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Feeling Red in my arms like this will never get old. I love how warm he is and how his body molds to mine when I hold him close. For the past few days I’ve had him like this, hoping to keep his mind off the bad news I had to give him about the victims. He seems to be doing okay so far and I want to make sure it stays that way.
I pull his body close to me and kiss one eyelid, then the other, making Red smile softly at me. “Are you always like this?” he asks, wrapping his arm tighter around me.
“Like what?” I ask, tipping his chin up so I can take his lips. Red immediately opens for me, moaning in my mouth and pressing his chest to mine. When I pull free, he lets out a long breath and fidgets. Feeling his half-hard cock on my leg makes me smile.
“So … affectionate,” Red finally answers when he catches his breath.
Pulling back, I look down at him, trying to read his expression. “You don’t like it?”
His cheeks pink and he drops his eyes. “I fucking love it. I’m just not used to it.” Red reaches up and drags a hand in my hair, pulling my mouth back down to him for a softer kiss.
“I haven’t always been like this,” I answer when we pull away. “I was working for Savage when I was with my other boys, which was a full time job. I couldn’t give them what they needed. Add to that, anyone would run when I told them who I was working for, I never got the chance.” I sigh and hold Red closer. “But I’ve always wanted to touch and kiss and love on my boys. I’m more stable now and the Russian threat isn’t hanging over my head anymore, so I can do this.” I kiss the corner of his mouth, making him grin. I want to give him my tongue, but he looks exhausted.
Turning around in my arms, Red tucks himself in and lays his head on my bicep and I get as close to him as I can, his solid back against my chest. “Get some sleep, boy. I know you’re worn out.”
Red nods and yawns. “Night, Daddy.”
“Night, baby boy.”
Chapter Thirteen
Red
Theweekfollowingourrestaurant date—just thinking about that night gets me half hard—has been one of the best weeks of my life. Quin doesn’t do anything different than what he’s already been doing, but I feel closer to him for some reason. How he took care of me after he almost edged me into a coma is something I’ve always wanted. He was so gentle with me and it was a nice change of pace from the random hookups I had after my professor broke things off.
He was so gentle, so sweet—after the punishment of course. Quin touches me and talks to me in such a soft way without it feeling condescending that I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
If I wasn’t careful, I’d fall for him pretty quickly. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m already heading that way fast. Faster than I thought but fuck it. I can’t help how I feel and I won’t try to. Quin is an amazing man that not only saved my life, he made me feel appreciated. He made me feel heard. He made me feel … alive. He made me feel, period. Who wouldn’t fall for a man like that?
Quin and I have plans to have dinner with his little family at Abel and Savage’s house, with me hoping to get Savage to kind of like me a little bit. I’m not holding my breath with him, but Abel is great. We’ve been texting since our first meeting and I enjoy our conversations.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I look around before I pull it out. Quin never said I couldn’t use my phone while I’m working, but I don’t want anyone complaining about me. I’m Quin’s boy, yes, but he has a business to run and I don’t want to make it seem like I’m getting preferential treatment. I smile when I look down at the phone. It’s a picture of Pogo laying on his back.
Abel: He says he misses your belly rubs. He wants his Uncle Red to come to visit.
My heart leaps when I read “Uncle Red.” Abel sees me as part of his family and I feel myself tearing up.
Me: Tell my sweet nephew I’ll see him tonight and he’ll get all the belly rubs he can stand.
Abel sends me back a thumbs up and a heart emoji and I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. It would be nice to have a brother like Abel since Gil and I aren’t close. Maybe someday soon, I’ll get up the courage to call Gil and maybe we can video chat or something? Who knows?
At the end of the workday, my Daddy finds me closing out my emails and shutting my computer down, a big smile on his face. I return it and melt into his arms when he holds them out for me.
It’s torture working with him all day. I can see him when I want, but we keep things professional—besides our desk incident—and we don’t really touch or kiss or anything while we’re working. It sucks because I’ve gotten used to how much Quin touches and hugs and kisses me.
“We’ll go home and change, then head over to Savage’s. Sound good?”
“Yep.”
“No funny business before we leave,” Quin warns and I chuckle. Of course I’ll try. Quin knows me well. But I’ll make it quick.
And I do. Even though he told me to keep my hands to myself, Quin started it. He got into the shower with me and started kissing my neck and stroking my cock. How am I supposed to keep my hands off him when he won’t keep his off me?
By the time we finish up and get dressed, we’re officially late. Quin keeps giving me looks while he’s driving and I try to pretend I’m innocent and didn’t immediately drop to my knees in the shower when he let go of my dick.
Abel opens the door with a knowing look before he smiles and opens his arms to me. “It’s great to see you again, Red. Hello, Captor,” he jokes with Quin as he brings him in for a hug next.
“It’s been years, Abel,” Quin says dryly, making Abel laugh.
