“Do you know what it means to have a daddy?”
“I’d like to find out. Would you be willing to show me,Daddy?”
Patrick needed to stop this, or he’d be doing something inappropriate and getting banned from his favourite coffee shop.
“It’s not a one-night thing, Jason.”
Patrick was careful not to call himboybecause if Jason reacted positively to that, Patrick’s restraint would snap.
“Is that what you’re looking for? Another relationship?”
“I don’t know about that. It’s not been long since my husband died.”
Jason’s eyes were full of warmth. This young manfascinated Patrick. There were so many layers to him. Why Patrick had put a downer on things by talking about his dead husband, he wasn’t sure, but with Jason, he didn’t feel right holding anything back.
“I can’t even imagine what that must feel like. Charlie said he was young.”
“Thirty.”
“That’s not much older than me. Makes you think, doesn’t it?”
Patrick wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he just nodded.
“Have you been with anyone else since?”
Patrick shook his head. It hadn’t felt right to be with another man, he’d feel like he was cheating, but Jason called to a deeper part of Patrick. He didn’t see Jason as just someone he wanted to fuck.
“Would you not like some help in relieving that tension?” asked Jason, his fingertips slowly caressing Patrick’s thigh.
This boy was going to be the death of him. It was clear Jason was used to getting what he wanted, but Patrick didn’t want him in that way. Oh, he definitely wanted that body under him, begging for release with Patrick edging him for hours, but he wanted more as well. One night would not be enough, and he knew Jason was carrying a lot of burdens. His vulnerability called to Patrick like a siren song.
“Can I take you out for dinner, Jason?”
He looked momentarily surprised, but recovered quickly. The smile was back, and the outward confidence he wore was like a shield.
“I think you’re looking for more than a night of fun, aren’t you,Daddy?”
“I don’t think one night would be enough with you,boy.”
Jason’s pupils expanded, and Patrick noticed his body react. He wanted it, but something was holding him back.
“I don’t do repeats,” said Jason. “I wouldn’t want to lead you on.”
“That’s a shame, but I appreciate your honesty.”
Jason picked up his coffee. They’d got takeaway cups, not knowing how long they’d be here. Jason leaned forward so Patrick could feel his breath on his ear.
“When you feel ready to use this body to take out all your frustrations, you have my number. I’ll be such a goodboyfor you,Daddy!”
Oh. My. Fucking. God!
Jason smiled and kissed Patrick on the cheek before he turned on his heels and walked out. Patrick caught Maria’s eye, and she was laughing – bitch! Patrick was sure he’d stopped breathing when Jason said that to him. He needed to get back to the office and find a distraction that would stop him from making that call immediately. Part of him wanted to chase Jason down the street now and drag him into the nearest hotel. He had to get those thoughts out of his head, though. The connection he felt for Jason already went deeper, and if the boy was only offering one night, Patrick wasn’t going to set himself up for probable heartbreak.
CHAPTER 4
JASON
It was Jason’s favourite time of the year – Pride month! It was also his birthday month. Yes, he was one of those people. His birthday fell on a Friday this year, but it was the night before London Pride, so he was planning a quiet night, much to the shock of all his brothers. They had assumed they were in for two nights of drinking in a row. Gregory had mentioned “preparing his liver” – whatever that meant.
