“It’s already getting late in the day.”
He snapped out of the comfort glazed-over daze, grabbing at the duvet and pillows to find his phone. “What time?”
“Ten, it’s still the morning,” I said, raising my brows. “I’ll make coffee. I’ve got one of those fancy pod machines.”
Kalen found his phone on the nightstand and looked at it. There was a sadness there on his face. “I—” He puffed out all the air in his lungs it seemed. “I thought my mom might’ve called or texted.”
“Is that concerning?”
He shrugged. “I really don’t know.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the side of his leg under the duvet. “We can go check on her,” I said. “I can have Roland ready the car in fifteen.”
“I—” He sucked in deep this time.
It must’ve been a huge adjustment waking up here. I know it had been for me, and I’d managed to beat all my nerves to submission through cleaning. “I’ll make coffee,” I said. “I don’t know what all the pods are, but I’ve got red, I’ve got green, there’s a yellow pod. So take your pick.”
He continued to stare at his phone, breaking concentration for a moment to smile at me. “Whichever has the most caffeine.”
“The red,” I said with a nod. “Should I leave you or—”
Kalen looked serious for a moment, then offered me another smile. “We could go check on her together,” he said. “Besides, you should both probably meet. That way—” He chuckled.
“That way what?”
“That way if you ever turn on me, she knows who it was,” he said, and while it felt like a half joke, I knew there was a serious undertone.
“Great,” I said, stroking my hand up his leg, way under the duvet it was consumed by. “Because I’d love to meet her, and that way if anything happens to me, she knows you tried to turn me in and the claims wouldn’t stick because I’m obviously not a criminal.” I tickled him into a submission of laughter, forcing him onto his back as I bounced onto the bed and straddled his naked body. I could’ve looked for all his soft tickle spots, but we really couldn’t spend the day in bed—in fact, today was going to be hectic. I’d have to leave him with his mom and we probably wouldn’t see each other until tomorrow.
“Depends on what your definition of criminal is,” he said as I applied just a little amount of my weight on his chest.
“Define criminal,” I said, my thumb under his lip, parting them for him to speak. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”
Kalen’s smile was infectious—that should’ve been criminal. “A criminal is someone who’s committed a crime, or been convicted of a crime,” he said. “And you—” He snorted. “Well, I don’t know because I couldn’t find any information on you.”
I let up on him, pulling away and swinging a leg over to the other side of the bed. “See, I’m not a—”
Kalen tackled me with the same move, but completely naked, it wasn’t a show of strength or intimidation. If anything, I could see how my actions had given him a boner, as he sat with his balls and dick on my chest. “You wanna play?”
“I thought you only liked to play when you were—”
“Daddy.” He rocked himself on my chest, his hard cock nearly between my pecs. “I wanna play.”
“Twenty minutes,” I said.
Kalen’s hungry eyes practically told me he only needed ten.
12. KALEN
Our bodies were exhausted after rolling around on the bed for ten minutes. Rocco, a.k.a. Daddy, was stretching me and moving my body around into all different shapes as he found the best pulse point for his cock to penetrate me from. And afterwards, I lay in his arms like he was a big novelty Valentine’s teddy, except with a set of heavy balls that kept his soft cock pushed out.
“We might’ve gone over,” he whispered as his hand stroked soft skin-to-skin electricity down my back. “Hope that woke you up.”
“I’m gonna still need that coffee,” I said, kissing him.
My entire body had never wanted someone as much as it wanted Rocco. It had never craved another person quite like it did him. I didn’t know when it had started. The first shift at Palazzo, the time he found me in the market with my mom, or maybe it was when he cuffed me to a wall in his apartment. There was something feral about him, but also trained. It was impossible for me not to analyze everything, my brain didn’t know how to stop—except when I was regressed and little, and that wasn’t happening often.
We showered, got dressed, and had our coffee in mugs that he needed to unpack from their Ikea set. Apparently, he’d only been using one this entire time, and now I was here he needed the second.
