He opened his mouth, looking like he was about to argue again, or start giving me more reasons he thought he was unloveable, but nope. We were done with that now.
“Unless you’re about to safeword,” I said before he could say anything. “You’re just going to have to accept it, sweetheart.”
His mouth snapped closed again, and I grinned at the beautifully needy look behind the shock still present on his face.
“Unless you safeword,” I repeated. “You’re going to have to get used to acting surprised every year when mom gets us a new set of cheesy holiday-themed pajamas, to Ellen photobombing your videos once we get a recording space set up for you in my second bedroom, and to letting me love you, petal.Permanently.”
He stared at me for another minute or three, then finally cleared his throat. “Uh, new pajamaseveryyear?” he asked, his voice husky and low. “I don’t… I don’t even wear pajamas.”
“I know,” I said, my cock suddenly just as interested in the conversation as my heart was. “But you’ll only have to on Christmas morning. Mom likes to take a family photo of all of us in front of the tree.”
“In pajamas?” Jordan said as I started up the car. “That’s so weird.”
He shook his head and looked out the passenger window again… but not before I saw him smiling.
And “that’s so weird”? That definitely wasn’t his safeword.
My boy was all in.
18
Jordan
Andy waswrong about being able to sneak off and spank my ass like I’d been craving all day before having to meet his fam, because holy shit, were they ever excited about us showing up.
Andy parked in front of that garage he’d mentioned, but before we’d even opened the car doors, the door to the main house flew open and all four of them poured out, all dressed in ugly Christmas sweaters, smiling like they’d just won the fucking lottery or some shit, and talking a mile a minute.
I was generally good with meeting new people, had no problem smiling and being friendly and shit, and could totally roll with conversation... but not gonna lie, I was a little off my game at the moment. First, because I’d never met a bunch of strangers quite so fucking happy to see me; second, because his sisters, a couple of miniature Andys that bounced around at 10x speed, were instantly all over me with ideas about merch and questions about the channel and color commentary about a recent workout series I’d done out in Bushnell park; and third because… holy shit, Andy fuckinglovedme?
He’d actually said that, right?
His parents finally went back inside after handing off a set of keys to the upstairs of the garage, but the girls stayed to “help”... which apparently meant mobbing me while Andy popped the trunk to get our stuff out.
“It wastotallymy idea that Andy ask you out, Jordan,” one of the girls said, grabbing onto my arm before I could help Andy start unloading our luggage.
“Shut up, Liz, it was not,” the other one said, pushing in front of her. “Ifound your channel first, Jordan. Did Andy show you our reaction video to that one you posted where you were wearing the Santa hat?”
“That glitchy part two minutes in was totally Katie’s fault,” the first one, Liz, said before I could answer that.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Shutup, it was so.”
“Lizzard,” Andy said, pulling her off me. “Don’t be rude to your sister, and both of you—” He pried Katie’s fingers off my arm, “—stop hanging all over my boyfriend.”
Andy slid between me and the girls like some kind of shield, and they instantly started badgering him about who knows what, but I tuned it out, because… shit.Boyfriend. He’d said that, too, so I guess I officially had a Scott now.
I scrubbed a hand over my mouth, hoping I didn’t look like a grinning moron, but seriously, how the fuck hadthathappened? And better yet, my boyfriend wanted me to call him Daddy, spanked my ass whenever I needed it, and told me helovedme?
I still wasn’t quite sure how I’d gone from actively avoiding all that shit to needing it like air, but somewhere along the way, that had definitely happened… and after the way things had gone down today, for the first time, it actually felt like I might get to keep it, too.
I’d known from the beginning that this thing with Andy couldn’t last, and even after he’d started talking about us being permanent and whatnot, I’d still known that “permanent” could only happen if he never realized what a hot fucking mess I actually was. But then, like a fucking idiot, instead of doing my best to hide all my flaws, I’d ended up shining a damn spotlight on them the minute he’d asked.
Hold up, not “asked,” he’dtoldme to.
I shivered, my dick starting to plump like it always did when I thought about Andy pulling that Daddy’s-in-charge shit on me… which of course he noticed. The shivering, I mean, probably not my cock, since I figured he wouldn’t be looking at that with his sisters both hovering.
“Cold, baby?” he asked, wrapping an arm around me. “Let’s get our luggage upstairs.”
