“You’re good, Daddy. I know it.” His smile was sweet as he rested back against the bed, and I shoved his legs up closer to his chest. It probably would’ve been easier to have him ride me for his first time, but that wouldn’t have satisfied the feral need that boiled inside me to fucking own him—it would’ve been half measures. I was as careful as I could be while easing into his body. I watched my dick disappear into the tight slice of bliss. His toes wriggled, which was fucking cute, as I sank deep into his ass, stretching his rim wide.
He wrapped his arms around my neck, holding on for dear life, and I began to fuck him carefully, but it didn’t take long for him to start whimpering and shifting around, and as soon as I found the perfect angle to bump along his prostate, he snapped and began to thrust against me. I shoved his thighs together and draped them over my left arm, holding them in the air. With every last bit of my coordination, I stroked his cock with my right hand. It wasn’t going to take long for this to be over. I could already feel the tension building in the base of my spine.
Winter was beautiful as he whined and panted.
“Daddy, I want to come on your cock,” he said around a gasp.
Groaning, I squeezed his shaft gently. “Okay. Whatever you want, sunshine.”
I dropped his dick and gritted my teeth. I’d been stroking him because I was too close to the edge, but now I would have to torture us both. His eyes were glazed with passion and his body glowed with sweat. I thought of literally anything except the perfect squeeze of his hole around me and how fucking good he smelled. I kissed him and tried to peg his prostate with shallow strokes.
Not long later he screamed out his pleasure into my mouth, since I refused to stop kissing him, and the warm splatter of his cum on my stomach was like a starter pistol in my brain. I buried my cock deep in his body and rutted while he moaned and scrabbled at my shoulders. His fingernails dug into my skin and I loved the burn.
Winter is exquisite.I thrust deep and stayed there as pleasure sliced through me and blanked out my mind for a few ecstatic moments. I stared into Winter’s dazzling blue eyes and grinned, and he dragged his fingernails through the scruff on my jaw.
“So good, Daddy,” he said on a happy sigh.
I nodded. “You’re a perfect boy, Winter. You take care of your Daddy so well.”
He shuddered and his eyes squeezed shut. “You can’t say stuff like that.”
“But it’s true.”
He buried his face against my shoulder, and I held on to him. After a while, I eased out of his ass, even though I would’ve loved to stay there forever. I didn’t bother doing anything I should’ve. I only peeled the condom off and tossed it, then dragged the blankets around us. I didn’t go lock up or even eat something like I’d originally planned to do. No, I held him tight and cuddled him close. He was such a fucking sweetheart, and I didn’t want to be anywhere else, not even just twenty feet away in the kitchen.
* * *
Sunshine poked at my eyes, but then it was abruptly cut off. I tensed. Something had woken me up, and I wasn’t sure what. I reached for my gun, but it wasn’t in my holster, though the leather still clung to my shoulders.
“Aw, how cute. I didn’t think this would happen. Shooting you was just going to be something on my to-do list before I blew out of town, but now I get to take care of two birds with one stone.” I blinked my eyes open and glared.
Vance stood there, looking as good as he ever had, with a gun in his hand, the same pearl-handled revolver I’d given him as a Christmas present a million lifetimes ago. He was older than when I’d last seen him, but he was lucky enough that time had only made him more handsome. “Good morning,Daddy,” he said, giving me one of his winning smiles. “You have something useful I want.”
7
WINTER
Someone grabbedmy left upper arm, dragging me out of a dead sleep, and it hurt like a vice grip had been tightened around my muscles and dug into my skin. Normally it took me ten minutes to fully wake up, but the pain jumpstarted my heart. I tried to jerk away from the sensation, but couldn’t, and opened my eyes.
“What the heck? Van? Is that you?” I flailed. He looked bizarre in a green sweater and black jeans because I’d only ever seen him in a suit. His longish hair was combed back and fell in artful waves that he must’ve taken time to create with product. Even now, he was concerned with his appearance. He dragged me out of the pile of blankets I’d been sleeping in with RJ, and as the cool air of the room hit my cock embarrassment had my face heating. I tried to cover myself with my free hand while attempting to yank away from him, but it didn’t entirely work. My stomach roiled.
I could safely mark public nudity off my list of kinks. I did not like this.
It only registered that Van was holding a gun when he stuck the dangerous end in my face. I tried not to picture what would happen to me if he pulled the trigger, but I had an extremely detailed and unforgiving imagination. He shook me around, and I winced.
“It didn’t take you long to move on, huh? I’ve had someone pick another man over me, but not usually in less than twenty-four hours. I’m glad you’re still alive because I have shit for you to do.” He knocked the gun against my temple, and I hissed at the pain that crawled all around my left eye. “But I wouldn’t have minded if you’d died since you let him dick you down.” He chuckled as if he’d just told the funniest joke anyone had ever heard, and it was the same sound I used to think was charming. “Come on, you cockslut. Walk.”
“Move on?” My mind was still stuck on half speed. I wanted to struggle against him but was terrified he would shoot me. This wasn’t the same man who’d worked for me and had happily been at my beck and call, any time of the day or night. “We didn’t even have a single date! I told you I wouldn’t go out with someone who worked for me,” I said, still not quite with it, despite everything. This was all very confusing, and I wished I had my clothes on. “Shit, where are my underwear?”
RJ slowly got to his feet on the opposite side of the bed, and I couldn’t help but stare. He was tall and muscled and nudity was a good look on him. His cock swung in a way that had me salivating, even with something awful happening. His stubble should’ve made him unkempt, but all it did was add a ruggedness that made my fingers itch to touch him all over.
“You’re fucking dead, Cromwell.” RJ pointed at Van and the way he talked as if he knew Van had me on edge.
“His name is Van Cramer,” I mumbled, glancing at Van. “Isn’t it?”
Van rolled his eyes. “Cromwell? Still stuck in our days on the force, Chandler? Here’s a news flash. The old times are dead and gone.” Van raised the gun and aimed at RJ, but I shoved his arm. The shot that rang out in the bedroom made my ears throb, but RJ ducked. He hadn’t been hit—I hoped. There was no blood anywhere.
Van bared his teeth and shot around the room, the criminal version of a toddler having a temper tantrum. A bullet shattered the mirror over the dresser, a big window, hit the bed, and then he fired again in RJ’s direction but didn’t hit him this time, either. I wasn’t sure if he’d missed by accident or on purpose and didn’t want to find out. I tried to dart away, but Van wrapped an arm around my waist and held me tight, and it didn’t seem to matter how much I threw my weight around, I didn’t get far.
