Reed grabbed one of my hands, pressing his lips to the back of it. We adjusted our rhythm, keeping our girl in between our bodies. Moaning, she threw her head back, her gorgeous blonde locks splaying across my collarbone. I moved her hair away from her face with my free hand.
“Come on, babygirl,” I whispered. “You’re so close. Come for Daddy.”
She moaned louder, her eyes fluttering shut. I kissed the crown of her head making sure she hit her peak before looking at Reed.
“I’m there, Sir. I’m there….” he panted.
My brats were both sated, allowing me to climax, releasing inside Eloise. She gasped, her muscles clenching me tight as I came hard. We stayed connected for a while before finally moving around. Reed picked Eli up in his arms, kissing her forehead. We had gone into this relationship differently than most people, but observing the sweet gestures between the two of them and the adoring gaze Eli shot at Reed, I knew it had been the right move.
Thirteen
Reed
The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, with mostly fun interactions and dates designed to get to know Eli better. I even assisted her with finding a brand-new car that she loved and fit her perfectly. But King and I hadn’t gotten a chance to deep-dive into more serious topics. He also didn’t know things I didn’t share, obviously. Pacing along the length of my home office, I jabbed my fingers into my hair.
“It’s not that easy.” I’d replied almost the same way for the past half hour to each question he had asked.
King was attempting to piece together why I’d been having such a difficult time with his orders. He’d been beyond patient, but his jaw clenched and relaxed. It was subtle, which meant he wasn’t annoyed exactly, but he wasn’t happy either.
The two of us plus Eli were together in a relationship, something I’d wanted but I couldn’t shake the crap weighing me down. My overworking. The fears about becoming a Daddy for Eloise. Having Kingston as my Daddy.
Kingston touched my arm. “This isn’t productive, little prince.”
Scowling, I paused mid-stride. “Don’t call me that right now.”
“Why not?”
Huffing and puffing, I resumed pacing. He knew me. Knew me better than I knew myself lately. So why did I keep pushing him away from me when all I wanted to do was curl up in his lap and never let go?
“Does Daddy’s boy need a timeout?”
Something about his tone pissed me off. I couldn’t put a finger on what bothered me so deeply, but it felt like he’d ripped me wide open and was seeing every single vulnerable part of me.
“I’m not your boy, good or otherwise. I’m a fucking mess! You’re out of your goddamn mind to get involved with me.”
Kingston had an uncanny knack for cutting through my bullshit. He stepped to me and grabbed the middle of my ear. He’d been doing this move more often than I liked. I knew not to fight. He tugged and I had no choice but to follow him. When he turned into the bathroom, dread filled my stomach.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
It was the first time I’d called him the title, and his eyes widened. Kingston let go of my ear, rubbing the outer shell as I hung my head. Embarrassment flooded my system.
“Why do you think we’re here?”
“You’re going to wash my mouth out with soap for cursing at you and saying something mean about myself.”
“I should. For the way you’re acting and your refusal to cooperate. Do you have something to say to me?”
My eyes burned and my throat ached as if I couldn’t express anything I wanted to. Nodding several times so he knew I was having trouble and not ignoring him, I finally replied. “I’m tired. I’m reallyreallytired.” It wasn’t just the physical toll the warring in my head took on me, but the mental exhaustion.
“What else?”
“I didn’t think I had a Little. I sure as heck didn’t think I’d ever want or need a Daddy.” I cleared my throat several times.
King took my face in between both of his hands so I had to look at him. He kissed my forehead and each of my cheeks. If he kept doing such sweet gestures, I’d cry.
“I wasverywrong, Daddy. As soon as you came over, I slipped into my Little headspace. That’s part of the reason why I haven’t been able to talk about big things.”
“It seems like you don’t believe you’re worthy of being my Little boy. Or that Eloise and I might judge you. Does that sound accurate?”
