Page 15 of A Guard and a Gardener

“I love how big you are,” breathed Wyatt. “I love how you can lift me without effort. I love how you can fit your hands around my waist. I love how you can tuck me under your arm while we walk.”

“I haven’t done any of those things,” I pointed out, bemused and yet turned on by his words.

Because I sure want to.

“Oh,” he said without pause. “Must have been a dream. Averygood dream, if you get me?”

“Are you angling for my cock again, sweet boy?” I asked, drifting my fingers closer to his opening. He gave a little squeak of interest, squirming on my lap as if to hurry me along. But I was the one taking care of him, and I was in no Blessed hurry at all.

“Yes.” The light in Wyatt’s eyes was intoxicating. “I can’t wait to feel your huge cock inside me, filling me up, daddy.” Small fingers dragged across the bulge in my trousers, emphasising his point. The filth he was spouting, combined with all thosedaddys, was severely testing what I thought had been a considerable supply of patience. “Don’t you want that too?”

“Fuck yes,” I hummed against his mouth.

Fuck patience too. I was having my boy, and I was having him now.

“Did you bring oil?”

Wyatt groaned, long and frustrated, and then dropped his forehead down onto my chest.

“No,” he admitted, although the word was unnecessary in the face of such visible disappointment. “Sorry, I didn’t think to-”

“Shush,” I murmured, stroking his hair again. I was already addicted to how it felt, and damn him, maybe Luis had been onto something about how it looked wrapped around my fingers. “Daddy’s got you.”

He nodded obediently, falling quiet, and I reached into the basket again to find what I’d spotted earlier. Crude, certainly, but if the alternative wasnotgetting to sink inside that pert ass of his, the one I could still picture with its winking hole as he bared himself to me on the blanket, I’d take the half-melted stick of butter anytime.

“Lay over my lap,” I instructed, trailing a hand over his warm skin. Perhaps we’d move into the shade soon before he burned: while they weren’t as susceptible as northerners, Lukians didn’t have our same levels of resistance to the sun. “Let me take care of you and this cute little hole of yours.”

Wyatt was sprawled across my legs before I’d finished speaking, legs obligingly spread and his hands reaching behind him to hold his cheeks apart.

“Like this, daddy?”

Cheeky little shit. He knew perfectly well thatthiswas all I wanted and more.

“Such a good boy,” I murmured instead, running a hand down his spine and feeling him shiver beneath my touch. “Hold still while I prepare you.”

Wyatt happily murmured in the affirmative, and I reached out to coat my finger in the butter and bring it to his entrance.

Not daring to breathe, I slid my finger inside and stroked against his silky walls.

“Does that hurt?” I asked, and then jolted, flinching at my own words.

The boy said something, but I could no longer hear him. I was falling, falling,falling.

Does that hurt?

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Chapter Ten

I was pretty sure I was in heaven.

Not only had Jironnotlaughed in my face when desperation had overtaken my senses and I’d thrown myself at him in a do-or-die moment, but he’d held and fed me so tenderly, and was now offering up that same carefulness with his touch as his fingers roamed across my ass and pushed inside. Tentative, explorative strokes made me writhe against his legs with both the sensation and anticipation, and the fabric rubbing against my sensitive cock only emphasised my nakedness. Next time I’d strip my giant bare and take my time appreciating and learninghisbody, but I was enjoying how weirdly erotic this felt, being all exposed out here in a public space while he remained covered up.

For Jiron was a gift for me to unwrap later in private where no one else was allowed to lay eyes on the scrumptious, edible mountain of a man.

“Does that hurt?” he murmured, and I was shaking my head when I felt his whole body stiffen beneath me.

“Daddy?” I asked.

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