Page 158 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“You’d enjoy that.” I winked.

“Not as much as you would.”

“I don’t know.” Insecurities flared again and I did my best to push them away.

“Do you want to stay tonight? We can cuddle on the couch if you want. Or just talk for a while.”

He stood and tugged me to my feet before putting his flannel on. I watched him button the shirt, his nimble fingers deftly moving down the line. What was it about him tonight that aroused me? Oh, I answered my own question. I was currently wearing his handprints along with his strap marks.

“No, but I appreciate the offer. It’s important for Kennedy to rest. I’ll be okay.”

“Text me when you get home.” Alden stepped to my feet and wrapped his arms around me.

“Mmmhmm.”

He wasn’t that much taller than me, but the way he held me made me feel smaller, more vulnerable. I glanced up into his face. He was so good-looking it was easy to see why he had hordes of fans back in his circuit years. Alden kissed my lips once, and I protested when he pulled away. He took my chin in his hand, tipping it so he could kiss me again. His tongue delved into my mouth, something I’d fantasized about but never thought would happen. We kissed and I enjoyed the way he tasted. Mint lingering from the gum he’d been chewing combined with the sweetness of his favorite honey whiskey. I could kiss him forever. Finally, he broke away.

“I’m all in, rebel. Do you hear me? You seem to think this is a one-time thing.”

“I believe you. I do. But I have doubts. Insecurities. The shit I keep away from everyone.”

“Everyone has doubts, Wyatt. Don’t let them give you a reason to throw in the towel.”

“I hear what you’re saying.”

“Take it easy tomorrow. You’ll likely be sore, and not just your ass.”

“I will. Thank you for spanking me. I needed it way more than I’ll ever admit. I probably need one often.”

“What else is on your mind? Tell me because your ass can’t handle another round.”

“Does this mean I can call you Daddy sometimes or was that just a vulnerable moment and you don’t actually–”

“You can call me Daddy,” he said gently, interrupting. “But that means you follow my rules. Come over tomorrow night. We’ll discuss them.”

“I need more time to mull over things.”

“Text me your schedule for the week. This conversation will happen.”

“Fine. I’ll do it when I get home.” Feeling brave, I kissed him. He gave me the moment. I moaned softly into his mouth.

Alden broke the kiss, and patted my cheek. “Don’t overthink.”

“I’ll try not to.”

“Good boy.”

My insides turned to absolute mush when Alden praised me. He hugged me close to him and I melted into his embrace. I’d been an idiot to believe he would have rejected me. He held his cards close to his chest, but underneath the rough surface Alden hid a softer side. When he released me, I let out a small sigh.

“Night.”

“Good night, Wyatt.”

Trepidation filled me. Every nerve in my body protested as I stepped out of his arms and walked to my truck. Alden brought me peace, a serene sense of safety and comfort. I should have taken his offer to stay but it was important for his attention to be on our girl.

Crap. Not our girl yet. But I loved the way it sounded in my head. Hopefully, he’d talk to Kennedy tomorrow about the three of us. Two partners. One dominant. One submissive. And friends to boot. Things were playing out even better than I’d everimagined that they could unfold. If I didn’t let my old patterns creep back into my day to day and wreck everything first.

Chapter Four

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