Page 41 of Forever Ink

“I want to take this bathroom home with us,” I sighed, reaching in to feel the water temperature before I moved over to help Daddy get his socks off.

Simon gave a deep rumbling laugh, “It wasn’t always like this. The one downstairs was the large bathroom, close to the bedroom Mum and Dad had. Mouse and I shared this one, and it was a lot pokier when we were kids, just a shower bath and a tiny window. But about a year before Mum died, she wanted to remodel it, make it nice for when she finally had grandkids coming to stay.”

I tilted my head at that. “Your mum knew you were gay, right?”

“Yup, knew both Mouse and I were before we did, I swear. But that didn’t stop her hoping we’d have a few grandkids to bring home eventually.” It was Simon’s turn to look pensive. “Suppose that is not something we’ve talked about? I mean I know we’re only a few months in, but you’re it for me.”

I cupped Daddy’s cheeks in my hands and leaned down to kiss him. “You’re it for me too, and as far as kids, I don’t think either of us have to rush to a decision. Honestly I never thought I would have someone, let alone the potential of having kids.”

Daddy rested his head against my chest as I ran my fingers through his messy curls. “Me either, baby bear.”

I kissed his head then tapped his shoulder. “Arms up, daddy bear.” Simon lifted his arms and smiled at me while I tugged his shirt over his head and enjoyed miles of the delicious, inked skin that appeared.

Throwing the shirt behind me I gently pulled Daddy to his feet and got to work unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans and underwear down. I dropped down onto my knees to help him step out of his jeans. He didn’t need me to, but I was urged on by his gentle compliance. He was letting me take charge for once. It was a new feeling and one I enjoyed—daddies needed to be looked after too sometimes. Simon spent so much time making things perfect for me, if I could give him a little of what he gave me then I would be the happiest boy there was.

Kneeling like this, I was eye level with his delicious cock. He was always telling me I had a pretty cock, but I thought Simon’s was perfect. He was thicker than I was, and I loved the deep crimson red the head of it got. I licked my lips and willed myself to stand up. I would have time to have a little daddy snack later. First I needed to wash my man.

“You get in the shower daddy, I’ll be in there soon.” I quickly stripped out of my own clothes, leaving them with Daddy’s.

I slid in behind him and groaned as the warm water cascaded down my front. I giggled, looking up and seeing he’d already wet his hair. “I won’t be able to wash your hair, Daddy. Well, not unless we get the step stool.”

Daddy’s hand reached out and rested on my hip, tugging me closer to him, “How about you let me worry about my hair and you wash the rest of me?” Daddy’s voice had gone husky, with that growly edge I loved.

“Stand still, Daddy, and let me take care of you.”

Chapter 17

SIMON

Fuck, had I ever heard sweeter words than that?

My head thumped against the tiles of the shower wall as a guttural moan tore from my lips. Rhys took the fresh washcloth from my hand and squirted bodywash on it then, started to slowly clean my back with soothing circular motions. I was only thirty-eight, for fucks sake, yet today, standing in the cold water and riding across the farm had taken it out of me. Perhaps it was time I started thinking about exercising more. I shuddered internally at the thought. I liked getting hot and sweaty, just not when it involved doing exercise. I couldn’t see the fun in that.

“What are you thinking about, Daddy?” Rhys’s voice was a soft whisper behind me as he ran the cloth over the tops of my shoulders.

“That I’m getting too old to run about on a farm. And I should probably exercise more.”

Rhys made a rude sound behind me. “More would imply you do any, Daddy.” There was a soft reproach in my boy’s voice. “You’re so busy with work and taking care of me that I think you forget to look after you.” I felt Rhys press his lips to my damp back. I could almost feel the soft smile he wore. “Let me take care of you.”

“I’m in your hands, baby bear.”

His hands moved lower to soap my arse and thighs with the same smooth strokes. My cock was taking an interest in what Rhys was doing. Could we sneak in a quick hand job before the others started banging on the door?

Just as I thought about it, the bathroom door rattled. “You guys better not be fucking in there.”

I lifted my head and yelled back, “Fuck off, Mouse. Use Dad’s shower if you’re so impatient.”

Rhys let out a soft snort, and his hands resumed their caress of my arsecheeks. “I can only imagine what it was like for your dad living with you two.”

“We were a challenge,” I gasped as Rhys slid the cloth between my cheeks washing my taint and hole with the same care he had washed my back and legs. “Fuck, baby bear, you’re killing me.”

“Oh no. We don’t want that now, do we.” Rhys’s tone had a playful lilt to it. His voice came from lower down and I turned my head to see he’d dropped to his knees. Catching my eye he waggled his finger. “Lean against the wall Daddy.”

I turned, smiling a little at the slightly bossy tone in my boy’s voice. Leaning against the shower wall tiles, I spread my legs a little to get comfortable. I expected him to resume washing me but when he spread my cheeks apart and I felt the warm puff of his breath against my hole I groaned.

I nearly shouted when his tongue pressed against my rim. “Oh fuck, Rhys.”

He hummed, happily lapping at my hole. My knees nearly buckled when he pushed gently inside of me with his tongue.

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