Page 7 of A Little Discovery

Although, there’s no guarantee that Toby and Shiloh won’t get curious and open the box before I get home. I tried to plan it so the delivery would arrive after I do, but there’s no guarantee.

“Do you have anything to declare?” the tired woman asks me. I answer “No” and get my stamp and go on about my day. Stan has been there for twenty minutes declaring everything and making the agent’s day miserable. He’s finally cut loose after another minute, and immediately starts complaining that they confiscated things from him.

“I told you to ship the food stuff,” I say as we start walking through the airport trying to find our gates. “You did this to yourself. Now, you don’t have time to have a decent meal with your newest bestie before we are tragically separated by fate.”

I throw the back of my hand against my forehead in my most dramatic damsel pose and laugh when he shoves me to get me moving again. I hate to say it, but I am going to miss the guy. He’s definitely not a little, like I want in my life, but I’ve been around him enough to say he’s a strong contender for a middle. He needs a guide, not a keeper. I’m a full-time Daddy, but for Stan I’ve adopted a kind of big brother role.

“I still say you should abandon that small fry city and come to the A.T.L.,” he mutters as we reach his gate first. “I got way too used to you keeping me on track this month. My mom got used to the regular calls.”

I laugh because it’s kind of true. His mother wanted a call every day. The surprise and joy in her voice on the fourth day was hilarious to me. I was included in the calls most days purely because I stayed in the room. It was selfish of me, but I miss having a mother’s love. Having Mrs. Sinclair essentially adopt me over the course of the program was a wonderful side effect of getting Stan as a roommate.

“At least now, you’ll be in the same city and she can come find you to beat some sense into you when you forget,” I remind him, pushing him to the gate since his flight just started boarding. “Text me when you land, dude.”

“Yes, Dad,” he says with a huff. I chuckle because he knows what I’m into. He found out I was a Daddy the first night when I was getting on him to pick up after himself. The look of surprise on his face when he realized was priceless.

Once Stan is out of sight, I head for my own gate. I have about an hour before boarding will start, so I power on my cell phone to check my messages. I say a prayer of thanks to the heavens that I put my phone on silent before turning it off because Holy Toledo, there are a lot of messages. The group chat for the house is going insane.

Eric:

So is the cutie joining us?

Toby:

I dunno. Eli kicked us out of the bar.

Shiloh:

He seems sad

Me:

What’s going on? What cutie?

For Eli to close the bar at barely ten on a Thursday night means something serious. As one of the three resident Doms of Kink Manor, I have a need to know what happened to make him shut down early.

Toby:

DADDY SPENCE! Just the man we need!

Scott:

Down, puppy! Let Eli chime in before you get your hopes up.

Jace:

Do you think he forgives me for scaring him?

Scott:

Of course, TB. He knows you didn’t mean it.

Toby:

But seriously…Spence, remember that party?

Eli:

Tobias! Knock it off!

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