Page 169 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Is she wanting what we want?”

Turning around, I knelt down and lifted each of his feet as I removed his boots and socks. The tension swelled as I thought about how to answer. Busying myself with his belt, and jeans I stripped him down to his boxer-briefs. I took my time with his flannel shirt and undershirt.

“Kennedy and I spent a lot of time talking the other day, and she seems to be very open to the idea of me as her Daddy.” It was an honest answer, even if it left some things out. But a half-answer wasn’t fair or Daddy-like of me. I cleared my throat and continued. “She’s still struggling with the idea of the three of us. I’m giving her some time to work some stuff out. In the meantime, I’m ready to focus on you. Will you let me? Will you let me be your Daddy give me the chance to balance the three of us in a throuple?” I said my piece then held my breath. I could see Wyatt fighting his own inner demons and I thought for a second he was going to dip like Kennedy had. But instead, he gulped, and nodded, his eyes locked on mine.

“Yeah.”

Chuckling from relief, I gestured to the shower. “I thought I’d have to work a lot harder to convince you.” There was still stuff to work out, but I’d been as honest as I could be without Kennedy communicating exactly what her issues were. I didn’t need to tell him she’d safeworded out of our conversation and I was giving her space at the moment. Those things were on me, and had no bearing on my relationship and dynamic with him.One battle at a time.

But Wyatt didn’t seem as ready to just focus on the two of us as I was. “It’s probably because of me. I don’t think she likes me like that, Alden. Hell, some days I don’t think she likes me at all.”

Well, now, I was concerned. And confused. “The two of you are friends, right?”

“We go stargazing a lot. Sitting outside under the sky and talking about life,” he said softly.

“Uh-huh. Necking?”

Wyatt scoffed. “I wish. Kennedy views me as some sort of rodeo heartbreaker.”

“Huh. I wasn’t aware of her opinion.”

Maybe that was her problem, the thing she wouldn’t talk about. We’d seen people come and go through Wyatt’s life like a revolving door full of bad choices.

Wyatt tugged off the last item of clothing, and I was forced back into the present. His body was sculpted from years on the circuit. I admired the cut of his muscles, his washboard abs, strong calves and perfect ass. Yanking my shirt over my head, I appreciated the way he checked me out. My boots and jeans followed and prompted him to step into the stream. Tasking myself with washing his hair, I liked how he relaxed underneath my fingers. Wyatt moaned softly as I worked the lather through his dark-red strands, lightly tugging.

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured, nuzzling into my neck.

“About what? Me washing your hair?” I prompted.

“No, not your actions. I’m in my head, I don’t really want to talk right now.”

“We don’t have to. Relax and let me take care of you.”

I kept my hands on him, washing him intimately while he grew more relaxed. He’d agreed to a throuple, but the thing with Kennedy was still bothering both of us. Focusing on him, I kissed his neck, loving the way he squirmed.

“You’ll get soap in your mouth,” he warned.

“Nah, I rinsed you off first.”

We got out of the shower, dried off and went into my room. He glanced at his clothes and at me several times. There were many things we could do instead of getting dressed. Cocking an eyebrow, I gestured for him to speak.

“May I suck you off, Sir?”

“A title and a blowjob? Aren’t you cute?” I rubbed my chin and then reclined on my bed, propped on my elbows so I could observe.

“You think I’m adorable?” he said, grinning.

“Yes, Wyatt. I do.”

He smirked, letting his own towel fall before climbing onto the mattress. He rubbed his hands along my legs until he reached my knees. Wyatt continued his journey until his fingers brushed across the tip of my cock. Licking along my shaft, he paused.

“Are you teasing me, Wyatt? Or is something bothering you?”

Please don’t let me strike out twice.

Instead of talking, he wrapped his mouth around my cock. Swirling his tongue around the tip, he paused and glanced up the long line of my body as if seeking encouragement.

“You feel so good, babyboy. Keep going,” I whispered.

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