Page 60 of The Story of Danny Rose

“Yeah, no. Reese forces me to work out with him every week,” River assured. “I go to the shooting range twice a month too, wherever we are.”

“Glad to hear it,” I said. “So other than that, you’re just collecting skills, huh?”

He chuckled. “Well, you did say we could never have too many tricks up our sleeves.”

True. I was full of words of wisdom like that.

July 27th, 2000

“Slow down—” I sucked in a breath and gripped his hips tightly. I wasn’t ready to get off yet, and he was too fucking beautiful in the morning sunlight filtering through the blinds. “Just let me look at you.”

My heart hammered in my chest as I pulled him down for a kiss, and he smiled and wriggled his sexy little ass over my cock.

I exhaled unsteadily and broke away, and I peered up at him. We were…in a phase of sorts, where all we wanted was for him to ride me, because he moved so goddamn sensually and, frankly, I was still out of commission.

It came with the job. Sometimes you tore something in a hasty escape from Colombia.

He swiveled his hips and pressed his forehead to mine.

I just stared. I let my hands roam his perfect body, up his abs, his chest, over his defined shoulders, down his biceps. I could never get enough. Fucking never.

“My beautiful boy,” I whispered.

“Mmm…my sexy-as-sin Daddy…” He flicked the tip of his tongue over my upper lip, and I groaned when he clenched down on me. “You sure I’m not hurting you?”

I nodded and deepened the kiss. Another week or two, and I’d be back to normal.

There was something about this morning. I’d sensed it from the moment I’d woken up with his mouth on me. It happened sometimes, when I simply lost my words because I was too happy. Settled and overjoyed.

I’d waited over forty years, and I was being rewarded for it.

“What?” he whispered with a curious smile.

I shook my head, still unable to express myself properly.

I touched his cheek, then slipped my fingers into his dirty-blond hair. Every now and then, a few strands fell over his eyes, and he gave me this look that screamed of both affection and mischief. The blue seemed bluer today too. Maybe it was the sun. Maybe it was everything.

It was normal, right? To sometimes get overwhelmed by all of it? Love of my life, whom I got to work with every day, whom I shared this farm with, whom I got to wake up with morning after morning.

I let out a breath. “I wish I could marry you.”

He swallowed, and the pinch of soft amusement left his eyes. “Me too. Maybe one day?”

Yeah. Maybe one day. But in the meantime, I wanted a ring on his finger. I’d go out and buy one today after work. And one for me too.

We got lost in another kiss, and this one didn’t stop. I needed more and more, and pain be damned, I flipped him over, gathered his legs around my hips, and slammed into him.

“Holy fuck!” he moaned. “Fuck, Daddy.”

I gnashed my teeth and fucked him into the mattress.

The bed creaked, and the frame thudded against the wall.

“I love you,” I gritted out.

“I love you too,” he whimpered. He scrunched up his face and stroked his cock quickly, then let out a long moan and arched his back.

Just like that.

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