We stayed silent on the way home. The roads weren’t great, and I didn’t want to distract him. I wrung my hands in my lap in nervousness. I hadn’t been to his place since I’d left to move in with Vic three weeks ago, and I stressed that all my organization of the house had been changed. It was a stupid thing to worry about, but the thought made me shudder. I wouldn’t know until we got there.
I stressed nonetheless, and by the time we arrived, I was wired and antsy. If JP noticed, he didn’t say anything as he drove his Land Rover into the garage that connected to the Victorian. When he had moved the shifter to Park, he winked at me and slid out. I did the same, nerves weighing heavy in my stomach as he came around to my side and laid his hand on the middle of my lower back again.
“Come on, boy. Let’s go talk.”
I let him lead me into the house. He took my outerwear and hung everything on hooks near the hall door before he stripped out of his own things. I tugged off my shoes, and he turned up the thermostat. I took the chance to peek around him and down the hallway into the kitchen as he kicked off his shoes. I couldn’t see much from here, but part of the counter was in view, with the canisters containing sugar, tea, and coffee that I’d reorganized before I’d left, and it was exactly the way it was before I’d moved out.
I smiled, unable to stop the sneaky bastard from making its way onto my lips.
JP slid his hand into mine and guided me to the sitting room. I paused to take in the space without the Christmas decorations. This wasn’t the same area I remembered, and it looked a lot less merry without the festive cheer. “The tree?”
“My aunt came to help me take it all down.” He squeezed my hand and tugged me gently toward a couch. We sat, him closer to me than I expected. “Do you want me to turn on the fireplace?”
I didn’t say no and JP took that as an affirmative. He rose again and worked on getting a fire going. I couldn’t help but appreciate the firm muscles in his ass. His tight pants left nothing to the imagination, and I wasn’t sorry for that. I almost asked him if he’d let me fuck him before I remembered he’d said we were going to talk first.
When he came back to sit on the couch, I stared intently at him before I finally broke and asked, “What are we doing here?”
“We’re talking.” He reached over to slide his fingers along my cheek, and like a hopeless romantic who always imagined finding my one true love, I leaned into his touch, wishing for more.
“I know, but… you said you didn’t want to do this.”
He shook his head. “Stop putting words in my mouth, boy. I said wecouldn’tdo this, not that I didn’t want to. There’s a difference.”
“Oh.” I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth.
“We’re here to talk, something we should have done a long time ago.” He sighed and shifted closer to me. “I need you to listen to every word I say, boy, okay? If you are unsure about anything, I want you to ask me. It’s time we had a real conversation about what’s happening between us.”
I nodded quickly. “I’d like that.”
“Before we start, I need to know. Vic. Have you played with him?”
My cheeks grew hot and I shook my head. “No. I only told you I was going to do that. I’ve never even kissed him. He….” I glanced away, but JP grabbed my chin and turned my head back so I was looking at him again. He smiled encouragingly. “He knew that I liked you, and he said he doesn’t play with boys who want other Daddies. But he offered me a place to stay, and I took it because I couldn’t stand to be in the same house as you if I couldn’t have you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you said we couldn’t do this,” I whispered, feeling ashamed. “I know when not to argue.”
JP groaned and dropped his face into his hands. “We fucked this up, didn’t we?”
I couldn’t help the smile that curled at my mouth. “A little, I guess?”
“Okay.” He stretched out his neck like he was getting ready to run a marathon, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable he was. Once he settled against the couch again, he pulled me closer until I was buried against his side, my shoulder under his armpit. “Let’s start again. We can’t do this, boy, but I want to do this.”
“But what about Mr. Elwood?” I whispered, staring up at his angular face and gentle eyes.
“I’ve reached an agreement with him and he’ll leave you—us—alone.”
“Do you mean that if I had apologized to him earlier, maybe we could have kept having sex the entire time?” I gaped at him.
He chuckled and cupped my cheek, caressing my skin with his thumb. “Who knows? We can’t go back now. There’s no use looking back on what could have been.”
No, there wasn’t. I snuggled farther into his warmth and sighed. “Then I should tell you that I want you… Daddy. I need this. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this right now.”
“Really?”
I glanced up at him to search for amusement, expecting him to make fun of me like everyone else seemed to, but he was smiling encouragingly, so I continued. “I’ve never… I’ve heard about this kind of kink, but I never expected to enjoy it. I do, though, and I want it with you. I want to be a good boy for you, and maybe… we could go to club Triple X, too?”
His smile widened and my heart skipped a beat. Well, it couldn’treallyskip a beat, but it felt like it had. “Let’s start this slowly, okay? But I want this, too, boy.”
