"There it is," I said, and started to move.
I was not kind about it. He didn't want kind. My boy wanted to be mine, to be thoroughly fucked. And I gave him all of it. I kept one hand at his hip and the other braced above his head, while I watched his face the whole time, cataloguing every expression, every sound he couldn't hold back. The whimper when I changed the angle. The way his mouth dropped open when I found what I was looking for and didn't let up. His hands fisting in the sheets.
"Daddy, please, I need?—"
"I know what you need."
"Then give it to me."
"Trust me." I pressed my forehead to his. "Let me."
He went quiet. Quit fighting it. And I took him apart the rest of the way without rushing, until there was no room left for doubt of how much I loved him. No doubt of how deeply he was mine.
When he finally came it was with my name on his lips. I followed him over the edge not long after, one hand cradling the back of his head.
After,Pip lay sprawled across my chest in a way that suggested he had no intention of moving for the foreseeable future.
"So," he said, eventually. His voice still had that soft, worn quality. "We're doing this."
"We've been doing this."
"No, I mean the other thing. The Daddy thing. We're making it official. Like other people can know."
"Did you need a formal announcement?"
He pinched my side. I caught his wrist.
"Yes," I said. "We're making it official."
He was quiet for a moment. Then, in a tone he was clearly trying to keep casual, he said "And you're okay with it. You actually want them to. It's not just for me."
I turned my head to look at him. He was watching me sideways, doing a poor job of pretending he wasn't braced for the answer.
"Pip." I brought his knuckles to my mouth. "I don’t ever do things I don’t want to. Not in my personal life. I don’t care who knows what you are to me. I do think we have to focus on getting Pharrell and Ricardo back in order before we do, but I’m not hiding my feelings.”
He settled back against my chest. A minute passed, quiet and warm.
"Daddy," he said, like he was just letting it exist in the air between us.
"Yes, baby," I said, equally quiet.
He didn't say anything else. But his hand, resting over my sternum, pressed down just slightly like he was checking that I was real.
I covered it with mine and let him.
CHAPTER 16
Pip
I'd livedout of a duffel bag for the better part of two decades, moving from city to city, job to job, never staying long enough to accumulate more than the essentials. Weapons, clothes, fake IDs. Everything I owned could fit in the trunk of a car with room to spare.
So when the moving company called to confirm delivery of my storage unit contents, I'd almost told them not to pack it up.
Almost.
But Henny had looked at me with those dark eyes and said, "You're staying. You should have your things here."
Like it was obvious. Like of course I'd want my belongings in his space.
