Page 21 of A Guard and a Gardener

“I know,” Jiron said fondly, running his fingers through it.

I swallowed, trying to remember what I’d been asking. “Rich enough to build your own palace?”

He laughed again. I loved that laugh. Deep and joyful.

“No, little one. But His Majesty insisted on conveying...a rather large sum of money when he found out what had happened to me.”

“Good,” I said. “You went through hell for him.”

“And I’d do it again for free.” His tone was fierce, and I twisted in his arms so I could face him.

“I know you would,” I said softly. “That’s part of what I love about you, Jiron.”

“You...you love...” My giant seemed lost for words. He cleared his throat. “I’d do it for you too, Wyatt, in a heartbeat.”

“That’s the other part,” I told him, and couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face when he leaned down to kiss me, even though it meant far too many of my teeth got kissed instead of my lips.

I didn’t mind. I wanted kisseseverywhere, even on the strange parts of my body, and when I told him that, Jiron obliged, kissing my eyelids and the inside of my elbow and the arch of skin between my thumb and forefinger. When he lifted me to sit on the table so he could kiss each of my bare toes, I shrieked in ticklishness and instinctively lashed out, immensely thankful that he caught my ankle in his strong grip before I could kick him in the face.

“Sorry, daddy,” I said, contrite.

But he was smiling.

“Hmm. You will be.”

Jiron yanked my leg up with his hold on my ankle, pulling me off balance. My back hit the table, rattling the bowls of fruit and cream he’d had delivered to us sometime after he’d watered all of my plants with such precise tenderness while I crooned soft praise at both them and him, and sometime before he’d given me the most thorough, erotic washing I’d ever received.

I didn’t own a bath, and it would take too much effort to haul enough water up here to fill one – I visited the public baths when I needed to be fully immersed – but after experiencing what Jiron could do with a bucket of water and a cloth that wenteverywhere, I could happily swear off washing myself forever.

His nurturing nature had been strong this morning, and I’d been more than willing to indulge the daddy in him. He hadn’tlet me do anything for myself, fetching and carrying and lifting whatever I needed, and then seating me in his lap and feeding me when I’d tried to get away with just a few mouthfuls of food. It wasn’t that the spread he’d arranged wasn’t delicious – they were some of the sweetest strawberries I’d ever tasted, and the cream was thick and milky – it was simply thathewas even more delicious.

But apparently licking his huge muscles until they glistened with salivawasn’t a proper breakfast, Wyatt, so I’d been entreated to the luxury of having him deliver enticing, sweet morsels directly into my mouth while I did my best to suck on his fingers.

Those same fingers now roved up my legs, gentle and teasing until he reached my knees. And then Jiron gave me a wicked look, wrenched my thighs apart, and dipped his head between them.

“Oh!”

A hot, powerful tongue roved over my balls, down my taint, and then licked around my opening before demanding entry. One of Jiron’s huge hands splayed across my stomach to hold me in place as he proceeded to suck, nip, and slurp his damn way inside me, and I gasped out my pleasure.

The contented noise he made in response...Ifeltit, the reverberating hum echoing pleasantly through me where we were joined, and I thrashed against the table when Jiron speared his tongue deeper inside me than anyone had ever gone. Deeper than I’d ever thought possible.

My elbow accidentally came down on one of the bowls still littering the table. Cream, still somewhat chilled, splattered across the left side of my chest.

“Don’t worry about it,” I assured Jiron quickly when he raised his head at the commotion – or my gasp at the cold – but he justgave me a wry look that said he’d be the judge of what to worry about,thank you very much, boy, and I surrendered back into that easy dynamic of ours where he enjoyed taking care of my problems and I enjoyed letting him.

Not that itwasa problem. I didn’t give a damn about being covered in our breakfast when he was doing that amazingly momentous thing where...

Jiron straightened up, and I pouted.

That made him give me a mock glare that held far too much fondness to be sincere.

Good. I didn’t want daddy to be mad with me.Ever.

My giant dipped his face to my chest and began to clean me up with long, broad strokes of his tongue. He worked methodically, almost clinically, and the patient, unceasing attentions had me gasping out my arousal. He licked up all of the cream until my skin was glistening and clean, pausing only to flick his tongue around my nipple. And if I was breathless from the sensation of his cold tongue around that hard peak, that had nothing –nothing, on what it felt like when Jiron swiftly ducked down and slipped it back inside my ass.

“Oh!” I said again, and it came out as a shivering yelp. “Fuck! Yes!”

His fingers joined his tongue, working me open.

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