Page 115 of Ride With Me

The hand still on my shoulder squeezes again. “Trust me, Vince. Bear’s looking for a?—”

“Daddy.” Baron immediately appears horrified at his own outburst.

“Oh,” I exhale. I don’t have any issues being called Daddy. I mean, it’s just a word, right? “Bear, you can call me Daddy if you want to.”

“Vin…” Anson’s voice dips low with warning, but I wave him off.

A little daddy kink won’t kill me. In fact, hearing the word come out of Baron’s mouth is kind of hot. And, at almost thirty to his…what? Twenty-two if he was a day? Well, I guess maybe I do throw off Daddy vibes. I’ve got the dad bod, anyway. I might as well embrace the word.

Baron stares at me with what can only be described as awe. “Really?”

“Vinnie…” Anson tries again.

Ignoring him, I grin back at Baron. “Of course, Bear. I’d love to be your Daddy.”

Anson groans and mutters something about me having no idea what I’m getting myself into, but I’m solely focused on the way Baron’s eyes have lit up and he’s bouncing on his heels.

“Do you wanna dance? I’m averygood dancer, Daddy.” He hits me with more wide-eyed naïvety and my cock perks up with interest.

“Lead the way, baby.”

CHAPTER 2

BARON

Who would have thoughtI’d find a Daddy at Anson’s birthday party?

Okay, maybe I should have realized that he’d have kinky friends, considering he’s substantially older than me and we’ve only known each other a few weeks. However, I was under the impression that he’s kind of new to exploring his kink and that he was keeping it under wraps from his otherwise very vanilla-seeming social circle.

The only reason he invited me to this party was because the Kitten he’s been playing with, Russell, is one of my only real friends, and I guess he felt bad that I would have been left out or whatever. I tried to excuse myself, but he and Russ insisted. And, because I’m a people pleaser, I couldn’t say no.

I’d been doing my best to stay as Big as possible so as not to weird anyone out…and then I’d seenhim.

Tall, bearded, and dark-eyed, the man leaning against the wall grabbed my interest like nobody else in the room. He had a soft belly concealed—but not disguised—by his button-down shirt, while his big arms looked strong, and his face was kind.

He probably gives amazing cuddles,I thought.

So, I inched closer and stared. And stared. And stared some more.

Then I got too close and got caught.

But that turned out to be a good thing because Vince just said he’d be my Daddy!

I don’t know if he means just for tonight, or if he’s interested in an ongoing arrangement, but we can work that out later. For now, I’m going to show this Daddy that I can dance!

Taking his hand, I lead him onto the makeshift dance floor in Anson’s living room, swishing my hips to the beat of the music. He pulls my back flush against his front when we find a spot, and I sway against him, losing myself in the rhythm of the song.

Vince’s big hands settle under my shirt at my waist, his fingers flexing into my skin while I sing along to lyrics that are too naughty for me to be saying out loud. Behind me, I feel Vince moving, too, grinding into me, letting me know with his body that he appreciates my dancing a whole lot.

I turn around when the song changes, looping my arms around his neck, giggling when his thick beard tickles the exposed skin on the insides of my elbows. The music loses its frantic beat, shifting to something slower and more romantic. I close my eyes and hum as our movements slow to match it, swaying on the spot as Daddy rests his cheek against the top of my head.

His voice rumbles up through his chest when he says, “You were right. You are a very good dancer, Bear.”

I’m practically glowing from the praise. It makes me feel all warm and squiggly inside. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper, rubbing my head against his bearded jaw like a cat might.

I’ve probably been spending too much time with Russ.

But Daddy doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, his hands tighten around my waist and he chuckles. “No, baby. Thank you for the dance.”

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