Page 13 of A Daddy to Love

If Truce told me to do something, I knew I would jump and say yes. Truce was my bait. I couldn’t deny he was what I wanted.

Go slow.

Truce’s friends started taking off one by one. The one I learned was called Luke left with Kimmie to go dance. Kimmie was over the moon.

“Do you want to dance?” Truce asked.

“No. I like sitting here with you.” I realized how selfish that sounded. “I mean, if you want to, then yes.”

“It’s so loud downstairs we wouldn’t get to keep talking so much.”

“That’s true.” I reached out nervously to pet Pinkster.

We talked more but I couldn’t remember all of it. My mind was awhirl with so many feelings crowded at once.

Truce kept scooting his chair closer and closer to me until our knees touched, then our thighs.

“So, you think you want to give it a try?”

I couldn’t quite put his words in context while thinking about how warm his thigh was and what it might feel like to have him touch me in other places. “Uh, try what?”

Truce cupped my cheek, his fingertips gently rubbing the hair at my temple. “You and me. Me being your daddy. We could try it out. For a while. I’d like to try that with you. What do you think?”

I started to choke. My body wanted to jump and dance and explode all at once.

Truce gently patted my back. “Are you okay? Do you need some water?”

I put my hand over my mouth. “No.”

“Am I moving too fast?”

My eyes got hot and stinging. “No. But for reals? You want to be my daddy?”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I—I don’t know.”

“Give me a chance to make you believe.”

I blinked rapidly. “Yes… yes, sir. I want that.”

“Great. I’d love to take you out tomorrow night. For a really nice dinner. How does that sound.”

“It sounds amazing.” Before I realized it, I blurted, “I can pay.”

“Oh no. Daddy pays.”

I should have been even more worried. What would he do after he paid and found out my secret? Maybe I wouldn’t have to tell him. Maybe we could have our experimental daddy/little time without me bringing him home. And if it didn’t work out, I’d be in the clear. But if it did work out…. Well, he might be mad but I didn’t have to think about that right now.

I grabbed my drink and started to gulp it. It was something for my hands and mouth to do.

Truce took it from me and set it aside. “That’s enough for now. That was about half of it in two seconds. Good, right?”

“It’s like a chocolate shake.”

“You liked it?”

“Mm.” I rubbed my stomach. “Thank you for the drink, sir.”