A few moments later, Ty joins me, completely naked. His face is pink from being washed. I run my approving gaze over his body. He does the same to me, the lust in his eyes deepening as he does so. I can’t deny that his stare makes me feel sexy.
“You’re wearing too much, Daddy.” He sighs.
“You want me to take my clothes off?”
“Mm. It would be nice to fall asleep next to a sexy, naked Daddy.”
I cross over to him, put my hands on his bare hips, and pull him so his chest is pressed to mine. “I’d like that too.” I put my fingertips under his chin and tilt it up. “You’re gorgeous. I’m looking forward to falling asleep with you.”
“And then we’ll have fun in the morning?”
“Lots of fun.”
He smiles brightly, lighting up the room.
I do what I’ve been dying to do since we met on the sidewalk outside the Empire State Building: I kiss him. His lips are warm and supple. He parts them, allowing me to dip my tongue into his welcoming mouth. I deepen the kiss, and he whimpers and moans in response. We wrap our arms around each other, drawing into a tight embrace. My cock hardens, and his erection presses against me. If only he weren’t so tired. I’d love to take him right now. But he is, so I won’t.
“Get into bed, baby,” I order. “I’ll join you in a minute. We’ll get some sleep and pick this back up in the morning.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”
I let him go, and watch as he crawls into bed and snuggles beneath the comforter. The flashes of color in his dark hair remind me of the Northern Lights. His eyelids are already heavy, but he stares at me as I leave the room and head to the bathroom.
By the time I return, he’s asleep. Smiling, I get into bed beside him, kiss his forehead, turn out the light, and then draw him into my arms. He mumbles something before snuggling against me, his breath warm on my shoulder. He really is a sweet boy.
Chapter Seven
Tyler
I must still be on UK time, because I wake up before it’s light. I’m in Emmet’s arms. He’s snoring softly. His chin rests against my forehead, his beard tickling my skin pleasantly. I snuggle closer to him, close my eyes, and try to go back to sleep. I manage it. Sort of. I sleep in fits and starts, or maybe I’m only dozing, in that half-awake state where snippets of dreams can still reach me. In the end, though, I give up and sneak away to the bathroom, where I shower and, using the kit I picked up at the pharmacy yesterday, douche. I brush my teeth, and, pink and warm from the shower, I return to the bedroom. I’m not sure why, but I decide it’s a great time to check my phone. I have a text from Rett.
Rett:
Just making sure you’re okay. Are you staying out with your new Daddy?
Crap, he sent it lastnightafter I fell asleep. I hope he hasn’t been worrying. I send a reply.
Me:
I’m fine. I’m at Emmet’s. I fell asleep on him. Jetlag! He’s been the perfect gentleman.
He replies almost right away, which either means hewasworrying or my text woke him up. Double crap.
Rett:
Glad you’re okay.
Me:
Sorry for worrying you. I should have messaged last night.
Rett:
No worries. Have fun. We’ll see you when you come back for clean clothes.
He adds a winky face at the end of his message, which makes me feel a little better. I put my phone in the pocket of my jeans and then crawl back into bed with Emmet.
“Mmm, coconut,” he murmurs.
