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“Green,” he said, but his lip trembled.

“Then why does that make you upset?” I’d seen the flare of arousal in his eyes when I’d first mentioned it and didn’t think it was the spanking.

He was silent for a moment, but then he leaned against my chest. “I’ve never felt safe. Not ever. I remember feeling safermany times, like at work, for example, but that was because I was with another group of people that had to be kept safe.” His fingers went to my shirt, playing with the buttons. “I’ve neverfelt safe because another person wanted to make sure I was, just me.”

“I suppose,” I said honestly. “That this isn’t pc or whatever shit I’m supposed to say, but the fact is, you belong to me. You agreed to be my boy, which means I’m a hundred percent responsible for my most precious possession. Safety is the least of what that means.” I huffed. “And if I’d have gotten my thumb out of my ass and told you at the wedding, I wouldn’t have just had the worst two weeks of my life.”

Calvin was silent for a moment, and I worried I might have come on too strong, but he rubbed his cheek on my chest like a cat and I assumed it was for comfort. I hoped it was. “I’ve spent the last eighteen years protecting complete strangers,” I said. “How much more do you think I’d try for someone that belongs to me?”

“I don’t think I was ready at the wedding,” he admitted.

I hugged him tighter, if that was possible, then stood and sat him back on the sofa. “I’m going to assume that means you’re ready now, but as the saying goes, actions speak louder than words.” I went into his bedroom, then walked over to the plastic drawers and, pulling open the second one, I found Calvin’s pj’s and had him changed quickly. Then I heated the pizza and pulled Calvin back onto my lap to feed him.

“Am I always going to sit on your lap?” Calvin asked in wonder.

I pressed a kiss to his head as an answer because I assumed it was more of a rhetorical question. When he was full, I took him to the bathroom, waited until he’d peed, then washed his hands and left him brushing his teeth while I saw to myself. Then I made sure he lay on the comfiest bit of the mattress and curled my body around him. I didn’t have any condoms with me and while I wanted nothing more than to make his body sing, tomorrow was going to be a long day.

“What time are the moving people coming tomorrow?” I needed to sort that out.

Calvin paused, then snuggled back against me. “I’m renting one of those little trucks. I don’t have a car. Alan from work is going to give me a hand with the bed and the sofa.”

I didn’t reply, and made sure I didn’t react. Even though it was only nine p.m., Calvin was out like a light in a few minutes. I waited until I was sure he would stay asleep and then got up and let myself into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind me. I didn’t call Ricky this time; I called Chris. “Saul?” he answered quickly.

I didn’t beat around the bush. “Were you aware Calvin is intending on hiring a small truck, loading his gear with the help of one guy from his work tomorrow, and driving it himself?”

Chris was silent for a couple of heartbeats. “We offered to send a moving company, but he said he had it covered.” There was no justification in his words, more discomfort. I sighed because I could imagine there was no way Calvin would admit he needed help. Not even to Ricky. “What do you need?” Chris said softly.

“He’s moving in with me,” I said, almost daring him to object. “But I need at least two more guys here tomorrow by ten at the latest. I also need Ricky to go to my house,” and I rattled off the door code. “I need a stocked refrigerator with whatever Calvin likes and the bed made fresh…” I sighed. “Ricky will know. Make it welcoming. Whatever he needs. Money is no object.”

“No,” Chris almost growled. “It isn’t.” I sighed, knowing Chris and I were on the same page at last.

“I’m going to need a few days to settle him in, and I know they’ve got an office at your building, but we’ll talk after. Let me get him safe and comfortable first.”

“You got it, Sergeant,” Chris replied.

And yes, for once, I thought I had.

Chapter seventeen

Calvin

Iwoke to the most incredible feeling of my life and quickly worked out that the heat from my very hard cock was entirely due to Saul’s lips being wrapped around it. I groaned and came awake fully, my hands just able to reach the head resting between my legs. “Daddy,” I breathed, everything inside me deliciously tight and already pulsing.

He hummed in approval but didn’t stop and I could rapidly feel everything building. “Daddy,” I repeated, and he lifted up briefly.

“Color?”

“Green.” He bent back down, and I had a passing thought that I would rather go with something different because I hated green, when every feeling I had seemed to coalesce somewhere in my cock. Or maybe my balls, I didn’t know. It was this urgent sense of deliciousness and perfection. That everything came right all at once.

But then he did something with his tongue that made my whole body burn and lift like I wasn’t on the same planet. I squeezed my eyes shut and took in the pleasure that rocked through me. And it seemed to go on for a really long time.

At some point, however many millennia afterwards, I was still on my awful mattress, but I was encased in Daddy’s strong arms so tightly I could barely breathe. But that was okay because oxygen, compared to the out-of-body experience I’d just had, was so overrated.

I knew I should offer something in return, but after a moment Daddy chuckled. “Did you enjoy that?”

“That’s like giving someone fish eggs over Jello.”

It took him a moment. “Caviar?”

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