“Please what? What do you want, boy?”
“Fuck me. Now.”
“I can, but I don’t have condoms here. Have you done any tests recently?”
“Yes. After we started…you know? It came back negative. I’m good to go.”
“And when were you going to tell your Daddy this?”
“N-Now?”
I nibbled at his leg and spread them wider. “Well, I did the same with the same results. So?”
“Yes. Do it. I need you. Now.”
I slid the head of my cock back and forth along his taint. He wasn’t open enough, and I didn’t have lube either. That was a no-go. “Fuck. Next time.”
“N-Next? No, Daddy!”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I will always take care of you, Gilly.” I gazed at his gorgeous body, and no matter how sexy and beautiful it was, it was what he had inside that made him precious to me. “I love you, Gilly.”
He sat up. “Really?”
“How could you doubt me?”
He rolled his eyes and wound his hands behind my neck, tugging at the hair on my nape. “I love you too. But I’m so…horny.”
“Me too.” I pressed him back to the floor, taking his cock in my mouth, and slid a finger inside his hole, fucking him with it as I sucked him. Hitting his prostate wasn’t difficult and sent him chasing an orgasm. When he came, I swallowed it all.
As he came down, I held him tight, telling him what a good boy he was and how much Daddy loved him. “Daddy. What about you?”
“Do you want to take care of Daddy?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Such a sweet, thoughtful boy.”
I raised up and leaned over him, sliding inside his open mouth. He sucked my cock like it was one of his binkies, and it only took me a moment to fall over the cliff, coming down his throat.
We cuddled together on the floor until it became uncomfortable and a little cold. Sluggishly, we hauled our tired asses upstairs, and I made a wish to whatever deity might listen to never let this end. I hoped I’d have this sweet boy as mine forever.
21
GILLY
I wanted to do this the right way, so I set up an appointment to present the offer to Uncle Clay, and I invited Nate to come along. That was for both moral support and because Nate knew this proposal inside out and could help answer anything I didn’t know.
We walked up to the front door instead of the garage, and I rang the bell. My hand was shaking, which was stupid. This was my uncle, and he’d always been there for me since I was a kid. He painstakingly taught me how to paint and run the business, and he’d done all of that with patience, love, and kindness. The worst-case scenario would be that he decided not to go through with it. And if that was the case, I’d go back to the drawing board. He could say yes or ask for changes and make suggestions which I’d fully anticipated.
He answered the door. “There’s my favorite nephew.”
“Uncle Clay, I’m your only nephew.”
“True. Still my favorite. Come in, please.” He opened the door, and Nate let me enter first with his reassuring hand at the smallof my back. He was there, beside me, guiding and loving me, which I needed now more than ever.
“And who do we have here? This must be the Nate I’ve heard all about?” He stuck his hand out for Nate to shake.
“Yes. Nate Marshall. Nate, this is my uncle Clay Bateman, owner of Bateman Painting.”
