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“Something normal please. Joshua? Caleb?”
“Caleb fits.”
He smiles at me brilliantly then leans his head on his chest. “Thank you, Daddy. Caleb sounds good.”
I bring his face to mine and give him a deep kiss, loving the little moan that escapes when I give him my tongue. Red pulls himself closer to me and takes my face in his hands, fingers grazing my stubble. I’m surprised the chair is holding our weight. Red has to be at least one hundred seventy pounds of lean muscle.
“Get a room, you two!” Michael jokes when he walks back into the office. Red gives a little squeak and snatches his lips away and I glare at Michael. He looks at me like he didn’t just interrupt me and my boy.
Rolling my eyes, I pat Red’s hip and he stands, trying not to look at Michael. “I’ll be at the other house for a few more weeks. You good at home by yourself?”
“I’ve killed people, Quin. I can handle a few weeks in a house alone.”
Smirking, I take Red’s hand and we head out. “That was embarrassing,” he says when we’re inside the car.
“Why? You don’t kiss in front of people?”
“I don’t dry hump in front of people, Daddy,” he huffs and crosses his arms, lip poked out.
Chuckling, I put the car in gear and drive away. It takes Red a moment to realize we’re not going the way we came. “Where are we going?” He’s looking around like he was before, taking everything in with an awed expression. I love the look on his face. He’s one of the most beautiful boys I’ve run into.
“It’s a surprise.” He doesn’t question it—he just gets comfortable. After a few minutes, he takes my phone and puts on some music, singing sweetly while he takes in his surroundings. I grab his hand and kiss the back of it, watching him practically melt in the seat from my peripheral vision.
An hour later, we pull up to a large mall in Quebec City. Since it’s the end of the day, it’s fairly busy, but I don’t mind. Glancing over at Red, it doesn’t look like he does either. “This place is huge,” he says, voice full of excitement. He hurriedly gets out of the car and I laugh, watching him practically bouncing off the walls. “I still have money from Cara. I can buy more than sweatpants.” He looks over at me quickly and his eyes grow wide. “Not that there’s anything wrong with sweatpants. I love them, of course.
“It’s okay, Red. I know what you mean.” My boy lets out a relieved breath and turns to head inside.
Before he can walk off, I grab his arm. He looks at me quizzically and I hand him one of my credit cards. His eyes go wide and he shakes his head. I cut off his protests. “I know you’re not about to tell me no. My boy wouldn’t tell me no, right?”
He huffs and looks away. He’s quiet for a moment and I see his eyebrows dip and a frown mar his face. “Hey. Why are you upset, mouse?”
“Why?” he asks, raising his voice. “Because I’m not—” He cuts himself off, then takes a deep breath. “We just met, Quin. It’s too much for you to take me shopping and giving me your card … it’s too much. I’m not … I’m not worth all that.” Red bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. “I still have money of my own. I can use that.”
Pulling him off to the side—since we were standing right in the middle of the sidewalk—I tip his face up to look at me. “You are worth it. To me, you’re worth it. So let me take care of you. If that means holding you, talking to you, or spending money on you, that’s what I’ll do. Because I want to and you’re worth it. So, all I want to hear from you is “Yes, Daddy,” or “Thank you, Daddy.”
Red gives me a small smile that grows when I pull him close to me. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy,” he says cheekily and I spank his ass. “What? I said what you wanted me to say.”
“With sass, you did.” He giggles and puts his head on my chest. “You did well, expressing your feelings. I’m glad you got your temper under control. I’m proud of you, boy.”
“Yeah?” he asks, looking up at me with bright eyes.
“Yeah. Now come on. You need clothes.”
We walk into the mall hand in hand and Red pulls me this way and that, trying on clothes, grabbing a few long- and short-sleeved shirts, basketball shorts, joggers, and shoes. He did get a few pairs of jeans and sweaters when I told him he needed warmer clothing. If I saw him looking at something too long, I would add it to his pile, knowing he really wanted it, but doesn’t want me to spend the money. Although I know he wants to, he doesn’t complain.
When we get to the sixth store, I notice something two stores down. “Go ahead in and get what you want, Red. I’ll be back.” He gives me a look and his eyes dart around, but he straightens his spine and nods. I wish I could give him my gun again, but he didn’t look comfortable with it last time and I don’t want him to get in trouble. Gun laws are way more strict here than they are in the states.
In any case, I shop as quickly as I can, getting what I need and rushing back to my boy. Before I step back inside, I pull out my phone and place an order, hoping what I need will be delivered to the office in the next few days, then I go in search of Red. I find him in the back of the store, sliding shirts on the rack, pausing to look at a few. I watch him for a moment and admire how handsome he looks with his eyebrows scrunched and biting his lip in concentration. He catches sight of me and smiles, waving me over.
“I got you something.” He hands me a neat little leather bracelet that has an R stamped on it. “I used my own money when you ran off.” He looks smug and I give him a stern look, making him blush. “I got one too.” Red holds his arm up and I see his has a Q stamped into it. I can’t keep the smile off my face as I pull him in and kiss his forehead.
“Thank you, baby boy.” Giving him back the bracelet, I hold out my wrist and he ties it on. He beams when he has it fixed. “I love it. I won’t take it off.”
“Me either,” he says, a soft look on his face.
We only spend a few more minutes in this store, then Red says he thinks he has all he needs, so we call it a day. I have eight of Red’s bags, plus the one filled with items I purchased and he has almost as many. I would say this shopping trip was a success.
Instead of driving back home, we go to a hotel for the night. It’s not really necessary, but with what I have for him in my bags, it will be fun.
