The words make me blush, heart flipping.
"Yes, Daddy."
The cab ride to the hotel is a blur, mind replaying every moment: his commands, my surrender, the afterglow cuddles. But I don’t have too long to dwell on things. I need to get my butt in gear. I change into work gear fast, snag a coffee, and head to the site.
I pull up just as the crew's arriving—Mikey and Taylor laughing about something, Taylor hauling his gear with a yawn, Lane already fiddling with tools.
It's Friday, and the energy's buzzing, everyone chatting about weekend plans. Home for most—back to the coast, beaches, bars.
The site's alive with that end-of-week vibe… jokes flying, high-fives, the cold air crisp but not biting as hard. The snow held off overnight, leaving just a frost that crunches under boots.
Xander's there, clipboard in hand, overseeing the morning setup. He spots me hopping out of my truck, waves me over.
"Danny! Good timing. Crew's pumped for the weekend. You heading home too?"
The gang gathers loosely—Mikey sipping coffee, Taylor leaning on a beam, the others nodding hellos. I feel their eyes on me, curious but friendly.
After the spanking incident and the Little club invite, I know I'm in, so don’t feel nervous about speaking up and being heard.
"Nah, boss. Staying here. Got... plans with Olivier." I try to keep it casual, but my grin gives me away.
Mikey whoops immediately. " Hell yeah! Spill. Did you seal the deal?"
Taylor elbows him, laughing. "Dude, boundaries. But yeah, happy for you, man. He seems solid."
Razor chimes in with a fist bump. "About time the new guy got some action. Coast life's great, but city romance?Nice."
Lane smirks. "Just don't forget us when you're all loved up."
Xander chuckles, but his expression turns thoughtful, that boss-like wisdom kicking in. He claps my shoulder, pulling me aside a bit as the others start prepping.
"Seriously, Danny, glad you're happy,” Xander says. “Olivier's a good guy. The crew likes him. But heads up… when this job wraps—few weeks tops—you'll have a choice. Stay here, andchase that? Or stick with Construction Boys? I don’t say it to be negative, but that’s the reality of this kind of thing. We’ve all been there over the years. It’s best to know what you’re going in for."
I nod, the words sinking in. Xander is right, and I’m grateful for him looking out for me like that.
The site's humming now. Forklifts rumbling, hammers testing echoes—but Xander’s voice cuts through the noise as he continues…
"Next gigs are all local, back home,” Xander says. “Short hauls, no overnights. Means slim chances to swing out here, see Olivier. Unless he visits you?"
The question hangs.
Olivier—visiting the coast? His restaurant ties him here, those brutal hours.
Could he swing weekends? Or would it fizzle, distance killing the spark?
I wonder, staring at the half-built frames, if that's possible.
Could we make it work…video calls, stolen trips, building something despite the miles.
Or do I uproot? Leave the crew that's become family?
The thought twists my gut—loyalty vs. love.Potentiallove, anyway.
But after last night? It feels real.
Xander reads my face, squeezes my arm. "No pressure now. Just think on it. You're a fit here. We’d hate to lose you. I knowthe guys think of you as a buddy now as well as a crew member. That’s not nothing. But follow your heart, kid."
With that, Xander heads off to direct some traffic that appears to have built up just outside the site, leaving me with the crew.
