I grabbed his jaw and leaned closer. “Nothing smart to say?”
He shook his head.
“Of course not. You’re a brat.” With that, I brushed my lips to his, and he started chewing quickly. I laughed under my breath. “You’re not saying a damn word, boy.” I took the popcorn from him and dropped the bag on the coffee table. Then I crawled over him, enjoying the rush of possessiveness that came over me. The urge to claim and own. “Let me give you a second try. Am I Grumpypants? Just nod or shake your head.”
He bit his lip and quickly shook his head.
I couldn’t get over how gorgeous he was. Those eyes, man. The freckles, the crooked grin, and the mischief written all over him.
“Who am I, then?” I murmured.
He squirmed and shivered underneath me, and he snuck his fingers to my jaw. I’d discovered he liked running his fingertips over my scruff.
“I don’t want to rush you. If you’re not ready?—”
“You’re my Daddy,” he whispered.
Fucking hell.
I got caught in his gaze, seeing the vulnerability there, the trepidation, the hope, the need, and the sweet affection.
A flurry of sensations swirled through me. I grinned quickly, only to be wrestled down by nerves and the sheer gravity of the situation. It was a title that came with responsibilities and a new world of possibilities.
“Say it again,” I whispered back.
He smiled a little wider and placed his hands along my cheeks. “You’re my Daddy.”
Damn fucking right.
I dipped down and kissed him slowly. “One day soon, I’m gonna take every inch of your little body, sweetheart.”
He sucked in a breath and locked his arms around my neck. “I want that so much.”
“Me too.” I kissed him deeper, tasting him, feeling him underneath me… “If James is lucky, he can watch.”
I felt James’s eyes on me every day at work. He was waiting. I hadn’t even touched him yet, but fuck if I didn’t want to get him down on his knees before me. To see what made him tick, to get a sense of which buttons I could push, and to expose the darkest corners of his mind.
Jordan moaned and tried to pull me down on him, but we knew how that would go. We’d both end up frustrated as fuck, and while I could take it, it was unfair to him. I just had this mental—and physical—block that wouldn’t let me take things too far. I couldn’t, and I didn’t want to. Not yet. Not until I knew where Nathan stood. So I slowed things down and inched away a bit.
“No, not yet,” Jordan whimpered. “Please, Daddy.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I couldn’t fucking describe what it did to me when I heard him call me Daddy. It was as if, all of a sudden, I was ten feet tall, armed to my teeth to protect, and ready to build him a blanket fort all at once.
“Mmm, remember what I said we’d do before James got here?” I forced myself to ease back altogether. Jordan looked down between us and licked his lips. “You were gonna show Daddy your homework,” I told him.
It was part of our getting to know each other’s desires and boundaries better.
“Ohhhh,” he whined and rolled toward the table. He reached for his little notebook. I’d gotten it for him the other day so he could keep everything in one place. It went without saying that it had little birds on it. “Okay. But don’t forget we’re gonna make James jealous, all right?”
I chuckled and sat down again. “I won’t forget.”
The only rule I’d given James was that if nobody answered the door when he knocked, he should use the spare key I’d given him.
He’d accepted the key with embarrassment, awkwardness, and desire written all over him.
Feeling too uncomfortable in jeans, I pushed them down and kicked them off. Then I hauled my tee over my head too.
