“Missed you so much.” I place my hand on top of his, holding him snugly against me. Closing my eyes, I purr like a kitten, leaning intothe touch, soaking up his love like a sponge. “But if you ever call me that again—”
“You’ll eat it up,” he teases. “You know you love when I say it.”
“I know no such thing.” I bury my face in Bubba’s neck, but Johnny’s not putting up with my antics, apparently, because he takes me by the chin and tugs until I’m looking right at him.
“Lie to me one more time,” he warns, and fuck if the commanding tone doesn’t do things to me. Dizzying things. Delightful things. Dick-riding things.
I swallow nervously. “What are you gonna do about it, Daddy?”
Bubba stares down at me, smirking. “I don’t know what he plans to do with you, but I know what I’d like to do.”
My hole clenches in anticipation. “What?”
He looks back at Johnny. “Have you ever been to Paris, bro?”
Johnny shakes his head. “The farthest I’ve ever been from Dunsberry is Minnesota.”
Bubba licks his lips. “I’d suggest you bust out your passport.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re about to see the Eiffel Tower.”
Johnny’s eyes practically light up. “Like in those videos we used to watch?”
“Yep. Do me a favor and go warm our boy up.” He hands me over to Johnny like I’m light as a feather, and my cock is currently stiff as a board. I nestle against Johnny, enjoying how good he feels when I’m wrapped around him like this. “I’ll be inside in a second.”
I scrunch my brows. “You’re not coming with us?”
“I’ll be there in a minute, I just have to talk to—” He looks around the property as if he’s seeking out a scapegoat. I don’t know why he needs one, but Johnny’s giving me his classic fuck-me eyes, so who cares?
“He’s going to get me nice and loose for you, Daddy. I'm going to make you both feel so good, sir.”
Bubba kisses me gently on the lips. “You always make us feel good, baby. It’s our job to return the favor.” He gives Johnny a quick kiss like the one he just gave me, and then he hands me over to him, and turns and tries to walk back toward Ladonna’s house, wincing with pain as he places his foot on the ground. Stumbling, he reaches into the back of the vehicle and pulls out a pair of crutches. "Sorry, baby. I'm going to have to use these until we I get all healed up."
I blink at him. “You need to have your leg seen to. If it's broken, we need to get you to the hospital.”
Bubba just rolls his eyes and tosses the crutch behind him, walking to the house, fit as ever, mumbling something about it not needing to make sense, because it's Murder Daddy, whatever the fuck that means.
“You don’t know how much I missed you, Ez,” Johnny says when it’s only him and me. “I had Bubba, but without you, it was like being given water but no food. I got by, but I wasn’t nourished.” He presses his forehead against mine and tightens the hold he has on me, pulling me even closer against his hip. “I didn’t know how much I needed you until I didn’t have you anymore. I love you, and I don’t want to spend another day without you. Without either of you.”
“I feel the same way. I just walked around in a haze the whole time, trying to think of a way to get back to you. To make it home, because that’s what you and Bubs are. You’re my home.”
“Then I guess it’s only right to say, welcome home.” He looks around the property, chewing his cheek. “Where have you been staying?” I point at the little shack, just a few yards away. Johnny’s lip curls into a smile. “They put you in Mr. Fister?”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “Mr. Fister?”
“Yeah. Mr. Fister. It’s where all us boys went when we needed to shoot a load as kids. The building is over two-hundred years old. I’m pretty sure the thousands of dried loads are acting like some sort of glue. It’s probably the only reason the place ain’t fallen down yet.”
I swallow, my cock throbbing. “That’s disgusting.” My voice is barely a whisper, and it’s got this gravelly texture to it that takes me by surprise.
“You’ve been sleeping on the mattress, haven’t you?”
“No.”
He uses the hand that was just stroking my cheek to spank my ass. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, boy.”
I whine obscenely, burying my face in his neck, squealing, “Daddy!”
