“Do it,” I urged, sliding my hands to his shoulder blades and pulling him down so our foreheads pressed together. “Let me hear you say it, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”
Tanner swallowed hard and seemed to be having as difficult a time breathing as I was. He squirmed around, resting his knees on the bench on either side of my hips. He lifted his head and pressed his lips against my forehead. “I wanted to be mad when they told me you were picking me up today but I’m glad it was you now. I want you to show me what it feels like to have a Daddy.”
Not quite what I wanted to hear, but we’d get there.
“You understand that means you’ll have to follow Daddy’s rules or there will be consequences, right?” My hands drifted down his back to his ass. “I know it's hard for you to be around your family, but you're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?”
“Yes… Daddy,” he responded breathlessly.
His entire body shook with need when I decided to push him further. “Remember, good boys get treats. I’d much rather give you rewards than have to punish you for being naughty.”
Before he could say another word, I stood without letting him go. Tanner wrapped his legs around my waist, hooking his feet behind me, holding on for dear life as I closed the distance between us. I sealed my mouth over his, coaxing his lips apart with my tongue, sipping up every whimper he gave me. Next time, I wanted him wearing that shiny pink gloss he’d had on earlier, but for now, I savored his unique, undisguised flavor.
I reluctantly set him down and we walked back toward the car. If it had been warmer, I would have loved getting lost in the woods with him, kissing him against a tree, maybe finding a hidden clearing where I could push him to his knees. We’d still do those things, but it would be in the privacy of a warm hotel room. “I have a room of my own because I have a work meeting tomorrow before the wedding. Once we get settled in, come and see me. Bring everything you’ll need to get ready for the rehearsal. We have a lot to discuss, and I don’t want to rush anything. You’ll only be going back to your room when I tell you to.”
“Yes, Sir.” Tanner gave me a mock salute and I smacked his ass. He startled and yelped, almost rolling his ankle before I caught him.
I held him tight, nipping at his neck before I whispered, “Not Sir. Daddy.”
His knees buckled as I opened the door. How in the hell was I supposed to focus on being a good best man to my friend, when all I could think about was the noises his little brother was going to make tonight when I got him alone?
6
Tanner
The momentthe resort came into view, I felt my stomach churning. Instead of thinking about what was about to happen, I clenched my eyes shut, desperate to hold on to the memory of Ryan’s hands on my ass as he gave me a gift I’d been dreaming of for what felt like forever. I knew he’d be a good kisser, but so soon after he’d asked me to call him Daddy and called me his sweet boy, I was done for. No one could ever reach into my soul the way he did.
I startled when Ryan took my hand. “I've got you, sweetheart. Don't let anything they say get to you.”
“Oh, they’re going to have plenty to say.” I waved a hand over my body. “I shouldn't have worn this today. They're going to give me shit for my makeup and the shoes. Deegan’s going to think I did it just to piss him off.”
And I had, but now I realized what a petty bitch I had been. Ryan—Daddy—was right. This was their weekend, and it was selfish of me to try to ruffle feathers. These were the times I needed someone to guide me. If he’d been my Daddy before now, he would have suggested I find a compromise that wouldn’t start a fight.
Ryan pulled to the side of the snow-covered drive, putting the car in park before unbuckling and sliding closer to me. “No matter what they have to say, remember that you agreed to be my boy for the weekend. Daddy is always right, and I think you look beautiful. Unless you packed a whole other wardrobe, there’s nothing you can do about what you’re wearing at this point, so I don’t want you sweating it. I’m here for you, boy.”
Boy.It always sounded condescending before, but I shivered at the affection in that simple word. It was a reminder that I was his, if only for a few days. And dammit all if that didn’t suck hairy balls.
I closed my eyes tighter, swallowing around the lump in my throat. Ryan had always been perfection in my mind, and I was glad I hadn’t explored these desires with anyone else. When he said he was there for me, there were no words to describe the feeling that washed over me. To me, Daddy had always been something you called a guy in bed when they were manhandling you. The reality was different.
Ryan made me feel safe, like I didn’t have to hide. I believed he wouldn’t let them make me feel bad for being myself.
I didn’t have to worry about saying or doing the wrong thing as long as I listened to what he told me to do. And bonus, he’d said good boys get rewards. I was down for a bit of positive reinforcement.
“What are you supposed to say?” Not giving a damn who might see us as they passed, Ryan nibbled my earlobe. “Because you’re new to this, I'll take it easy on you this time. The only correct answer is, thank you, Daddy.”
“Thank you…Daddy.” It seemed my dick was completely on board with thinking of him that way. I needed to calm down before we got out of the car, otherwise the entire family would have one more thing to hound me about, and I wasn't sure even Ryan could save me from their criticism over a poorly timed erection.
He rewarded me with another kiss, this time slipping a hand under the hem of the sweatshirt he’d loaned me. I didn’t want to give it back. If anyone asked about me wearing something that was obviously his, I’d admit to poor planning and tell them he’d taken pity on me. Ryan’s palm seared my stomach and had my dick ready to explode.
“Daddy, you have to stop that,” I complained, lifting my ass off the seat, desperate to feel his hand around my cock. That was, regretfully, something I’d still never experienced, and I wasn’t good about waiting, especially now that I knew I was his. “I don’t think there’s time for you to get me off before someone notices us sitting here.”
“Oh, and you think I’d let you come already?” I shuddered at the gravelly warning in his voice. “You don’t touch yourself until I give you permission. You’re going to wait until we’re alone and I can take my time with you. It’s only fair since you already know what I look like.”
No, it wasn’t fair at all. I knew what he looked like when he was in college. His body had filled out since then, and I’d seen just enough to know his chest had more than a light smattering of hair. I wanted to run my fingers through that hair while I used his pecs as a pillow.
Fuck. I wasn’t going to make it until tonight. Ryan pulled away and laughed.
“Stick close to me when we get to the lobby,” he reminded me as he pulled up in front of the valet stand. “Once we get our keys from Haley, we’ll plan the rest of the day.”
