Page 63 of Fitch

He looked at me with a certain fondness that was probably dangerous, but given that we’d just admitted what our daddy/boy relationship meant to us, it was only natural.

I hoped he could see in my eyes how much I liked him, how much I appreciated him and respected him.

“Now, little one, about dinner,” he said. “I have a salad with chicken souvlaki.” He peeled me off him so he could stand. “How does that sound?”

Little one. God, I loved it when he called me that.

But also yes, dinner sounded amazing.

But I followed him into the kitchen. “I thought we could take a moment to appreciate these undies,” I said. “Stegosauruses are my favourite dinosaur, and they fit me so snug.”

I drew the singlet top up past my belly button and did a little twirl for him so he could appreciate the briefs in their entirety. “You like them?”

His gaze raked over me, up and down, missing nothing. “Yes,” he replied. Then his eyes finally met mine. “Very much.”

I gave my dick a little squeeze. “It makes me feel all tingly when you look at me like that, daddy.”

He was about to say something when my phone vibrated with a call. And no oneevercalled, unless it was bad news. There were only two people who it could have been, and we were text-only kinds of guys.

I saw the name onscreen and frowned when I showed it to Dominic. “It’s Benji,” I mumbled, then answered the call. “Hey, wassup? Everything okay?”

“Um,” he replied. “Look, something’s come up and I hate to ask this of you.”

He had my complete, undivided attention. “What is it? You know I’ll do it if I can.”

He sighed. “Well, about my father’s two henchmen that have been chasing me,” he said. “The cops have an idea...”

“I don’t like this,”Dominic said as he fixed my shirt for the third time. He was in his protective-daddy mode and it was kinda hot.

I knew it was out of concern, and that was sweet, but we needed to do this.

Benji needed us, and there was no way me and Ky would let him do this on his own.

“They’re using you as bait,” Dominic grumbled again.

“Well,” I said, trying to add a little levity. “Technically, Benji’s the bait and me and Ky are just side-baits.”

Ky smiled, Benji nodded, but Nolan and Dominic did not find this funny.

“The police will be there,” Nolan said. Again.

I leaned in and up on my tippy toes so I could whisper in his ear. “And you’ll be watching me, so I’ll be fine.”

The cops had a plan, as flimsy as it was, and I was disappointed it wasn’t like the big covert ops in the movies.

We were to play the role of ourselves, in the open, near the bus stop on Oxford. Not our usual corner but for good reason.

Undercover cops would need to be close-by and undetectable. Which was funny because, to me, they stuck out like a sore thumb.

But play our part we did.

It was actually kinda fun, getting to be loud and having a laugh with Benji and Ky. Just like old times. Despite Benji trying not to look around too much and his smile not sitting quite right. He was nervous, understandably so. But he was also the bravest person I knew. He was standing up for himself, standing up to his father.

He was putting faith in the police, which kinda felt wrong to me, but I trusted Dominic. And Nolan, but mostly Dominic.

I could feel him watching me.

Even from the car parked up the street, I knew he was close enough to be with me in just a few seconds if I needed him.

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