Page 10 of Deadly Daddy

Soren bumped shoulders with him, reminding Kyson it was his turn.

He bit his bottom lip and carefully pulled a block from the tower. Kyson blew out a sigh when the blocks didn’t collapse. The club went quiet for half a second. Just long enough to pull all eyes toward the door. Beau strolled into the club with a pouty-looking Adan. Littles immediately turned their backs, making it clear they wanted no part of him. Since Jupiter married Boone, all the Littles knew the story of Adan. Everyone liked Jupiter. That meant they hated Adan for loyalty’s sake.

Beau steered Adan toward their group and then left him to sit with Boone, Banks, and Jarek. For a moment, Adan stared at them sullenly. His bright green eyes flashed with resentment. Luca stood and grabbed his backpack, leaving the group without saying goodbye. He headed straight for his daddy. After a moment, Jarek stood, and the pair made their way toward the door. Luca waved over his shoulder. Kyson bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Luca and Boone were friends. He had Luca’s loyalty forever. In no world would Luca play with Adan.

Adan tried to turn away and sit with Beau. Beau swatted him on the butt, sending him away. This time, Adan came back twice as sullen. He plopped down where Luca had been. With his arms crossed over his chest, he stared at the floor.

They exchanged glances.

Soren being Soren, and too nice for his own good, he tried including Adan. “We have a spot open, if you’d like to take Luca’s place.”

Adan narrowed his eyes at Soren. “I don’t need a fat Little, who no one wants, to pity play with me.” He kicked over their Jenga tower.

Fury slammed into Kyson at the hurt on Soren’s face. Soren gathered his things, as if he meant to leave. The rage just kept getting deeper and deeper. All Adan did was hurt people. Kyson fucking hated him.

Something snapped inside Kyson. He was tired of being weak. “Home-wrecking little bitch.” Kyson’s fist shot out and connected with Adan’s eye. It stunned Adan just enough for Kyson to launch himself on Adan. He didn’t stop scratching and hitting him until he was physically lifted away. Rage coated his vision, but he didn’t miss the way Beau sat back, smoking and smiling like the evil bastard he was.

“Take him home.” Banks sounded enraged.

That deflated Kyson and made him realize Shane was the one who held him off the ground. He spotted Soren heading for the door. Kyson twisted. “I’ll go home. Just go after Soren. Adan said something really horrible to him. He needs someone more than me. I’ll behave.” Even Kyson heard the desperation in his voice. He couldn’t let Soren leave upset.

Shane looked visibly torn. Finally, he headed for home with Kyson tucked beneath one arm.

“Seriously, Shane. You can trust me to find my way without you.”

“Hush.” The grumbled word held so much fury, Kyson immediately fell silent. “You just attacked Beau’s boy. If I don’t make a show of this until we’re out of sight, it might be him who comes after you.”

Fuck. Kyson hadn’t thought of that. He dutifully let Shane haul him out of sight. The moment they weren’t visible to the table, Shane set Kyson on his feet. Kyson shooed him away and headed for the safety of home. Reality got a little realer by the second.What the fuck had he just done? What would Beau do? His stomach hurt. With the adrenaline wearing off, he realized a few things hurt. His knuckles ached. There were scratches on his arm. He might have just lost Banks. At just the thought, Kyson’s knees gave out. He sat hard on the coffee table. Kyson couldn’t lose Banks. He had nothing else.

Soren stood in the foyer of The PlayPen and stripped. He couldn’t leave wearing his pajamas. Not only was it nearing record high temperatures for March outside, but he also thought—maybe—he was done. Maybe it was time for the shorts and t-shirt beneath his pajamas to be his full-time persona. Adan was right. No one wanted a fat Little. Every time he came here, he fed into a need that would never be met. All the men here wanted a tiny twink that fit their fantasy’s description. He would never be that. The sad part was, Soren was only unhappy with himself when he was here. Today just proved he needed to give up this dream.

“Where are you going?”

At Shane’s appearance, Soren nearly fell over, trying to get his foot out of his pajamas.

Shane rushed forward to steady him.

Soren couldn’t look at him. “Thanks. I think it’s best if I leave.”

“Why? What did that asshole say to you?”

Soren stayed focused on folding his pajamas and trying to stuff them in his backpack. “Nothing I didn’t already know.”

Shane took away the backpack and the pajamas, forcing Soren to look at him. “Tell me.”

The pleading in his cute hazel eyes only made Soren feel worse. The humiliation was too much. Tears of frustration welled in his eyes, horrifying him beyond reason.

“Tell me,” Shane repeated, sounding like he genuinely cared.

“He said he doesn’t need a fat Little like me, who no one wants, to pity play with him.” Soren’s voice shook with the confession. He fucking hated that. Soren didn’t want to be this person. He wanted to be brave.

Rage flared in Shane’s eyes. That was all the warning Soren got before Shane snagged the front of his t-shirt and hauled him forward. His mouth covered Soren’s. Soren melted. There was no other way to describe what happened to his body. It went limp. Shane’s arms were the only thing keeping him upright. He was everything Soren had fantasized he would be: strong and bold. Soren didn’t even care that it was a pity kiss. His knees shook from the powerful emotions filling his chest. He had wanted this for so long. So much longer than anyone could guess.

Shane pulled away. He swiped the moisture from Soren’s bottom lip while holding his stare. “You should probably knee me in the balls now for manhandling you.”

“I still know Judo.” Soren had no idea why he said such a stupid thing, but his brain refused to work.

A huge smile exploded across Shane’s face. He pressed the pajamas into Soren’s arms. “Put these back on. Don’t you dare let him win. Plus, I imagine Kyson will need you soon. When he fully realizes the ass he just kicked belongs to Beau, he’ll likely crack.”

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