Page 31 of A Stable Daddy

His stomach rumbles, interrupting the moment, and we both laugh. “And there’s our sign to get up and enjoy the day, hmm?”

He groans and covers his face with his pillow, then pulls the corner of it away to peek out one gorgeous grey-blue eye. “Breakfast in bed?”

I know before I even open my mouth that I’m going to give him anything he asks for, pushover Daddy that I am.

And it’s the perfect start to a perfect weekend.

Chapter Thirteen - Ryan

After the amazing week we spent together, I’m on cloud nine. Sez teases me every time I smile down at my phone, and I can’t deny that I probably look like a kid with his first crush. My heart certainly gives a flutter with every text and phone call Oscar and I exchange.

I still can’t quite believe I’ve gotten so lucky. Not only did I find a Dom who isn’t at all concerned by my body’s limitations, but he’s also a Daddy who wants to take care of me as well.

I’m well and truly beyond attached at this point. Which is why, during one of our evening phone calls, I get brave enough to ask, “Can I tell my kids about us?”

“Darlin’,” I can hear the surprise in his voice, but I can also hear his smile, “you don’t need my permission for that. You can tell them as much or as little as you’re comfortable with. But,” he clears his throat, “I’m real honoured that you want to tell them. I mean…” Oscar’s tone turns cautious, “I’m the first person you’ve dated since their dad died, right?”

“You are,” I answer him honestly and cross my feet at the ankle over the top of my coffee table. “But they’re adults. They’re not going to get upset because I’m dating again.”

Mak and Trev know more about my private life than most parents would be comfortable with, even considering their ages. But I’ve always been open and honest with them, and I’ve never been ashamed of being a Sub.

That said, I wouldn’t know where to start in explaining that I call my new Dom ‘Daddy’.Thatis something I might keep to myself for a while.

“That’s not what I…” Oscar starts and then sighs. “I just…I know I’ve got big shoes to fill. Not that I’m replacin’ Maddox. I don’t ever want you to feel like I’m tryin’ to do that.”

I love how much thicker and more pronounced his accent gets when he’s flustered.

“I know,” I’m smiling as I assure him. “I’m not trying to replace him with you, either. Yeah, sometimes you remind me of him with the way you think, or the way you dom me, but…you’re very different people and I love that you respect his place in my heart.”

My eyes water and my nose tingles, but I manage to keep my voice steady. The last thing I want is for Oscar to think I’m upset. If anything, I’m getting emotional because of how happy Oscar makes me: something I honestly never thought I’d feel again.

“Well, fuck,” he replies gruffly, clearing his throat, “now you got me tearin’ up.”

I burst into laughter, because I should have guessed he’d be on the same wavelength as me. Wiping away my own tears with the back of my hand, I thank him. Then I add, “So, I’m going to tell them about you.”

“You gonna tell ’em how sexy I am?” he teases, and I can picture his cocky smirk so vividly that my heart squeezes.

“I’ll tell them I’ve gotten myself a real cowboy toyboy.” I scrunch my nose. “Try saying that ten times fast.”

He snorts before his voice dips into a low, seductive sort of growl, “There’s only one Boy in this relationship, sweetheart, and it ain’t me.”

The reminder of how he sees me makes goosebumps erupt over my skin. Biting my lip even though he can’t see me, I reply coyly, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he draws the curse out, curling his delicious accent around it in the way that’s guaranteed to get me hard instantly.

I palm my cock over my pj pants. “Are you alone, Daddy?”

“I am,” he answers. The cocky smirk is back in his voice. “Do you wanna have some fun on the phone, honey?”

Jerking off at his instruction isn’t as good as having him here with me, but I agree enthusiastically anyway, and soon enough we’re panting into each other’s ears, egging each other on with a litany of ‘yes’s and ‘that’s it’s and ‘stroke harder’s.

For once, he reaches the finish line before I do, and the sound of his raspy declaration that he’s coming pushes me over the edge, too, until I collapse against the back of the couch bonelessly, not caring about the sticky mess inside my pants.

I laugh as I catch my breath, shaking my head at how ridiculous it is that our conversation derailed into sex so easily. I almost feel like a teenager again. I honestly can’t complain about that.

“What?” he asks, sounding just as breathless and light.

“Just thinking about how good you are for me,” I answer without any further explanation. Closing my eyes, I add, “I can’t wait to tell Mak and Trev.”

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