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ARLO
Firm hands gripme under my armpits. "Boy."
My head spins as I try to process where I am. I crack open my eyes, my vision blurring. Sometimes, if I don't eat after taking my pills, I get lightheaded, and I tumble into bed and cry.
But never like this.Thisfeels all too much like I bonked my head or passed out due to exhaustion. I reach out, and feel a man's scruff beneath my fingertips, gentle yet firm, but I collapse back onto the floor where it's nice and cool.
I really should just stay here. The floor is love, the floor is life. The floor is where trash pandas like me belong.
That's when the two hands swoop me into the air and plant me on my feet.
"Ahhh!" I bring Mr. Green to my face and bury myself in him. "Who are you?"
"My name is Constantine Ferrari." The man's voice is deep. Rich. Comforting. "I own this club with my brothers."
I scrunch my eyes even tighter. Vaguely, a memory drifts across my mind. I remember standing in the entrance of the Little Bunny Club, debating whether I should go in. I faced my fears and walked inside, preparing to head to the group of Littles playing with crayons to ask if I could join them.
But then I tripped over something on the carpeted floor… somethinghard. Something with wheels. What was it?
Oh, right. A racecar some bozo left in the doorway.
"Why are you touching me?" I don't move from behind Mr. Green. My alien stuffy protects me, and if nothing else, this move gives me a few more seconds to hide my pathetic adult braces.
"You have a boo boo, sweet boy." Constantine trails a finger across my cheek. "Come to the bar. I'll fetch you a cartoon bandage."
I blow out a breath and weigh my options. Okay, so Constantine doesn't sound like a bad guy. I don't expect him to be, but hey. You never know in situations like these. I bumped my head hard, for rocket ship's sakes. I'm not attractive, but I'm suresomeman out there would take advantage of me.
I decide there isn't any harm in looking at my rescuer. He did say he'd fix my "boo boo," after all, and he'll hook me up with a bandage. That's code forgood guyin my book.
Don't be a wimp. Look at the nice man and see if he can help you meet the Littles playing.
I peek from behind Mr. Green… and melt on the spot.
Holy. Alien. Guacamole. Constantine is… unlike any man I've ever seen in my life. A hot spring of warm fuzzies opens in me. Hazel eyes specked with gold glisten from behind a pair of black glasses. His aristocratic nose is powerful and sharp, painting a picture of the finest moments of Italian sculpture. His soft lips are pursed, knitted into a mask of concern. My dick hardens staring at his gorgeous face, so sensitive and caring, and I can't help but imagine Constantine's lips wrapped around my tip.
I let out a groan and hug Mr. Green harder. What would Constantine be like in bed? Rough? Or would he be sweet and sensitive, going at my pace, intuiting what my body needs, praising me as he touches me, treasuring every inch of my skin?
But Christ. The line creasing Constantine's forehead isn't good. This man is worried. Is he concerned about…me?
"Daddy." The word slips out before I can stop it. I squeal and bury myself in Constantine's arms, holding Mr. Green tight. My cheeks flush pink, and I swipe my tongue over my lips to conceal my adult braces. "Don't be worried. I'm fine."
This man… rescued me. He saved me from the hellish abyss of the Little Bunny Club's floor, where I so mistakenly believed I belonged. He wants to fix my boo boos and make my ouchie better. Maybe he'll even cuddle on the spaceship bean bag chair with me if I ask. In my heart, I already know this is the man for me. I'm his boy. He's my Daddy.
Constantine grimaces as he holds me in his arms. "You have a concussion, boy. Come to the bar. We'll call a doctor to make sure you're okay."
It's thedoctorpart that seals the deal for me. Wasn't I just saying that the main reason I want a Daddy is to go to the doctor? Constantine, without prompting, without so much as a hint, if you don't count the fact that I bonked my head, intuited my needs. He read the scrolls of my heart, and acted at once. He didn't wait for my horrible ouchie to grow severe before doing something about it. He didn't pass me off to another club member. He saved me.
"I'll be okay." I beam and try to conceal my pink cheeks from Constantine. "I need to snuggle on the beanbag chair. Then everything will be fine."
Constantine's eyes turn to slits. He runs his calloused fingers up and down my arm, caressing my soft skin, then pinching me.
"What's your name, boy?" His voice is fiercer than moments ago. Deadly.
I thread my fingers through my hair and stand on the balls of my feet. "Arlo."
"Is this your first night at the Little Bunny Club?"
