“You wouldn’t even need to prep me.”
My head was doing that thing again, getting distracted by his bendy body and his willingness to submit, but I wanted our relationship to be about more than just sex.
“Straighten up for Daddy,” I told him gruffly, and when he did, I grabbed him around his slender waist and pulled him close to me, holding onto one of his hands as if we were slow dancing. “You know that I like you for more than just your looks and your sexy body and the way you turn me on so shamelessly.”
He ducked his head and glanced away. “I know.”
“Do you?” I asked and lifted his chin.
He nodded, eyes going soft and wide. “This is new for me, being wanted for more than just sex.”
“It might take some time for you to get used to it, but it’s true.”
He smiled while biting his lower lip. I placed one fingertip against his plush pout. “What have I told you about this?”
“You’re going to gag me, so I don’t bloody my lip.”
My cock twitched from the visual of a tearful Skylar on his knees, gagged and bound and completely under my control. “That’s right. Now, where did you get those boots?”
“Enid let me borrow them. Do you like them?” He bent one leg in a demure pose, and I recalled my sister rocking those bad boys back in the day. She was a real hellion when we were coming up, still was to be honest.
“They’re very sexy and your legs look amazing, but are you going to be able to work the floor all night in them?”
“I’m light on my feet,” he said with a wink.
My hand had somehow migrated to the cleft of his ass, digging inside his panties so that my finger hooked through the ring. Skylar melted in my arms, cooing softly as I manipulated the toy in and out, right up until the back door flung open and Frankie called out a greeting. I made us both presentable as Frankie and Frito rounded the corner, but our dueling erections gave us away. I told Skylar to go get his apron and tried to maintain a more professional mindset.
“Sup, cuz,” Frito said, eyes directed toward the bulge in my pants. “Sup, Skylar.”
“Hey, Frito,” Skylar called while on his way to the back. When he returned, the little black apron he wore was longer than his shorts, which made it look like he wasn’t wearinganything underneath. Gunther and Dorth were going to love that.
“Cute fit,” Frito said with an appraising look. “Boss is going to be messing up drinks all night.”
Skylar grinned and started helping Frankie take down the chairs, teetering on his platform boots and bending over in a way that had me thinking about his plugged hole and how quickly I could be inside him.
“So, how’s things?” Frito asked when Skylar was out of earshot.
“Well, I went looking for a love potion today.”
Frito’s loud guffaw caught Skylar’s attention and he glanced over, smiling at our exchange.
“You know we have a rule against slipping potions in people’s drinks,” Frito reminded me.
“Yeah, I quickly realized it was a terrible idea, so I’m switching to the old-fashioned method.”
“Which is?” Frito asked.
“Pining.”
Still chuckling, he slapped my back. “Just keep giving him that daily dose of vitamin D, cuz, and you’ll be right as rain.”
“I want this to be about more than sex,” I said to my cousin, just as I’d said to Skylar. I wantedeverythingfrom the fae. Wanted to put a ring on his finger and a bun in his oven, have him call me his husband in addition to his Daddy. But the last thing I wanted was to scare him off.
“You’ll get there. But good sex is a great place to start.”
Was it? Should I have tried dating Skylar before falling into bed with him? Courted him properly? Had we gone about this in the wrong way?
I kept my eye on my naughty boy throughout the rest of our shift and ended up having to give away more than a few wrong cocktails. At the end of the night when it was just the staff left at the bar with the karaoke machine still going, Skylar took the stage. As promised, he dedicated his song to me then sang a sweet, melancholy ballad about wild ponies running free in his deep, husky baritone, glancing over at me from time to time with a shy smile. He had an incredible talent that had been wasted in his hometown due to all those ridiculous rules about who could do what. Skylar shined on stage, practically incandescent at being allowed to sing from his soul. The fact that he was singing for me…
