Page 36 of Step Daddy

Kit scrunched his eyebrows together. “You sometimes don’t feel safe?”

“Absolutely. If I’m not sure my boy is being honest enough with me to let me know he’s in trouble, then it gives me anxiety, potentially puts me at risk for making a mistake with him.”

“Oh. Wow. I hadn’t thought of that.” He grabbed Gareth’s hand. “You said you’d keep me safe. Well, I’ll keep you safe, too.”

Gareth’s breath hitched. He blinked a few times then leaned over the center console and pressed a kiss to Kit’s temple.

“You’re such a sweet boy.”

Kit ducked his head. He had no idea what to say to that.

Gareth curled his fingers around Kit’s nape. “I’m serious. I never say anything just to say it.” He let Kit go. “Now stay where you are and let Daddy come get you.”

Kit’s groin tightened and he had no spit left to utter a sound. Why was it so hot when Gareth said stuff like that? Sure, they should talk. There was a lot to talk about. But how would he be able to concentrate when all he could think of was Daddy taking care of him as his boy, along with whatever that might entail.

The passenger door opened, and Gareth reached across him and unbuckled the seat belt, Kit holding his breath the entire time. Then Gareth offered Kit his hand and helped him from the truck. A part of Kit wanted to know if this was a being a gentleman thing or a Daddy thing. Or was it one of the personal preference things Gareth had talked about?

But mostly, Kit intended to keep his mouth shut. More and more the idea of them sitting down and having a long discussion once they went inside the condo seemed unappealing. Couldn’t they simply go back to the part where Gareth was holding him on his lap?

He trailed behind Gareth as he led Kit by the hand toward the elevators. That could work. If he could crawl into Gareth’s lap and be held by him, he supposed talking wouldn’t be all that bad.

By the time they reached the condo, Kit was shaking. The night was cool, but they’d been in the truck and the club most of the time—and both places had been plenty warm. But he couldn’t seem to stop trembling. Gareth unlocked the door, and with a strong arm draped around Kit’s shoulders, he drew him inside.

Gareth tossed his keys on a console table to the right of the entrance. “Come on. Let’s get you undressed.”

Kit skidded to a stop on the marble entryway floor. “I thought we were talking first?” He squeaked out.

Gareth regarded him with a furrowed brow. Then his mouth went slack. “Oh, shit. Sorry. I’m sure that sounded…abrupt.” He shook his head. “What I meant was let’s get out of these club clothes and into something more comfortable before we start talking.”

Kit ran his fingers through his hair. He needed to calm down. “Of course. My mind is all over the place. I’m not thinking straight.”

They made their way to the hallway leading to the two bedrooms, but before Gareth could disappear into his, Kit tugged on his sleeve. Gareth turned to him.

“What is it, babe?”

“I-I was wondering…Can you hold me on your lap like you did at the club? You know, while we’re talking?”

Gareth stepped closer and brushed his fingertips against Kit’s, the touch teasing yet sweet. “The idea of having a Daddy really appeals to you, doesn’t it?”

Kit licked his lips. “Yes. I want to know everything about it.”

Gareth regarded him in such an intense way, Kit began to feel uncomfortable beneath his stare. He was about to ask him if something was wrong when Gareth spoke.

“Remember how I said you can use your safeword at any time, no matter what it’s regarding?”

Kit swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“Then I’d like to be the one to undress you. It’s not sexual, although I can’t guarantee I won’t get turned on. It’s me taking care of my boy, helping him get comfortable before taking him into the living room so we can cuddle on the couch while we talk.”

Kit wanted that. He wanted it bad. But he had to make sure of one thing. “This isn’t that age play stuff you were showing me on that site, is it?”

“No. Not at all. My Daddy style leans toward a lot of pampering and spoiling, but not in an age play way. I might want to feed or bathe you, but I’m not interested in giving you a sippy cup or having you wear dinosaur pajamas. It’s awesome for those who are into that, but I’ve tried it and it doesn’t excite me as much as simply doting on and caring for my boy.”

“Then, yes. I’d like it if you undressed me…” Kit shifted on his feet. “Uh, Daddy.”

Gareth’s eyes rounded slightly, and Kit could tell he’d struck a nerve. “I take it we’re a green?”

Kit gave Gareth a shy smile. “Green.”

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