Page 5 of In Daddy's Hands

Boone and Banks exchanged a glance. They might be bad people, but there were some unspoken rules when it came to fetishes.

“What did you whisper to him?”

Banks’ question obviously caught Jupiter off guard. He blushed. “I told him if he needs help getting out, I would help him.”

Boone was so fucking proud of Jupiter. He had chosen well. Judging by Banks’ expression, Jupiter didn’t need to worry about Kyson. Again, Banks knew a lot of bad people who would do bad things. No one would hurt Jupiter’s friend.

“I know it’s hard, but I promise everything will be okay. We’ll keep an eye on things. You know certain shit isn’t tolerated around here.”

“Why do you look familiar to me?” Banks asked suddenly, interrupting Boone. “I mean, outside of this place,” he added.

Jupiter blushed again. “I waited on you last night at Belle Époque.”

A smile exploded across Banks’ face. He snapped his fingers. “That explains the way you two looked at each other.” He shot Boone an accusing look. “You should’ve said something.” Boone felt like someone punched him in the chest. Banks’ expression immediately shifted, as if realizing what he said. “Never mind.” He focused on Jupiter. “I’m Banks.”

Jupiter held out his hand. “Jupiter.”

Banks set his cigar aside. Instead of shaking Jupiter’s hand, he kissed it. “A lovely name for a gorgeous man.”

Jupiter chuckled.

Boone rolled his eyes.

Banks stood and snuffed out his cigar. “It’s been a pleasure. I have an important errand.”

“It was nice meeting you.” Jupiter snuggled deeper into Boone’s hold as he made the claim.

Boone’s heart swelled and his arms tightened as his smile grew. With Banks gone, Boone gave Jupiter his full attention. “How did you sleep last night?”

“Good.” Jupiter touched his forehead. “Whew. What are you two smoking? It’s making my head spin.”

Boone immediately grabbed the lit cigar he had forgotten in the ashtray. He moved to extinguish it. “Sorry about that. I suffer from debilitating migraines, and Banks… Well, Banks is just an addict.”

Jupiter stopped him from mashing the cigar against the tray. “No. You’re good. I was just curious. Migraines? That’s awful. I’ve only ever had one when I was younger. It was terrible. Have you been dealing with them all your life?”

“No. It’s only been about ten years.” He quickly changed the subject before Jupiter asked anything else about how he ended up this way. “Since you brought up being younger, how old are you?”

“Twenty-four. How old are you?”

Ancient by comparison. Boone winced at his thoughts. “Thirty-three.”

Jupiter laughed. “Why the wince? That’s not bad.”

Boone shook his head and took a drag from his cigar.

Jupiter’s gaze followed the motion. “Can I try it?”

Boone swallowed back a laugh. He had been raised around drugs, money, and weapons. The shit he smoked was way too strong for Jupiter. “I’ll meet you halfway?”

Jupiter’s expression screamed confusion.

Boone took another drag. A smaller one. He cupped the back of Jupiter’s head, covered his mouth with his, and shared the smoke. Boone pulled away just enough to watch Jupiter release the small amount Boone allowed. Then he went back for seconds. His tongue stroked Jupiter’s. Every second felt like heaven. But he felt the eyes upon them, and he knew they couldn’t continue. Boone wasn’t willing to give anyone that much of a show.

He pulled away and held Jupiter’s aroused-looking stare. “How did you get here?”

“Uber.”

Boone stood while still holding Jupiter. “Good. Let’s get out of here.”

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