AllFreeNovel
Share Us
6
CONSTANTINE
The next morning
Sunlight poursin through the window as I wake up on the couch. I stick my hand out, letting it drift down Arlo's waist, relishing the texture of his soft, downy skin.
I can't believe this beautiful angel spent the night. Lord knows how, but I'm the luckiest man alive.
I rub my forehead and crack open my eyes. I study Arlo sleeping next to me. He's an absolute angel as he loses himself in dreamland. His plush, bee-stung lips wrap around his thumb, which he sucks as he snores lightly. His blond hair cascades across his forehead, a fitting contrast to his skin. His dark, velvety eyelashes fan out against his cheeks, and I melt when I see the tiny birthmark on his left temple glistening in the sun.
Adjusting Arlo's alien stuffy beneath his arms, I close my eyes and fluff out our blanket. My mind drifts to the night we shared, the type of night I never thought I'd experience with a boy again.
Usually, when I snuggle with boys, I do it in the Little Bunny Club. I control the environment, and it helps me know that I won't catch feelings. There are so many people around and most of the boys already have Daddies, which means serious relationships are off-limits.
But last night… wasdifferent. When Arlo agreed to my trial live-in arrangement, he curled up next to me on the couch and rested his head on my shoulder. He said he'd never snuggled with a real Daddy before, but it was something he'd dreamt about for a long time. He was grateful I was his first.
"I feel so safe with you. Thank you for offering to look out for me for the next month."
I planned to ask Arlo to stay with me for far longer than thirty days. The instant I saw him, I wanted to take him into my limousine, bring him to Chelsea, and be his forever Daddy.
But prudence stopped me. After the mismatch that was my last relationship, I refuse to throw myself headfirst into a new arrangement again.
I learned that last lesson the hard way. Thirty days is the perfect period to discover if Arlo and I are compatible, no more, no…less.
I twirl my finger through Arlo's hair, touching his silky locks.
I don't need thirty days. One night is plenty to make my decision.
When Arlo and I snuggled under the blanket last night, a new world opened up for me. Arlo is soft and gentle, and his personality is as sweet as red velvet cheesecake. It breaks my heart that he's known so much hardship in his twenty-one years on this planet, but I already know I want to change his world.
I don't care if our thirty-day arrangement doesn't pan out—which it absolutely will—because even if Arlo doesn't want to be with me, I'll set him up for the rest of his life.
After Arlo and I ate popcorn together, we fell asleep feeding each other candy. He draped his arms around me, whispering into my chest that he was the happiest he'd been in a long time. I felt like a man of eighteen instead of thirty-eight as I parted his hair, holding him close. He pressed his waist against my thigh, and I felt his hard erection prodding me as we drifted off to sleep.
I shift under the blanket and adjust my aching cock. I make a mental note to hit my bathroom ASAP and tug one out in the shower. Arlo doesn't know this, but he's my type. Like,exactlymy type. Braces, blond hair, glistening blue eyes. I don't know how the hell I existed in this world without him, but I can't go on if he's not mine.
Be careful. You have thirty days to decide, and you can't let Arlo steal your heart before then.
Arlo lets out a yawn and rolls over onto my chest. "Good morning." His voice is so sleepy.
I take my time opening my eyes, letting Arlo think that he woke up before me. I don't want him to realize that I'm already up… thinking abouthim.
"Good morning." I brush a strand of silky hair over his ear. "You look rested. I take it you had a good sleep?"
Arlo presses Mr. Green to his chest. His downy cheeks turn pink, and a beam of sunlight illuminates his blue eyes.
My jaw goes slack when I stare into his eyes, plumbing his infinite depths. Jesus. This boy holds the secrets of the universe in his irises. I wonder how deep I could dive before I lost myself.
Arlo breaks the spell by batting his eyelashes. "Do I?" He brings his right hand to his cheek, then pats it gently. "I guess that's because I feel well rested. I had the best sleep I've had in a long time."
I palm his waist, and fight the urge to give his perky ass a gentle squeeze. Christ, it's tempting. I'm still hard with morning wood, but I force myself to rein in my impulses.
Arlo and I are snuggling. Cuddling. I'd be the Devil incarnate to confess how much he turns me on.
"I'm glad to hear that, boy." I pick up the bottle of sparkling water on the table, then pour a glass for Arlo. "I take it this is better than your apartment in Harlem."
Arlo told me a bit about his living situation last night. He confessed that he lives with three roommates who constantly invite strangers over, and lives on a month-to-month lease.
