Page 9 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

“Oh…so he’s just earned a reputation, then. But yeah, he likes to have a good time. Not that I’m not a powerbottom, but I haven’t been with anyone in a while. Not feeling too confident since my breakup with a douchebag extraordinaire. Oh, I shouldn’t say that. You might know him.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m new to town.”

“That’s probably why you needed me to point the way back here last night. Yeah, found out he was a cheating cheater with this other guy who’s so much hotter than me, but also the same type as me. My upgrade—a twunk.” As the waffle maker light came on, I flipped it and added, “TMI. Sorry. I just…I saw him last night, so it worked all this up, and I’ve been…”

“You’re sad.”

I turned to him, saw the sympathy in his expression. I nodded, hanging my head.

I chastised myself as I returned to making waffles. I didn’t need to be spilling my guts to this guy. He was beautiful and waytoo attractive to be here with me, and if I wasn’t careful, I was gonna wind up scaring him off.

But as I tried to keep my mouth shut, we continued in silence until I finished with the waffles. After I plated them and set them before him, I settled on the stool adjacent to his.

“I’m sorry Cheating Cheater Douchebag Extraordinaire hurt you,” he said, and it was nice hearing someone else call him that for a change.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure you’ve had your share of bad relationships.”

“Yes, I broke up recently, and she was not happy about it.”

“She? Are you bi?”

“What is that exactly?”

I was sure he’d misheard me. “Bisexual. Into guys and girls?”

“Oh, mating,” he clarified.

“Mating? Oh my God. You look like you’re in your thirties, but you keep sayingmating. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone call it that. Maybe in Bio 101. So, who do you prefer to mate with, Daddy?”

“Whoever I can impregnate.”

I snickered. “Well, you can impregnate me anytime, Daddy.”

I forked out the waffle in the maker, noticing he wasn’t laughing at that, and as I glanced back at him, his gaze on me was so intense, something feral about it, that it got my ass a little twitchy. A shame, as I wasn’t sure I was good for a morning fuck.

“You would like to be impregnated?” he asked, as if he were totally serious.

Kinky fucker.

Although, I couldn’t laugh at that because it was hot as hell, the idea of this big man breeding my ass. I swallowed as we locked gazes.

“I do like a good breeding,” I said playfully, my cheeks catching fire, then had to look away like the fucking coward I am.But I could still feel his gaze boring into me. This guy had some kind of power over me, and I liked it. “Well, you’re averyhot guy,” I admitted. “I’m sure a lot of guys would like to be bred by you.”

I needed to get out of this awkwardness, so I pulled out my phone and keyed in to Maps. But before I could do anything else, Daddy seized my wrist. I nearly jumped out of my stool as our eyes locked. His were wide, terror-struck. He shook his head, glaring at my phone as if it were a bomb.

“Um…”

5

DADDY

Adrenaline coursed throughthis body as I feared the worst for Twink. Now that my translation decoder had kicked in—with some glitches, it seemed, and I was only able to access the auditory component—I understood what he’d been saying during our initial interaction, and then this morning, I could tell he was a good member of his species, who didn’t deserve to be controlled by Chelsea.

As I held his wrist, I sensed his fear, but my desire to protect him was all-consuming. I also knew I couldn’t disclose the nature of my intervention. Chelsea would likely hear and find a way of reporting me to a larger system that might have to come in and ensure I too became their captive. And who knew what the consequences would be for Twink?

He stared at me, the rising intensity within him and the slight tremble in his body making me hate myself for evoking his fear responses. I was half-tempted to snatch the device from him and destroy it so it couldn’t harm him anymore, though not understanding the technology, my fears were multifold—some larger system could recognize that it had been destroyed and send security to ensure Twink wouldn’t escape its grip. Or it could have some link within him that would detonate if he questioned its authority. Whatever had led to his dependency on the device, I would have to find a way to destroy it without putting him at risk.

I caressed his wrist with my thumb, hoping to assure him I didn’t mean any harm. His cheeks turned the perfect shade ofpink, lighting something in me that had only intensified since he’d admitted he was fertile. Our gazes locked once again.