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"You don’t have to keep things from me just because I said red light, Daddy. I said that for me—not for you."
I shake my head in amusement. "I had a cummy that I wasn’t expecting. That’s all, boy. It’s been a while since that’s happened, but it’s also been a while since I’ve been around a man as cute as you. Nothing to be ashamed about."
BJ melts into my arms. "I’m so glad you were honest. Now, I feel more comfortable to open up around you. Thank you."
We hug in the tub, surrounded by bubbles and toys. I run more water, because the last thing I need is for my special boy to get chilly.
When we’re done, I tug him out and dry him off. I pat his bum and bits dry, ensuring that I treat him gently.
I almost think I’ve contracted an incurable retinal disease when I help him back into his dump truck onesie because my vision doubles, but then I realize that it’s just because I’ve met the precious man I want to spend the rest of my life with.
SEVEN
BJ
I can’t get over how sensitive and sweet Bryce is.
He’s so unlike the other men I’ve tried to make my Daddies it’s not even funny.
Whereas they weren’t interested in meeting my needs and wouldn’t listen to me tell them about my all-consuming love of dump trucks, Bryce goes a step further.
He washes me tenderly, paying close attention to every part of my body. He cherishes me, making me feel safe to be myself.
Lastly, he hugs me in a way that makes me feel like nothing bad can ever happen to me again.
I’ll never again be turned away from a construction site due to my size. No, ma’am. Bryce speaks life into me, instills me with a confidence that’s hard to come by.
Bryce runs the comb through my hair. "I don’t understand how you have more tangles."
"That’s just the way my hair is."
Bryce lifts a strand, then moves it left and right. "It’s because you have such thick hair. Luscious, thick locks that can’t help but get a little tangled, because there are so many on your little head."
My body sinks into Bryce’s, and I can’t help but wiggle my toes. "I feel so safe with you."
Bryce kisses my scalp. "You’ll feel safer after I finish combing. Jeepers, you need to brush more often. Daddy’s doing a lot of work."
"I brush every day, Daddy. I have too much hair."
Bryce chuckles. "That’s a good problem to have."
I’m glad I don’t have to think about baldness yet. There are a few Daddies in the Club who are bald, and my heart goes out to them. They’re perfectly handsome, but the truth is that someone with hair is cuter to me.
Most of the time.
One or two of the bald Daddies do look hot. They’re ripped and muscular, almost like The Rock. But I still feel bad for them because I think they’d look better with hair.
My grandfather is bald, and my mother always tells me to be prepared in case I lose my hair someday. Ah! How scary. Although, I’m not totally afraid. Because if I’m bald, at least I’ll be able to be taken seriously at construction sites.
I glance down at my puny frame, then snort. Yeah, hair or no hair, some judgmental guys will still say that I’m not welcome.
It doesn’t matter because Bryce tells me I can be there. All I need is a hardhat, steeltoed boots, and a reflective vest.
Bryce rubs my thigh over my onesie. "I just want to remind you that you can tell me about the desires of your heart anytime, baby boy. I won’t judge, won’t ever turn you away."
I look at Bryce’s hand on my thigh, then get hard. "You’re about two fingers away from my dick."
Bryce snorts as he twists a particularly tangled lock out. "Oh, am I? Didn’t even notice. Heh."
