Page 80 of Losing his Daddy

I got him in a loose headlock, then ruffled his hair just like old times. Robin huffed as he shoved me away. His face was red from the exertion, though his smile showed he wasn’t angry at the teasing.

“Missed you. Don’t stay gone too long this time.” He gave me another hug.

“I promise we won’t. Gerald already has the calendar synced with a schedule of when we need to take time off. By the time we get back to the city, it'll all be sorted, and Atticus will likely have a digital invite to share the information. He’s that organized.”

“Sounds like you two are the perfect match,” Robin said with a grin.

“More than you could imagine.”

The drive homewent off without a hitch. Traffic was light, and besides stopping for gas, we didn’t have any other delay on the journey. I parked the rental in the guest spot of the parking garage, then went to unload the back of the car.

Gerald helped get all the to-go containers of food Harlan packed, along with the bag of items we took from his room that he wanted most. Given his stint in rehab, he’d left most of his stuff at the Coleman Ranch. Our visit provided him a chance to get those things back so he could add them to his space here.

In the apartment, we set down all the stuff we’d lugged up before falling into a heap on the couch. I was strewn about, while Gerald pressed his back against my front, his body angled against mine. Though it was awkward, I still felt really comfy.

I could have stayed in that position for forever if not for the sentence that came a few minutes into our relaxing break.

“When do you think you want to fuck me?”

Gerald

Sir gave a chokedsort of sound beneath me. I tilted my head to the side.

“Was that not something I’m supposed to ask?” I asked curiously.

He lifted his hips sharply. “Asking questions like that is how you get into trouble, Precious.”

I felt the hardness of his erection clear as day. There was no way to mistake it.

“That still doesn’t answer my question.”

“You’ve just spent an exhausting few days dealing with your past. I didn’t think it was a good time to bend you over for a selfish release on my part.”

I shook my head quickly. “That’s not selfish at all. I want it too. So much, Sir.”

His chest rumbled beneath me as he groaned. I fought not to grin at the way he showed how much he wanted me in return.

“Don’t smirk at me. I’m trying to be the good guy here.”

I leaned forward, then spun to face him. “I don’t want you to be the good guy. I want you to be my Dom, my Sir. I need you to take control of things, so I don’t have to think or plan. I just want to feel for once.”

My words gave him the final push. His control snapped as he brought my mouth forward. Sir kissed me deeply, with more passion than I’d ever felt in a partner. I could tell he’d been holding back for far too long with how his hands roamed my body as he tugged me down to press against him. I shifted my hips forward, desperate for friction against my own straining length.

“Sir,” I panted. “More. Need to feel you.”

Instead of giving me what I wanted, I felt him push me away. I almost cried out, begging for his touch when I felt his hands on me again.

“Need to get you to a bed. Can’t fuck you on a couch. Not this first time. I want to take my time.” His mouth took mine again, then we were walking down a hall, through a door, and to his bed. To what had become our bed.

I couldn’t even give a timeline to how it all happened. We were boss and employee one day, then the next we were simply more. His bed had become mine too, his closet a shared space for all our things. I still had my room to use, but I’d spent less and less time in it as the weeks and months of our relationship continued on.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” Sir said as he pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Been thinking of it for months. Every night. Every morning. Couldn’t stop.”

Each sentence ended with a kiss. His hands worked to pull my clothes free. I hissed when he bit down and sucked hard. I knew that one would leave a mark.

I got so distracted by his mouth it took me a minute to realize I was only in my shirt and underwear. My back arched as he tugged at my clothes, then bit down in another spot.

“Sir!” I shouted his name while pushing closer. It was equal parts pain and pleasure, taking my desire higher and higher.

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