”
“Do you have one?”
“No. Never.”
“I never liked them, or maybe it wasn’t that I didn’t like them, but more that I was too selfish to worry about caring for anything other than myself and whatever boy I was playing with at the time. Then a friend gave me Hawk, and that was it. We were inseparable.”
His brow pinched, and I kissed his forehead to distract him from asking whatever questions put that look on his face. Questions I didn’t want to answer. Not yet. If we played together again, I’d have to divulge a bit of my history, especially if we went out together. I’d gotten pretty good atreading lips to help with my diminished hearing. Last night in the club, I made sure to put his lips as close to my good ear as possible, so that I could hear him, but I couldn’t keep the vision and hearing issues under wraps for long. Especially not if we went out. In a new area, I’d need Hawk, who’d need to wear his vest until the people in town got used to seeing us in their establishments.
He burrowed into my embrace, and I squeezed him to me as I glanced at the clock. I shouldn’t feel this attached already, but I do. And I didn’t fucking care. I saw him, and he appealed to me in a way no one ever had. It didn’t fucking matter that he was the first guy I fucked since I got hurt and left the league. I felt sure I’d feel the same if I’d still been fucking five to ten guys a week like I did when I was still playing. This boy lit something inside me no one else ever had. Yes, I’d always been a Daddy, but not like the one he made me crave being.
“The munch is in a few hours,” I said, trying to see if he’d be interested in meeting up after we both took care of our shit this morning.
“Have you ever been?”
“No. Have you?”
He shook his head, his lip finding its way between his teeth. “No. I thought about attending a munch first, but I couldn’t wait to see what the club was like.”
I chuckled. “Same. I’ve been to a bunch of clubs, but none that take privacy as seriously as this one. Plus, all the munches I’ve been to, everyone seemed to be on their best behavior, and it wasn’t a good way to judge the vibe if that makes any sense.”
He nodded, looking up at me from beneath that fringe of lashes, and I kissed him. When we pulled apart, we were both panting, rock hard, and grinding into each other.
I groaned. “You are intoxicating and fucking dangerous.”
He kissed me, this one chaste when compared to all the other ones we’d shared. When he pulled away, he rolled out of the bed on the opposite side. He called over his shoulder, “I’m gonna run down to get the change of clothes I keep in my Jeep, then I need the bathroom, and you need to get going. Because if we don’t leave the bed, I’m not gonna be held responsible for my actions.”
He pulled on his clothes and boots before rushing out of the room. I got up and pissed, but was back in bed before he made it back to the room.
“Alright, Daddio, up and at ‘em. Time’s a wastin’ and your pup needs some love.”
He wasn’t wrong. But he made me feel like a shit Daddy because he was the one who made it happen, not me. While he pissed, I walked to the stack of clothing he took off me and folded last night. Other than doing up my pants and belt, all my clothes were on when he came back from the bathroom.
“It should be illegal for you to cover that body up with something as mundane as fabric,” he said, pausing in what he probably thought was out of arm’s reach. He was so fucking wrong.
I reached out, snagging his wrist and yanking him to me. His body collided against mine with a soft thud. The air whooshed from him as he gasped in surprise. His steel gray eyes wide, and his mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ thatreminded me of what a beautiful cocksucker he was. I nipped his chin and continued along his jaw to his ear.
“I much prefer wearing you and nothing else,” I said, growling into his neck, as I gave it a gentle bite.
He giggled adorably. The sound went straight to my dick, which wasn’t fucking happy being in my briefs and pants. He could fucking get over it. I had a boy, too perfect that I couldn’t have even dreamed him up.
“I prefer that as well,” he whispered.
I dropped another kiss to his mouth before forcing myself to walk to the bathroom. When I came back, he was pulling his clothes off, and I wanted to growl, but curbed the urge and asked, “So, you wanna meet at the munch?”
He nodded enthusiastically. “I’d like that. I’m gonna shower before I head out, if that’s okay? I probably should’ve asked before I ran down for my bag.”
“That’s fine, baby boy. Stay as long as you want.” My words got lost against his mouth as I sipped at his lips, my tongue teasing his.
