“Okay, but can I start?” If I don’t get this out asap, I’ll lose my nerve. Also, I don’t know what Logan is planning to say, but I kind of want to make my case first, in case he’s planning to send me off for my own good.
He glances at his laptop, which is on the coffee table in front of the sofa—the sofa that we’ve done a lot of dirty things on this weekend—but nods. “Of course, Silas.”
I take a deep breath. Shit, I haven’t really thought about what to say or how to say it. “Um, so this weekend has been awesome and everything.”
Logan laces his fingers together and rests them in his lap. He looks up at me, standing in front of him, wearing his clothes that he dressed me in, and I want to crawl into his lap and let him say the hard things, but he’s been doing that for me the whole weekend and it’s my turn to man up here.
“I didn’t plan on anything more than a night with you when I came here.” I drag my hand through my hair, pushing it off my face. “Shit, I didn’t actually think you’d do anything with me. I kind of figured you’d pat me on the head, let me bitch a little about Lance, and send me home with some fatherly advice like it’ll get better and you’ll find someone new soon or whatever.”
Logan’s mouth twists into a half smile. “That’s probably what I should have done,” he says quietly, almost to himself. He drops his eyes to his hands in his lap and I see that his fingers are clenched around each other and his knuckles are turning white.
“But instead, you gave me the hottest, sexiest,” I let my voice drop to a whisper, “dirtiest weekend of kinky sex that I’ve ever had. And you didn’t even get to come when you finally fucked me.”
His eyes snap up to mine. “Oh, Silas, please tell me you haven’t been worrying about that. Orgasms are nice and all, but I promise you, that is not a problem.”
“What I’m saying,” I interrupt him. “Is that you’ve been taking care of me and prioritizing what I want the whole weekend and you deserve to have your needs met, too.”
“And that’s wonderful of you, sweetheart, but—”
“Are you going to let me finish?” I cross my arms over my chest.
Logan opens his mouth and then shuts it. He mimes zipping his lips closed with two fingers and re-laces his hands together in his lap.
“All right, then.” Now I do crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs and draping my arms over his shoulders. His hands hover on either side of me for a second before he carefully settles them on my hips. My dick, which had softened while I was talking, perks up at the nearness of Logan’s. I ignore it for now.
“I think I love you.” I say it quickly on an out breath. “I want you to be my Daddy for more than just this weekend. And also, you know…maybe, like, my boyfriend. I know it’ll be weird with Lance and everything, and maybe you don’t want to tell anyone about us, especially at work and everything, and I totally get that, but—”
Logan cuts me off when he tightens his arms and pulls me to him. He squeezes me against his chest tight enough that I can’t breathe, not to mention that my nose is smushed into his collarbone.
“Baby boy,” he whispers against the side of my head. “I love you too. More than you have any idea.”
I relax against him and his arms loosen enough that I can turn my head and breathe a little easier. I close my eyes and take in the scent of his skin behind his ear, the product he uses for his hair and beard, his laundry detergent.
He smells like home.
Twenty-Five
Logan
I don’t know how long I hold Silas. Long enough that my legs start to tingle from his weight in my lap, but I don’t care. He fits perfectly here and he’s agreed to be mine.
Silas’s weight settles even more and he sighs. I shift my legs a bit and jostle him. “You’re not falling asleep, are you?”
“No,” he murmurs sleepily.
“Don’t lie to me, boy,” I say, but I don’t put any command behind it and I can feel his lips curve into a smile against my neck.
I loosen my arms and tap his hip. “Come on, baby. There are still some things we need to talk about.”
He straightens up, shaking his head to wake himself up, his hair flopping around his face. “Oh. Right. What did you want to talk about?”
I give him a gentle push and he slides off my lap without complaint. “Let’s sit on the sofa.”
When we’re settled there next to each other, I pull my laptop closer and open the lid. I call up the two tabs in my browser I want him to see and swivel the laptop to him. I start with the bank website, logged into the account dashboard. “This is yours. The debit card will come in the mail in a couple days. It’s linked to my account for deposits, but you have full control of it to do with as you please.”
Silas’s mouth opens and he starts to say something, but I put my hand on his knee. “Give me a second, please? Trust me.”
He closes his mouth and nods, though he looks on the verge of protesting. I switch to the apartment listings. “I assumed you want to stay in Manhattan, but if you’d rather live in Brooklyn or one of the other boroughs, we can change the search locations.”
