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"Yeah?" I fight the urge to grin, not wanting to get ahead of myself. "You want to give it a try? We can always change things. We can always just be boyfriends, if it's what you'd rather."
He frowns. "If it makes you feel better to say we're giving it a try, then sure, but I already know what I want. When you bathe me or put movies on and cuddle me or read to me, I feel all warm and safe and I can't even begin to tell you how fucking great that is. I don't want a boyfriend. I want a daddy. I want you to be my daddy. Because the minute you explained what that means to you, a part of me lit up inside. Like this is what I've been waiting for. Like this is exactly what I've needed, but I just didn't know it existed. So call tonight a trial if you’d like, but I already know that when tomorrow comes, you’re still going to be my daddy, Jake.”
My knees damn near give out. “Say that again.”
His lips curl into a playful, flirty smile. “You’re going to be my daddy.”
“Yes,” I growl, wrapping my arm around his waist and crushing him against me. I bring my lips to his. “I am.”
Chapter Thirty-nine
Casey
My legs are like jelly by the time Jake gets me back to his room. He leads me straight into the bathroom, helping me sit on the long countertop between his double sinks.
“What are we doing?” I ask, though it feels kind of obvious. It’s just that I have this sensation like I’m a soda that’s been violently shaken up, ready to fizzle right out of my body, and not knowing is making it worse.
He settles between my parted legs, gripping my chin and peering down at me. “Daddy’s going to make his boy nice and clean.”
I was wrong. Knowing doesn’t make that fizzy feeling any better. It makes it a hell of a lot worse. “Oh.”
“Yes.” He smiles. “Oh.”
“And - um. And th-then what?”
His smile turns wicked. “And then I think I’ll make my boy dirty all over again.”
I squirm. “Oh.”
“Oh,” he echoes again. “Is that alright with you?”
“Very. Yes. Much so.” I fight the urge to smack my forehead. “I mean - yes, very much so.”
Jake presses his mouth to mine in a barely there kiss before stepping back and turning toward the tub. I watch him as he tests the temperature of the water and grabs a bottle of bubble bath, thinking about how dramatically things have changed. The first time I sat watching him run me a bath, I was convinced he was going to be the new form of evil in my life. Turns out, he ended up being my hero instead.
As the water continues to run, he helps me off the counter and begins to undress me. Each brush of his fingertips against my skin sends bolts of electricity through me. I blush and squirm when he pushes my pants down and discovers my hardening cock. He flashes me a knowing smirk, letting his knuckles trail along the top of it. I sway forward, hoping for more, but he steps back and begins to remove his own clothes. My heart does something strange and stupid as I realize he's going to come in with me. We're going to bathe together.
I have to swallow a ridiculous squeal of excitement.
Then I'm swallowing a moan because this man naked is fucking… exquisite. Being at the safehouse has clearly given him more time to workout because his body has gone from in fighting shape to worthy of a fitness magazine cover. I'm not sure how I'll survive once all of his tan skin and big muscles are dripping with water.
And that cock. I quickly look away, my stomach feeling squirmy at the sight of it. He's big. Bigger than I remember him being. And very, very hard. I feel my hole twitch. I can't decide if it's eager or terrified. I can't decide which one of those options the rest of me feels either.
Jake takes my hand, walking me toward the tub before helping me step in. The water is the perfect temperature, a soft perfume of orange and vanilla wafting up as I disturb the bubbles. He climbs in behind me, his legs bracketing mine. There's the slightest hesitation before he wraps his arms around my waist and slides me toward him until his chest is pressed against my back. I suck in a gasp as his hard cock nudges me.
"This okay?" he asks, sounding far more anxious than I thought he'd be. It makes me feel better. Like I'm not alone.
"Yeah." I allow my body to relax against him, resting my head on his shoulder. "This is really nice."
"This can be all we do tonight, if you want," he murmurs, his wet fingers leaving trails of bubbles along my arm as he begins to stroke it. "There's no rush for more, even if I teased you about getting dirty earlier."
A relief I hadn't realized I needed blooms in my chest at his words. I had no idea I was so worried about his expectations, but I clearly was. "I want to try, I think."
"Then we try." He presses a kiss to my hair, making me feel all fizzy inside again. It's better this time. Less disconcerting and more exhilarating. “I really did miss you, you know.”
I smile. “I really missed you, too.”
“Well then.” He pauses to sigh dramatically. “I suppose we’re just going to have to stop being away from each other.”
