Page 110 of Born Daddy

Rogan shook his head, chuckling. “Yes. I was. However, I was going to expand on it a bit.”

Tate inclined his head. “How so?”

“For the past couple months, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about us buying a house of our own.”

Tate’s jaw dropped. A house? He thought he might cry from happiness.

“Oh, my God. Really?” Another thought jumped into his head. “Then maybe I should take the job to help pay for it.”

“Sweetheart…” Rogan hugged him close. “No, that’s not what I was getting at.” Rogan let go so he could look into his eyes. “I happened across a place online that’s absolutely charming and in our price range. The only thing, though, is that it needs a bit of fixing-up. Nothing major, only cosmetic. I thought it might be a fun project we could do together.”

“What’s it like? When can we see it? Is it in Braintree?”

Rogan laughed. “It’s small, only two bedrooms and one bath, but I figure we don’t need much square footage. It’s a nineteen forties, and not much different than the style of the lake cabin. Does that sound appealing? I was thinking we could make an appointment Wednesday, since I’m off work early.”

“Then it’s in Braintree?”

He didn’t want to pester, but he was going to faint from curiosity.

“Right, sorry. No, it’s above Boston in Stoneham. I think you’ll love the town, there’s a lot of history to it. A bit of a different vibe than Braintree. Oh, and there’s also a small zoo.”

Tate gasped. “We should totally move there. It sounds wicked cool.”

Rogan grinned, laughing some more. “We should totally go look at it first.”

Tate snorted. “I guess.”

Rogan rubbed noses with him. “I tell you what. Even if we can’t get an appointment for Wednesday, we’ll go to Stoneham and explore, drive by so we can at least see the outside.”

This time, Tate bounced enough that the zing turned into a jolt. He became a cacophony of sensation and emotion—turned on and excited over moving at the same time.

“How will I wait? I don’t think I can stand it.”

Rogan chuckled. “If I’d known you were going to get this worked up, I would’ve held off on telling you. I only brought it up because you said you needed to call the museum back tomorrow.”

Tate blinked several times. Oh yeah. That. “I don’t care about that job anymore. Maybe the zoo has a gift shop?”

“Maybe they do, you never know.” Rogan palmed Tate’s cheeks. “I’m so glad you want to plant roots with me.”

Tate’s jaw went slack. The whole time he’d been stressing over whether Rogan wanted him forever, Rogan had been worrying whether Tate did.

“I never want to be anywhere you aren’t. I’m yours for always, Daddy.”

“And I’m yours for always, too,” Rogan whispered.

He wrapped Tate up in a heated embrace, crushing their mouths together as if sealing their declarations with a kiss.

Rogan broke the connection and locked eyes with him. “I love you so damn much. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“I feel the same about you, Daddy.”

They kissed again, but this time, the heat built between them until Tate was moaning into Rogan’s mouth. Rogan shoved a hand between them, while using the other to brace Tate on his lap. He fumbled with Tate’s sweats, then his own, until both their cocks were freed. The moment he encased them both with his palm, Tate gasped, throwing back his head as he thrust into Rogan’s grip.

His brain shorted out as he gave into the thrill of Rogan’s masterful touch, the ecstasy of their throbbing lengths rubbing together in tandem. With each twist and tug, Rogan brought them closer to the edge. Tate didn’t want it to be over, not yet, but holding back wouldn’t be possible. Not after what they’d just confessed to each other.

“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it.” Rogan picked up the pace, jacking them off with more vigor. “Almost there, give Daddy your cum.”

Tate whimpered and moaned, clutching Rogan’s nape as he matched the rhythm of Daddy’s hand. The moment Rogan’s breath hitched, his cock swelling against Tate’s, Tate let out a yell. Liquid warmth erupted between them, his and Daddy’s cum mixing as they both jerked out their releases.