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“Eh…it’s not totally negative. Drew’s team is still working on it. They’re the best. So, hang in there.” Ward was Drew’s best friend, or vice versa. In any event, Ward and Jax held Drew and his team in high esteem. That included Quinn, who worked for Drew’s firm.
“Thanks,” I said, knowing they were all trying to help. But I wasn’t sure if any of it mattered. “I have to go play good son. I’ll call you later, Jax.” I gave him a hug before I left.
I needed to go ahead and take Drew’s advice. I called an Uber to take me to the apartment in Seminole Heights, then texted Quinn with the address, asking him to come over. Fuck my father. If I was going to be stuck there, I wasn’t going to be stuck alone.
After checking in at the front desk to get the key, I circled around until I found the apartment. It was full of boxes, but at least the furniture had been put in the right place, so I had my little round table in the breakfast nook and my leather couch and matching recliner in the living room though they seemed too big for the smaller space. They’d even hung my TV and, turning it on, had hooked up cable, but I didn’t have any of the streaming channels. My room had more boxes, but the bed was set up there. I needed to find sheets. I did have my priorities.
The new phone was on the breakfast bar along with the key to the car, reminding me that my father had spare keys. He could use them to enter my life any time he wanted. Ugh! That was the worst thing. Thankfully, he couldn’t get in at Todd’s apartment, but here? Yeah, everything was up for inspection. I couldn’t keep anything meaningful here without it being confiscated.
By the time I made up the bed and started organizing the boxes, Quinn knocked on the door.
We spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the couch. I added Netflix and logged into my account, which was thankfully still valid, so we could watch movies. The unpacking was totally forgotten—hadn’t wanted to do it anyway. And again, Quinn gave me what I truly needed—comfort.
I sighed, content as he rubbed my shoulder. “You okay, pup?”
“Yes and no.” That seemed to be my answer more often than not lately. “Ugh. I hate this place. I hate being controlled. It chafes.”
“I know.” He kissed my cheek. “We’re working on it.”
“I know, and I couldn’t be more grateful, but it still sucks. And Christmas is totally ruined.” I snuggled deeper into his chest, chasing the solace he offered there. “I have to go to my parents. I normally enjoy this time of year. But now? I can’t find anything to be happy about.”
“What about me?”
I turned and cupped his sweet face. “You are the exception, for sure. But I won’t be able to get you anything or spend the day with you.” Stretching up, I kissed him softly on the lips.
“Baby, you don’t have to get me anything or spend time with me. Text me to let me know you’re thinking of me, and I’ll text back with something dirty to make you smile.”
I chuckled, but it barely hid the tears that threatened. I needed this man in my life. Needed the stability he seemed to provide. He was a solid anchor to chain my heart to while the rest of my life flew apart.
It wasn’t surprising that he pulled me close and kissed me softly. It was his nature to take care of me, and I wanted to let him. I slipped my tongue between his lips, increasing our heat level as we chased each other’s tongues. Quinn slid his hand up my shirt, sliding it across the bare skin of my back and sending chills down my spine. “Are you cold, puppy?” Quinn asked as I shivered.
“No, daddy. You gave me chills.” I shook again to demonstrate, and it made Quinn chuckle.
Quinn slid a hand to my stomach. “Let’s see if we can do it again.” He unbuttoned my pants.
“Yeah, that would do it.” We shuffled around so he could get my jeans and briefs shoved down off of my hips, then he gripped my cock and stroked.
“How about that?”
“Yes, daddy.” Calling him that during sex was an unexpected turn-on, but we both enjoyed it. My brain threatened to shut down at the pleasure Quinn created by rubbing me, but I knew if I let him, he’d make me come and walk away without experiencing that for himself. And I couldn’t have that. I whined like Boone and moved away.
Quinn immediately grabbed me and pulled me on his lap. “What is it, Boone?”
Ahh…my neurons were snapping. He called me by my pup-name. I wanted him more than ever. “Daddy Quinn, push your pants down, too.”
“Mm…” He set me on my feet while he pulled his slacks down to his thighs, then sat back down and motioned to me with grabby hands. “Okay. Come on.”
I dropped my pants and briefs to the floor then crawled back on his lap. This time, I straddled his waist and wrapped my legs around him as he scooted forward. We tried pushing our dicks together, but it wasn’t working well. I had to laugh at our antics.
“What are you laughing about, pup?” Quinn growled, but it was playful.
“I want to frott and this…” I waved a hand over us.
“Ah. I got it.” Quinn shifted and lay back on the couch, arranging us so I was over him, groin to groin, and my feet were on the couch, giving me leverage to move.
It all came together. I rubbed my cock against his, making my daddy moan. “Yes…” I wanted to hear more of that sexy rumble. “More…” My sounds joined his as he grabbed both of our cocks in his hand, squeezing them together.
“Move, Royce. Fuck yourself against my cock.” He made the sexiest noise ever when I moved back, dragging the hot skin of our dicks against each other. “Like that. Yeah. I got you. Do it.”
