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“I’m a web designer, specialized in building e-commerce websites,” he added quickly.
Jack frowned as he checked his watch. “It’s past ten. You don’t have to be at work on time?”
Thank fuck he’d let that older men remark slide. “Nah. I’m self-employed, so I make my own hours.”
“Gotcha. I work on a six weeks on, two weeks off schedule. Just got back Friday.”
“Do you work in one place?” George asked, then shoveled another mouthful of the omelet into his mouth. That thing tasted good.
“No, we have projects that range anywhere from a few weeks to a whole year. Right now, I’m mostly working in Canada and Alaska, but come winter, we’ll head south.”
Jack’s body made a whole lot more sense now too. Those muscles had been built with hard work, not in the gym.
George took a careful sip of the juice, surprised when it wasn’t quite as foul as he’d feared. Tasty was still a ways off, but he could get it down. He took a deep breath and gulped it down. “There. Omelet and juice done. Now can I have bacon?”
“May I please have bacon?” Jack corrected him, using that stern voice again that reached so deep inside George. It made him squirm, and yet it felt so good, but in, like, a naughty way. Like he was a bad boy who was being disciplined by his…
Oh, he really needed to cut that shit out. What was it with him and his sudden Daddy obsession? He’d better make a joke of it before Jack would get all weirded out.
“Yes, Daddy,” he said teasingly, but the look in Jack’s eyes wasn’t that of a man who responded to a joke. Jack wasn’t laughing at all. His eyes were on fire, as if he wanted to devour George. What the hell was happening?
7
Two words. George had spoken two words, but they had had an impact, unlike anything Jack had ever experienced before. Oh, he'd had a few boys call him Daddy, but that had been in the bedroom, clearly part of the sexual dynamics. This was different. George might have meant it as a joke—in fact, Jack would bet good money on that—but it certainly didn't feel that way to Jack. To his heart.
A downside of being as big and rough as he was, was that people often assumed he was just as hard and tough on the inside. Spoiler alert: he wasn't. He'd long been aware that underneath his bear body hid a large heart. A vulnerable one. He'd done his best to hide it, knowing that the one-night stands and hookups he engaged in had no room for feelings.
But again, this felt different, even though it shouldn't be. Technically, George was still a hookup. They’d had sex within hours after meeting. Really, really hot and dirty sex, but their encounter hadn’t been anything more than a sexual release. At least, not on the surface. Granted, he didn't usually invite his hookups to spend the night, but that had happened out of necessity. George had been dead on his feet, about to pass out, so sending him home would've been cruel and careless. Jack liked to think he was neither.
It didn't explain why his emotions had gotten involved, though. And they were. He’d let out instincts he’d always kept hidden, knowing damn well they were out of place on the morning after a fantastic bout of sex. Encouraging George to eat his veggies? Correcting his language? Why the hell had he allowed himself to show that side of him? He should’ve kept it to himself.
If he had, George would never have spoken those two simple words, and they would never have hit him that deeply, accidentally affirming the truth he'd long been fighting. He wanted to be a Daddy. Or maybe he already was. He wasn't exactly sure how that worked. Were you a Daddy if you'd never had a boy? Semantics. The bottom line was that he finally had to face the truth. He wanted to be some boy’s Daddy. And if he were very, very honest, which in itself was scary as hell, he’d have to admit that he wanted to be George's Daddy.
It made zero sense. How could he want to be somebody's Daddy when he didn't even know the guy? They had met not even twelve hours before, so how could he be spinning daydreams about a future with him? Ridiculous. He’d thought that at his age, with his sexual history, he would know better. But nope, his mind and his heart were in agreement for once.
"Did I say something wrong?" George asked hesitantly.
"No. Yes. I mean, no. Of course not."
"Yeah, with all due respect, but that didn't really help clear things up. I'm sorry if the Daddy thing offended you. I just blurted it out. I wasn't thinking."
"I'm not offended."
George cocked his head, studying him. "Pardon me for saying so, but you did seem to react rather strongly to those words."
Jack took a deep breath. "I did, but that had nothing to do with you. Well, it had, I suppose, but not directly." He laughed when his own confusing words registered. "That's not helping, is it? Give me a moment to gather my thoughts, would you?"
"Sure. In the meantime, I'll have some more of that omelet. And the bacon I’ve earned."
He transferred two pieces of bacon to his plate and another slice of the omelet, which made Jack happy on a level that confused him even more. Why on earth would he be happy when George was eating well? Why would that matter to him? It wouldn't, and it shouldn't, not unless…
Not unless George meant something more to him than just a hookup. Which brought him right back to his previous line of thought and the conclusion that he seemed to be going in circles. So where was the way out? What was the bottom line?
"Do you have experience with Daddies?" he asked, hoping that while George answered, he’d have some more time to think.
George nodded, chewing furiously. "One of my best friends is a Daddy. He's nauseatingly happy with his boy."
"Is he older than you?"
