His eyebrows drew together in confusion for a second, then he shook his head. “You Americans have the strangest expressions.”
I laughed. “Look, I appreciate the concern, but I’m damn near half a century old, remember? If you can handle an entire rugby team—” I nodded in the direction of the increasingly rowdy group Santiago’s eyes kept returning to. “—then I think I can handle two delicious twinks.”
And if my luck held out, I’d get a chance to, since Diva had finally quit molesting her boyfriend and was heading my way, a well-mussed and slightly dazed-looking Isaac in tow.
Santiago chuckled, finishing his drink and then pushing to his feet. “Roman, those aren’t two ‘delicious twinks.’ That's one scared little rabbit and a genuine British goddess who appears to have him in her thrall. But if you want to take them on, then more power to you. I’ll just go see about finding my own entertainment for the night.”
He winked, then headed… elsewhere. To the table of muscle-bound boys, I assumed but couldn’t have attested to. My attention was now fully engaged with my own boys. My little rabbit and his goddess. Santiago had called it, and the combination was everything I hadn’t known I was missing as I’d made my way through the various kink communities and gay dating apps back in New York over the last decade or so.
I couldn’t look away. Diva was weaving through the crowd like she owned the place, and as far as I was concerned, she did. She also quite clearly owned the little rabbit behind her, his trepidation a gorgeous contrast to her sultry strut. I couldn’t wait to peel her out of the sparkly, mesmerizing, skin-tight bodysuit and the curves they contained to find the lithe man underneath, and the things I wanted to do to the too-adorable, too-delicious twink who was hurrying along one step behind her?
I discreetly adjusted myself. Isaac looked… distressed. Like someone had plucked the world’s cutest librarian off the street, set him down in the middle of a sea of thirsty men, and left him to flounder.
Well, maybe notlefthim, since Diva had him firmly in hand and looked fierce enough to protect him from anyone who dared to so much as look at him sideways, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still floundering.
Or that he didn’t need something more.
A Daddy.
Me.
“Here we go, honey,” Diva said to Isaac, tossing me a quick wink as they arrived at my table and pulling him forward. “He’s everything I promised, now isn’t he?” Then, to me. “Say hello, Daddy Roman.”
“Hello, gorgeous,” I said, my face threatening to split into an ear-to-ear smile. I winked at Isaac. “And hello, beautiful.”
“Mmmm,” Diva said, looking me over hungrily as a blush flooded Isaac’s face. “I have to say, you look even hotter in person than in those yummy pics you sent. The fully clothed ones.” She pouted, then pointed a dangerous-looking, glitter-encrusted nail at me. “I’mstillwaiting on the dick pic I was promised.”
“Requested,” I corrected her as little Isaac’s eyes widened to comical proportions.
“Diva,” he hissed under his breath, clearly trying to tug his hand free of her hold. She didn’t let him. “You can’t just… just ask for… you can’t…arghhh.”
I bit my cheek hard enough to sting, trying not to laugh. God, he was adorable.
“I can, sweetie,” Diva said, wrapping an arm around Isaac’s waist and tugging him against her side. “I did. And Imust.” Her eyes roamed down my body again, then snapped back up to my face. “After all, I only want the best for you, and if Daddy Roman can’t deliver…”
I barely refrained from laughing at her sass. God, she really was gorgeous, though. And not just her warm, satiny skin or those pillowy lips that were a threat to my sanity, butallof her.
I loved a confident boy… just as much as I loved a timid, needy one.
“I can deliver,” I said firmly, not rising to Diva’s bait. “Once we get to know each other.”
Diva rolled her eyes. “We only have a weekend, Daddy. Screw getting to know each other. Isaac needs—”
“Diva,” I said sharply, stopping her when Isaac’s precious look of flustered embarrassment transformed into true mortification. “Behave.”
They both froze, and for a second, I thought I’d lost them.
They weren’t actually mine to discipline, but I hadn’t liked hearing that we were limited to a single weekend… even though it was true. And seeing Isaac in distress? That had shot past social niceties and had me jumping in before I stopped to think, awakening the deeply ingrained protective instincts that had long since ruined me for any kind of relationship other than this.
Well, notthis. Not with them. They were temporary, and I had to remember that, no matter how many of my boxes they both checked. I wasn’t really their Daddy… and honestly, I half expected Diva to flip her hair, cut me with a look, and storm off for calling her on overstepping like that.
Instead, after that first, frozen second, she softened, her eyes going from wide and shocked to sultry. “Yes, Daddy,” she purred, licking her lips and stroking Isaac’s hip. “I’ll be good. And so will Isaac, won’t you, sweetie?”
“Um,” he said, reaching up to adjust his glasses. “I… I can? I guess. I mean, yes. Okay. Oh, God.”
The last was mumbled under his breath as another blush flooded his cheeks. It made me want to wrap him up and…
And do dirty, dirty things to him.
