Page 5 of In Daddy's Care

Well, goddamn. That didn’t go as planned.

Once again, Izzie took the reins. “We can fall on our face together tomorrow. I don’t know how to do any style of dancing, but that doesn’t stop me.”

Shane wished he knew what to say. He wasn’t kind like his sister. Shane wasn’t good at being soft. Soren needed someone gentle and loving to care for him. Shane didn’t know how to be those things. Not once in his life had it mattered. It did now.

Meeting Shane’s sister and future sister-in-law had Soren chipper as hell. He had been so scared they would hate him, but they were both so, so amazing. Soren couldn’t wait to see them again. For now, they had to get settled.

When Shane invited him on the trip, he had made sure Soren had understood everything was on Shane’s dime. He hadn’t really thought about sleeping arrangements. It seemed they had one room. Soren tried not to overthink that, but he turned into a nervous Chatty Cathy on the way upstairs.

“I wasn’t joking earlier. Why do your sister and her fiancé both look like they belong on the cover of a magazine?”

Shane flashed him a smile. “Izzie would love to hear you say that. As for Anna, like I said, she’s a sideline reporter for the L.A. Apollos. She’s expected to be the epitome of what men want to see. Unfortunately, that’s exactly why Izzie and she are just now getting married. They’ve been together forever, almost since right after Izzie moved to this side of the country, but Anna never would’ve been successful in her field as an out and proud lesbian. She’s smart and badass, but no one cares. All anyone sees is her looks.”

“So Izzie has been a secret all this time?” The idea of that hurt Soren’s chest.

“Not really. Anna has never hidden Izzie. They own a house together and do everything together. But they also weren’t out in the open with things. I guess it was a sort of a don’t ask don’t tell situation.”

Shane shrugged as he let them into their room. “She’s pretty settled in her career now. Her credentials speak for themselves. Obviously, Izzie has been more than patient. I guess it was finally time.”

When the door swung wide, Soren’s nerves settled. It was a suite. He could sleep on the couch. No need to overthink. “Well, I think they’re amazing. Thank you so much for inviting me and sharing your family with me.”

“Don’t get too excited. You haven’t met any of Anna’s family. They’re all retired, career military. I’m never been sure how they feel about my brightly colored sister.”

Soren dragged his suitcase to the window and left it before pulling back the curtains to look out. “This place is gorgeous. I can’t imagine what they’re paying to have a wedding here.”

“I’m paying for everything. It was a lot, but it’s worth it to see Izzie happy and it’s not like I’ll ever need to pay for my own wedding.”

Shane made the claim so dismissively as he took off his shoes—like he had no thoughts on a loving future. Soren didn’t know how to respond. Shane didn’t give him time.

“Come on. We need to get dressed for dinner.”

Soren nodded and peeled off his backpack. He felt a lot better about this trip since meeting the brides, but he was still nervous. If what Shane said was true about Anna’s family, he was likely doomed for them to hate him. Still, he was here for Shane. That was all. His gaze slid toward the window. There was an amusement park nearby. It wasn’t open this time of year, but Soren was already making plans inside his head. He would check prices while he was here. Maybe this could be his next vacation.

Chapter Four

Shane didn’t know whyhe was worried about Soren. He couldn’t recall anyone ever disliking the guy except Beau’s ex, Adan. Then it likely wasn’t hatred as much as Adan believing he was better than everyone else. Otherwise, Soren was also very chameleon-like. He fit with everyone. His self-deprecating humor seemed to be irresistible. The craziest part was, Shane honestly believed Soren didn’t realize he constantly talked down on himself to lift others up. Other people definitely didn’t notice. They only saw someone incredibly accepting and kind. Shane had been one of those people who only saw him that way before today. Now he couldn’t stop hearing every time Soren made himself lesser.

Anna’s cousin, Bronx, had been seated to Soren’s left. The clean-cut navy boy dominated Soren’s attention. Shane couldn’t hear what they talked about over Bronx’s nonstop obnoxious laughter. The longer the dinner dragged on, the drunker Shanegot. He tried to smile each time anyone spoke to him or when Izzie looked his way. Otherwise, all he could do was toss back liquor and strain to hear what Bronx said to keep Soren so engrossed. He didn’t want to be enraged, but he was. Soren’s attention belonged to him. It was one thing for Soren to spend time with Kyson. But Shane was accustomed to Soren’s gaze being locked on him. Shane fucking hated this.

People stood, leaving their empty plates behind. “Thank fuck.” Shane kept the words under his breath, but Soren still eyed him as if he had heard. Everyone said their goodnights and headed for the elevator. Soren kept watching him. Concern etched his features. Shane wished that cooled his irritation. It didn’t. He had moved past reason. Soren was always so shy when Shane tried to touch him, yet he had laughed nonstop with another man all night. Why hadn’t he blushed with Bronx? That question burned all the way through their silent elevator ride.

Soren finally broke under the cloud of Shane’s bad mood. “Why are you mad at me? Did I embarrass you at dinner? I know I can be too loud sometimes. That’s why I try so hard to be quiet. I can be quieter tomorrow.” Soren made the claim just as Shane let them inside their room.

Shane snapped. He snatched Soren off his feet, holding him nose to nose. “Who told you you’re too loud? I’ll kill them.”

Instead of looking scared, as he should, there was a different emotion staring back at him. Shane’s knees weakened. Lust nearly took him down. Then Soren touched his lips to Shane’s—gently. Sweetly. There was nothing sweet about the things Shane wanted to do to Soren. A dark hunger lived in Shane.He had watched Soren for too long. Shane wouldn’t know peace again until he had him. He took control, kissing Soren the way he wanted. Shane didn’t hold back. He poured every ounce of hunger he felt into it. Shane changed his hold.

Soren wrapped his legs around Shane’s waist.

Shane squeezed Soren’s ass, massaging it as he headed for the bedroom. Their ragged breathing was the only sound in the room. He took Soren down on the bed much harder than intended. Shane heard the breath leave him on impact. Soren didn’t stop him. Shane kissed his way down Soren’s body, tearing at his clothes. Shane took off his shirt so Soren wouldn’t feel exposed. Even in his enraged and inebriated state, he understood the way Soren’s mind worked.

“Please?” The trembling plea had Shane slowing. He realized how violent he had become. Soren wasn’t used to this side of him—the side that had been hired by Beau Bosi. He moved back to Soren’s mouth, distracting him with kisses while undressing him. By the time he had them nude, sweat already coated his skin from the fight to go slow. Thankfully, he had dropped his bag next to the bed earlier, making it easier for him to grab the lube and a condom.

Soren looked turned on, yet terrified and also like he fought the urge to cover his body while Shane rolled the condom down his length.

Shane rolled to his back, bringing Soren with him. Soren looked more than a little surprised to find himself straddling Shane.Shane fought the urge to take what he wanted. “Don’t worry. You’re in control. We’ll go at your pace.”

His aroused flush turned beet red as Soren fumbled to position Shane’s cock against his asshole. Shane ground his back teeth, trying for a patience he didn’t possess. Soren’s discomfort made Shane realize something. He didn’t want to be in control. Soren needed Shane to take every decision from him. He felt right in those Little pajamas for a reason. This wasn’t him.

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