I nodded with more laughter bubbling from between my lips. I couldn’t see me or Nicky giving up our Bottom Queen membership card. Dare knew how gay sex went because I’d shared some stories with him, and he’d listened intently, like a good friend, but it’d been a while since we had a good, detailed sex talk.
He finished his panini and brushed his hands together, knocking off any crumbs. “That makes sense.”
“Not all gay guys have a defined role, though,” I said, because I hated that stereotype, even if I liked only bottoming. “Some people are verse. They mix it up all the time. It’s just not for me.” Lowering my voice, I leaned forward to whisper, “I like dick inside me.”
And I got happy tingles over the thought that my man could knock me up, plant cum so deeply in my body that it had no choice but to give in to him and create a womb and baby. The breeding kink was a cracked fantasy, but I lay awake at night thinking about it.
“This one might be different anyway. He’s older.” I flushed as I thought about the picture and text Nicky had sent me.
Dare scrutinized me, squinting suspiciously. “How much older?”
I cleared my throat and mumbled low.
“What?” He poked my wrist. “Louder.”
“Early fifties. His name is Wayne.”
He immediately shook his head. “No. No, Z. Listen, I’ve got nothing against age differences, all right? Nothing. But no. You need someone who’s enjoying life, not someone who’s settled down.”
I frowned at him. “What’s wrong with being settled down? I like that idea. I’m sick and tired of these party boys, Dare. I want something else, someone who wantsme, and not only to empty his balls. Is that too much to ask?”
The guy in the leather jacket at the table near us coughed, and I glanced at him, taking in the fierce tattoos visible on his neck. The ink was of a skull with flaming eyes, nose, and mouth, and it was beautifully done. As much as I appreciated tattoos, I’d always been scared of needles. There was another man across from him, blond and adorable, who glared and whispered, “Kai, stop eavesdropping.”
The leather man—Kai, apparently—smirked at me and turned away. He reached across the table, and he and the blond held hands. Jealousy snaked its way through me.That’swhat I wanted. Someone to enjoy life with, in ways that didn’t involve partying or sharing. Was that so hard? I wanted a Daddy, and maybe this Wayne could be one for me. He was certainly old enough.
I sighed and stood, pulling out my wallet to grab a twenty as a tip and throwing it on the table. High, but worth it. The service here was top notch. Straightening, I headed out the door as I tucked my wallet away, and Dare was right at my heels, calling my name gently.
I stopped out on the sidewalk and turned to him, wrapping my arms around myself. “I want to find the one. Someone who loves me for who I am.”
“I know.” Dare curled his arms around me and dragged me tight to his chest. I snuggled into his heat and buried my face against his neck. “I’m sorry you have to go through so many assholes, Z. You deserve better.”
“I know.” As much as I had a lot of self-doubts and let people, including our boss, walk all over me, I knew who I deserved. He was right here in front of me. My heart ached for him.
The late-afternoon sun beat down on my back, a reminder we’d spent way too long at the office and now most of the day had disappeared.
“Want to go to the arcade?” he asked.
I shook my head and forced myself to step back out of his comforting warmth where I wanted to stay forever. “It’s too late. I need to go home and relax.”
Dare smiled and curled his arm around my shoulders, guiding me toward the paid parking lot where we’d left the car. The trip home was quiet, and he played his favorite rock music—AC/DC.
By the time we got to our small home, the urge to curl up with my baby belly on had crept through me and made my skin prickle. I followed Dare out of the car and along the path to our front door, where he unlocked it. Our place was the best. Dare had searched for a long time to find something I couldn’t live without. The siding was clean and white, and all the doors on the connected townhouses were different colors. I repainted our door regularly and right now it was Sunburst Orange.
I walked inside and breathed in my vanilla-scented candle, which filled the open-plan living room and kitchen with a sweet smell.
“Damn it, Z, did you leave a candle burning?” Dare gave me a suspicious look, and I shrugged because across the room to our right the flame glowed bright in the jar on the kitchen table. He shook his head in exasperation. “Do you need anything? I can go out and get chocolate or a voodoo doll that looks like Serge. There’s apparently a man who’s a witch around this city somewhere. I’d find him.”
I laughed and gave Dare a hug, kissing his cheek. “Thank you, but I’m fine. I need a bath and alone time. You know what us introverts are like.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, but he merely nodded and let me go. I took my time taking a bath, filling the tub with water and sitting in it for I didn’t know how long. I enjoyed time like this to myself, with my Kindle and a candle burning so all my worries disappeared.
Novels swept me away from reality and into a new world where romance existed. I was enthralled by the heroes of the books I read, and even though Dare teased me sometimes about them, I didn’t care. It was my escape. This time I was reading a book by Brooke Edwards, a tennis romance that had me on the edge of my seat. But after a while I grew tired, and the need for my belly had me rising and letting the water drain out of the tub. I dried off and slipped on my boxers, leaving my Kindle on the bathroom sink as I blew out the candle and left the room.
Dare’s bedroom door was closed, so I assumed he’d already settled in for the evening or was waiting for me to get out of the bathroom so he could have his turn. I touched the door and sighed. If only I was brave enough to tell him how I felt, like they did in novels.
Shaking my head, I went to my room and closed the door behind me. I headed to my closet and opened it, reaching into the very back to grab my belly. I took the time to strap it on straight and snug, and the heaviness brought a comforting weight that dug into my chest. It was a warm blanket on a cold night. There was no way to explain it to my exes. They didn’t understand my desires.
I got into bed and curled my arms around the bump, closing my eyes as I imagined Dare slipping in behind me. In my fantasies he cuddled closer and kissed my ear, telling me how beautiful I was like this, round and full of his child. I shivered, my cock perking up. I sighed as I reached down into my boxers and wrapped my fingers around my hard length. This was going to be one of those nights where I’d let my mind run free, and by the time I went to sleep I’d have come at least three times imagining Dare fucking me until he made me like this—pregnant.
