“You are too cute.”
A large grin spreads across his lips, but he doesn’t remove his thumb.
Rory hasn’t spoken since he called me Daddy when I first got here. I wonder if he goes someplace in his head that helps keep him safe.
Deciding to ask some more questions later, I pull open the top drawer and find all kinds of pajamas, but none of them are going to be warm enough for my rabbit, so I dig a little deeper and find a flannel set. Once I pull them out, I see that there are a few dildos of various colors and sizes hidden underneath.
For a second, my brain freezes. Does he use them on himself? I bet he’d look so hot fucking himself. I wonder if he needs them because he’s too scared for sex after the attack or is it just something he likes to use? If it’s because of Chad, I will literallytear him a new one. I take a moment to calm my raging anger and grab him some pajamas with puppies wearing party hats.
“Rory?” He looks at me and then blushes when he sees what I’m holding. “Would you like me to put this on you?” He nods but then covers his face with a pillow. I chuckle lightly. “It’s okay, little rabbit. No need to be ashamed.”
Moving back to the bed, I gently remove the pillow.
“Let me take care of you.” He nods, so I grab his underwear and slide it up his long slim legs. When I get to his half-hard dick, I’m not sure what to do. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. Rory just giggles and pulls them up over his dick.
“Don’t laugh at Daddy,” I tease gently and pull his pants on next. “Alright. Sit up.” I grab his wrists and pull him to a sitting position before I put his shirt on. “And there you are.” I kiss his nose when his head pops through. He smiles again, and his thumb goes right back into his mouth. I move to get off the bed, and he grabs me. The fear in his eyes that I’m going to leave him breaks my heart. “Don’t worry, rabbit. I’m just getting ready for bed.” He blinks and then lets me go. I start to get undressed but then pause because I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable. “Sorry, my clothes are all wet. Would it be okay if I take them off before crawling into bed?”
Rory’s head bobs up and down so fast I laugh.
“Careful, rabbit, or you’ll rattle your brain.” He stops and just stares at me, so I don’t waste time and unbutton my shirt. I pause for a minute before deciding that my absorption shirt is soaked too, so I need to take it off. I pumped earlier, so I should be okay until the morning.
Rory seems to appreciate the view. The way his eyes roam over my body makes me feel more powerful than I have in years.
This boy wants me.
Not to brag, but everyone wants me. I’m rich, powerful, and a total beefcake. Tag’s words, not mine. But there’s something about Rory’s eyes on me.
When my hands move to open my fly, Rory leans forward, and I have to hide my grin. I push them down and then turn to put them on the chair in the corner. I hear his sharp inhale when I bend over, so I flex my cheeks.
He’s practically drooling as he watches me with hungry eyes when I step up to the side of the bed.
“Scoot over.” I lift the covers and lie down next to him, but Rory’s as stiff as a board. “Is it alright if I snuggle you?” His hands clench into tight fists at his sides, but he nods, so I lie down flat and pull him into my side gently. His hand on my stomach twitches like he’s afraid of where to put it. I kiss it softly and place it over my heart. His small fingers wiggle, and I can tell he’s itching to explore.
“You can touch me,” I offer. He doesn’t do it right away, but then his warm, soft hand starts below my pecs and moves up into my chest hair. His fingers tickle and explore my chest and stomach until I can’t take the teasing anymore. I grab his hand and hold it up to my lips. “I think that’s enough for tonight.” He whines, and I give both of his hands a kiss. “If you get a good night’s sleep, we can talk about it in the morning.” He pouts but calms when I pull him up even farther so he’s half on top of me.
Rory doesn’t even hesitate. He rests his head on my chest and nuzzles into my hair. I can’t help but laugh when a cute little sneeze escapes him.
“Bless you.”
He just nuzzles closer.
Sighing with contentment, I wrap my arm around him.
It’s nice to know that I’m giving him comfort.
Me, a mob boss, comforting someone.
If the Hellhounds could see me now.
18
RORY
He’s here.
He’s really here.
I was pretty sure I was seeing things because I was so sleep-deprived.
