Page 32 of Step Daddy

Gareth squeezed Kit’s hand again. “We’re fixing that, though, right? Are you still glad we came—err, uh, are here?”

Jesus.

Kit nodded. “I am. I think this is good for me.” He tore his gaze from the show and turned to Gareth. “Thanks for agreeing to this.”

Gareth gave him a tight smile. The Master had both boys in his clutches by their hair. He’d kiss them each thoroughly, then the humiliation and group sex would commence.

“No worries. Green?”

Already he was tugging on their joined hands and leading Kit back to the main area. Kit was nodding, but also peering over his shoulder as he trailed behind Gareth, dragging his heels a tad. However, if he was being a proper Daddy to Kit—and at this point, who was he fucking kidding, it’s what he was hoping for—then he needed to make sure his innocent baby boy was ready for such an extreme display.

Only when they reached the elevator did the knot forming in Gareth’s stomach ease. He sucked in a breath then regarded Kit.

“For future reference, good boys answer their Daddy right away, and they do so verbally—especially when it’s something as important as a safeword. Okay?”

Kit nodded then stopped himself mid-bob. “Sorry. Yes, Daddy.”

In the brighter spot next to the two elevators, Gareth could easily enjoy the blush crawling up Kit’s neck then staining his cheeks. Gareth cursed the circumstances that didn’t allow him to sneak away and get some quick relief before he came in his damn pants. He hoped the fuckers were tight enough to keep such a thing from happening.

“That’s my good boy.”

In for a penny…

Kit ducked his head and Gareth wanted to give him a big hug. Fuck it. He pulled Kit into his arms and his boy melted, melted, into his embrace. They remained still, Kit with his arms wrapped firmly around Gareth’s waist as Gareth held him in return with equal strength. It was as if all the years that Gareth had been absent from Kit’s life were being made up for, as though the comfort Kit had been denied was finally being shared between them.

Kit lifted his head, gazing at him with such longing, their lips so close that Gareth could easily steal a kiss. But he couldn’t. Not now. Not like this.

Gareth angled his head back to squash the temptation and gave Kit a soft smile, brushing some loose strands of hair from his forehead. However, he didn’t want him to feel as if he were being rejected.

“You’re beautiful. I want you to know that.”

Kit’s eyes shone, tears on the verge of falling before he pressed his cheek to Gareth’s chest. The elevator arrived and Gareth kept his arm wrapped around Kit’s shoulders as he guided him inside. They had a lot of talking to do later. Right now, though, they needed to bask in the moment. This silent understanding that they both desired the same thing.

Each other.

Gareth whispered in his ear, “Still green? It’s okay if the answer’s no. Just know that it’s always an acceptable answer.”

“Still green. I need to be here with you like this right now.”

That’s what he thought, but it didn’t hurt to get verification. If this was happening, really happening, it would take him a while before he could read his boy. And even then, verbal check-ins would still be required. A flutter of excitement coursed through him, the promise that maybe they were on their way to embarking on an amazing, life-changing course.

When the doors slid open, they were greeted with a group of five men waiting their turn to get on board. They stepped aside to allow Gareth and Kit to pass, and their hungry eyes on Kit made Gareth even more glad he was holding Kit to his side, rather than by his hand only.

It wasn’t that crowded on the demonstration floor, at least not yet. A little after nine was still pretty early for Vegas nightlife, so it would get a lot crazier later. Now that Gareth was allowing his Daddy out to play for real, he was even more on alert when it came to Kit’s wellbeing. If Daddy decided the atmosphere was too much for his boy, then they’d have to go home.

As Gareth glanced over the schedule that was displayed on an easel outside a small sitting area—putting in for one of the private rooms on the third floor entered his mind. He quickly pushed the thought aside. Kit needed a bit of an education first to discover if this was a world he was truly interested in. Nurturing would also be needed. Sex and doing a scene could wait—even if it killed Gareth.

Kit pointed to the figging demo. “Is this what Master Reg was talking about?”

Gareth needed to tread lightly. Shooting down everything Kit was curious about was not a healthy approach, either. He had to figure out how to balance his notoriously protective nature—that seemed to have multiplied to the tenth power with Kit—with encouragement to be open to new things.

“Yes. Have you heard of it before?”

“No.” Kit peered up at him. “It sounds like baking cookies or something.”

Gareth snort-coughed. “I’m not gonna even touch that comment.”

Kit sighed, his head dropping. “I know I must sound like such an idiot. I didn’t dare say anything in front of your friend. I don’t want to embarrass you.”

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