My eyes widened, dropping to the bar top. My skin crawled, and my whole body turned icy.
Oh crap!
Ewen’s big hand landed on my arm, my eyes meeting his. “I’m not saying he doesn’t. That’s not my place, but it is my obligation to protect the subbies in this club. So, if you’re gonna make life-altering decisions, kid, you need all the facts. And you need to be careful about making plans for others without their input. That means you need to ask that Daddy of yours some hard questions.”
My chin bobbed. I’d not been worried, at least not overly, until Ewen said something.
“Finish your drink. Then head upstairs and get the answers you need.”
I chugged the last of the soda, swallowing the burp that threatened to erupt from the carbonation and my nerves. Ollie hugged me when I stood. I returned it, then waved at the guys behind the bar.
By the time the elevator opened on the floor to mine and Daddy’s room, my lip was a chewed-up mess. My hands trembled, and I thought seriously about ignoring Ewen’s advice, but he had smacked the nail on the head when he pointed out I didn’t know if Alex felt the same.
At the door, I paused to take a deep breath. Hawk and Daddy moved around the room, the sounds muffled yet comforting. I wanted that for the rest of my life. I wanted to come home tothem forever. I knew people would call me stupid, saying I couldn’t know that. I was too young. But I knew.
In my head.
My heart.
My gut.
Deep in my soul.
Alexander Svartström was my person, my Daddy. We were meant to be together.
So, why did I need him to tell me he felt the same? Shouldn’t knowing it in my soul be enough?
Hawk barked from the other side of the door. Daddy’s voice followed after a few moments before he opened the door.
“Baby boy, you okay?”
I nodded, then shook my head from side to side. Tears rushed forward, and Alex did his Daddy thing. He pulled me into the room, stepping back so the door would close behind me, but he didn’t hug me like I thought he would.
Instead of pulling me into his arms and cuddling me, he stepped back, tilted my chin up with his finger, and asked, “What do you need, baby?”
“Daddy,” I sobbed, wrapping my arms around my middle.
Hawk pressed himself against my legs, and Daddy opened his arms, holding them out to his side. “I don’t want to assume what you need, but you’re killing me. So here I am, take what you need, baby. I’m all yours. Whatever you need is yours for the taking.”
I wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms and let him comfort me, but I had to know.
“Are you really?”
“Really, what, baby boy?”
“Are you truly all mine?”
His face fell, but he pulled me into him. I went willingly, even though he hadn’t answered my question. He moved us over to the sitting area, dropping onto the couch. He got us comfortably situated. Usually when we sat here, I straddled him, riding his cock, but today he placed my butt on the cushion next to him with my legs stretch across his. He turned toward me, his eyes traveling over my face.
“Little one, I’ve been a fucking sucky-ass Daddy if you’re questioning my affections.”
I gasped, “No! Daddy!”
He stopped the onslaught of denial with a finger to my lips. “Baby, I love you. Hawk is the only being on this planet I care about near as much.”
I looked up at him fully, not through my lashes like I had been. His gorgeous face seemed hesitant, like he wasn’t sure of something.
“You do?” I asked.
