Page 53 of Imperfect Skin

I was sweaty and sore and blissfully happy.

Daddy was scratching his nails through my hair and it felt wonderful. I tried to keep my head down, not letting him look too deeply into my eyes. If he did, he’d see how much I loved him. And I didn’t think I was ready to admit that yet. I wanted to savour this feeling and the hope it gave me. It was such a raw emotion, fragile and new, and I wanted to treasure it first.

“Jesus, lamb, you need a health warning across that arse of yours. I swear you just rode the life out of me.”

I chuckled and pressed myself against Cal’s chest, my fingers twirling through the silver hairs that covered it. “I’ll take that as a compliment then,” I murmured, not wanting to move, happy to just listen to the sound of his breathing.

“Oh, it definitely was, lamb. We’ll be doing that again soon. But not just yet. Us old bastards don’t quite have the recovery time you do.”

I sat up and pinned him with a look. “You’re not old, you’re perfect, Daddy. And to be honest, my arse is going to need some recovery time. It’s been a while.”

Cal gently rolled us to our sides, still holding me around my waist. “You do my ego a world of good, lamb. And being your Daddy? Well, fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you call me that.”

I twined my legs with his and enjoyed the quiet and closeness. Soon one of us would need to get up and get a washcloth, because dried come wasn’t one of my favourite things to wake up to, but for now I just wanted to enjoy holding him close. “I was thinking tomorrow, could we just have a day in? Alice will be back in the evening, and I want to enjoy the time together before everything goes back to normal.”

Cal brushed his nose against mine, smiling. “Nothing is going back to normal, but I get what you mean. I’ll call Simon in the morning and tell him Sunday lunch is off. Speaking of which, you should probably call him. I know he’s been worried.”

I sighed, feeling a tiny bit guilty. “I should have called him and spoken to Rhys, but with the guilt of what happened at The Pit and then us, well, becoming us, I just didn’t feel like a big-brother lecture.”

“I get it, Mouse. Still, give him a quick call tomorrow and put poor Rhys out of his misery. I’m sure the poor lad feels like he’s done you wrong by telling me where you were.” Callum was using his reasonable voice, and I really did need to speak to Rhys.

“I’ll call him tomorrow, see if he wants to come up when I watch Benji and Alice. We can make an afternoon of it.”

Eighteen

CALLUM

“Mouse seems to be happy.” Simon rolled his chair away from his desk towards mine, his eyes focused on Mouse.

“We had a good talk over the weekend. He’s promised no more trips to The Pit. Well, unless I’m with him,” I answered, looking over to where Mouse was sitting at the counter, drawing. He’d kept on task for over an hour, but I’d noticed the little wiggles of his bottom and the occasional soft gasp he made.

This morning, after a fast round of blowjobs before Alice woke, I’d caged him like I’d promised I would. If he was able to keep on task today and finish the two pieces for me to hang up, I’d promised he could have an hour of play time when we got home, and that tonight, I’d fuck him caged and make him see stars.

To say he was eager would be the understatement of the year.

The weekend almost felt like a dream, and coming into work this morning meant stepping out of the self-created cocoon we’d been in.

Simon spun in his chair, giving me a confused look. I sighed, set my pencil down and leaned back in the chair. I wasn’t going to get this sketch finished, especially with the red-haired giant sitting in front of me. I knew he and Mouse had talked briefly this morning, but I hadn’t had a chance yet to ask Mouse how it went.

“What’s on your mind, Sy?”

Mouse looked up at the sound of my voice and gave me a small smile, the one I was beginning to realise was just for me. It gave me a sense of pride and something deeper to know I made him feel like that.

Simon let out a deep breath. “Couple of things. Firstly, I want that prick Ziggy dealt with—either legally, or I want to beat seven shades of shit out of him. Rhys has already said he’d help.”

“You know Mouse wouldn’t want that. And I’m not sure how much he told you, but I feel the same way you do. But we got to let this fly how Mouse wants it to.” Simon was Mouse’s brother, but I was his Daddy, and in my mind that trumped big brother.

Simon arched a bushy, red brow. I could see by his face he was formulating an argument. “That prick can’t get away with what he did to Mouse.” Simon kept his voice low, but by the way Mouse turned his head towards us I gathered he heard him.

“Lamb,” I called out to Mouse. “Watch the shop while your brother and I have a chat out the back, will you?”

Mouse nodded, shooting a worried look towards Simon. I smiled at him and nodded, and he relaxed slightly.

“Don’t forget I’m supposed to meet Rhys for lunch,” he said.

“We won’t be long.” I ushered Simon into the small kitchen at the back of the shop, pointing to one of the seats. He dropped his bulk into the chair, letting out an amused huff. “Lamb? Since when the fuck have you called Mouse ‘lamb’?”

“What did your brother tell you?” I wasn’t going to give anything away without knowing Mouse was cool with it.

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