“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed, princess,” I said as I shimmied around so I could lay him on the bed. “Did you remember to pack your jammies?”
I wasn’t sure where all of this talk was coming from. Maverick hadn’t shown any signs of regression, and I hadn’t imagined being with someone who identified as a little.
Maverick rolled to his side and curled up in a ball. His hands were under his cheek like a pillow, and I wondered if he’d even be awake when I got back from grabbing his bag out of the car.
He wasn’t. But I couldn’t let him go to sleep with cum dried on his skin. I cursed the small hot water tank as I waited for the water to heat up so I could wet a washcloth to clean him up. While I stood in front of the sink, I tried to figure outwhyI was treating him like a little.
It all went back to the day I’d found him curled up in the bean bag, a book in one hand and a stuffed animal in the other. I didn’t think he even realized how he was rubbing the soft fur of the weird llama/unicorn/Pegasus thing against his cheek. He was lost in the words on the page, to the point he hadn’t even heard me come in.
When the water finally warmed, I wet the cloth. I set it on the nightstand before bending down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Come on, baby boy. It’s time to get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”
Fuck. There I went again.
Rather than obsess over what it all meant, I decided to go with the flow. Mav had repeatedly showed me that he had no issues speaking his mind if he didn’t like something.
Mav draped his arms over my shoulders, allowing me to pull him upright. That hadn’t been my intention, but in his sleepy state, I wasn’t going to fight him. His body slouched when I pulled back long enough to reach for his tank top.
Tonight, it was a frilly pink thing with a scalloped hem and unicorns flying over the fabric. It was so him, I couldn’t help but smile. “Lift your arms for me.”
He did, and I quickly pulled the tank over his head. “Now lay back so I can wipe you down.”
I quickly cleaned him, ignoring the gentle whimpers as I wiped down his dick. He was so out of it, his body didn’t even react. I lifted one foot and then the other to get him into his shorts, hitching them up his legs.
Once he was dressed for bed, I carefully pulled back the sheets and shifted him closer to the wall. It only took me a minute to strip down and curl my body around his, sheltering him from the outside world as he slept.
“You’re a good Daddy,” he murmured. “I think I want you to be mine.”
My heart picked up its tempo. I didn’t even care that I was going to bed with blue balls. Hearing him say he wanted me, was the only fucking thing that mattered. Now, I just had to figure out how to keep him.
11
Mav
The grand opening of DeSires was delayed almost a full week as they waited on final inspections, quick fixes, and, most importantly, permits. There had been a mix-up at the city clerk’s office, and no one was happy about the delay.
But finally, we’d made it to opening night. By some miracle, John didn’t have to work a full shift. When I’d asked him how he’d managed that, he explained that tonight was by invite only, so there wasn’t the same need to have someone handling the door until close.
I didn’t care why. I was just excited that he and I were going to get to experience the magic of the club with our friends. And maybe, just maybe, tonight would finally be the night I got to feel that thick cock inside of me.
We’d spent nearly every night together, alternating between his trailer and my room at Sam’s. Neither place afforded us the privacy we craved, but we found ways to make it work. Tonight, Sam had informed me that the house would be empty. He said something about Theron taking him somewhere special to celebrate his latest achievement, but I thought he might have encouraged the plans so I could have a bit of normalcy in my life.
John would be here in twenty minutes, and he’d told me to shower and get my makeup on, but specifically instructed me tonotget dressed. I was supposed to leave the front door unlocked and be waiting for him at the vanity, wearing nothing but my robe.
He definitely had something up his sleeve and I couldn’t wait to see what it was. I debated the makeup bit. If I took all that time and he messed it up, I was going to be annoyed. But if hedidn’tplan on having his way with me before we had to leave, I’d be in trouble for not following directions.
In the end, I went for a middle ground. I could always tell him I needed to freshen up a bit. I waited until I heard the front door open to apply a liberal coat of the vanilla cherry gloss he loved kissing off my lips.
The bedroom door opened, and our eyes met through the mirror. “You’re just where I told you to be. Good boy.”
“I told you I know how to behave,” I teased.
He pulled a small box out from behind his back and set it on the vanity in front of me. “And I told you good boys get presents.”
“You didn’t have to,” I protested. My family had never been big on presents, and as I got older, I learned those that didn’t come from people who were obligated to get you something often came with strings attached.
“I know, but when I saw this, I couldn’t resist,” he admitted, pulling my chair back and spinning me around so I was between his legs. Whatever was in that box must be pretty special, because in this position, I was eye level with his bulge. I licked my lips and he laughed. “You keep checking me out like that and I’m going to make you take an even closer look.”
“How close?” I slid my hands around the backs of his thighs, holding him so he couldn’t back away. Blowing guys hadn’t been my favorite activity in the past, but I loved the feel of John’s length shoved deep into my throat. Even more, I loved it when he couldn’t stop himself before wrapping his broad hand over the front of my neck before demanding I swallow around him. My hands slid higher. “You didn’t come over last night. It was lonely without you.”
