Page 4 of Dangerous Daddy

He wasn’t quite that big. “Would you like to see my place?”

“Sure.” He set the bottle aside and pressed his hand against his forehead. “Whoa. Maybe not tonight, though.”

Axton couldn’t stop smiling. He couldn’t explain why he was having so much fun, but he hadn’t been this happy in a long time. Maybe it was because Adan officially knew him better than anyone and still wanted to be around him.

Adan swayed.

Axton jumped into action. “I’ve got you.” He swept Adan off his feet.

A loud laugh burst from Adan. “Wow. Big and strong.”

Axton shook his head. “Where are we headed? The couch or the bed?”

For a moment, Adan stared up at him—like having an existential crisis.

An uncomfortable laugh escaped Axton. They were simply standing there, and he wasn’t sure Adan hadn’t checked out.

His laughter seemed to shake Adan from his frozen state. “Do you want to take me to bed?”

It was Axton’s turn to internally panic. He didn’t know the right answer. Did he want to take Adan to bed? That obviously wasn’t what he meant, but Adan had asked, and now Axton didn’t know how to answer. Adan was beautiful, and Axton liked him better than most people. It was possible Adan’s whole Little thing had stopped him from seeing Adan sexually, but now that he had been asked directly, he couldn’t say he didn’t want Adan. Fuck. Did he want Adan? He smelled good, and Axton was always ridiculously happy to see him. In fact, Axton woke up every day and plotted excuses to see him. Goddamn. He wanted the guy.

Axton shook his head, coming back to himself. As he focused on Adan, a chuckle escaped him. He was dead to the world. “Bed, it is.”

He headed for the bedroom. It was a mess. Axton wasn’t surprised. Adan seemed very chaotic. The unmade bed made it easier for Axton to tuck him beneath the covers. For a moment, he simply stared at Adan, trying to figure out what he should do now. Adan looked kind of overheated. He uncovered him. There. The kitty pajamas should be enough. He gently removed the kitten ears headband and set it aside.

With nothing left to do, Axton moved through Adan’s apartment, doing everything he would before going to bed at home. He made Adan a glass of ice water and left a few Tylenol next to it. With that out of the way, he found Adan’s phone and plugged it in. He pulled out his phone and texted Adan so he would see it in the morning.

Axton:Fucking lightweight, I showed myself out. If you’re serious about seeing my place, I’ll see you tomorrow night at six. You’ll probably be reading this tomorrow, so tonight. Six. 1436 Shoreline Rd. If you can’t make it, let me know. Fuck. You don’t have a ride. Change of plans. I’ll be here at six. If you don’t want to come, let me know before then.

Axton stared at his rambling text. None of that was necessary. He hit send nonetheless and then laughed at himself. It had been like five minutes since he decided he wanted to fuck Adan and he was already a mess. Goddamn. The entire situation was just dumb as hell. He had no plans to stop.

Chapter Three

They were alone. Itwas like something out of Adan’s nightmares. Wednesdays were always dead, but this was insane. Beau sat in the corner. Adan tried desperately to ignore the eyes that followed his every move. He wiped down counters and swept nonexistent crumbs. More than once, Adan considered calling Wrecker and pleading for help, but he couldn’t put anyone else in danger.

“You’ll get that boy killed.”

Nothing else could have pulled a response from Adan. Adan’s head shot up and his gaze locked with cold brown eyes. He refused to be weak. “Which boy? You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Don’t play dumb. Axton owes his freedom to me. I’d hate for him to turn up dead now.”

Adan should have seen this coming. That didn’t make it hurt less. He would keep Axton safe but knowing that was his only choice hurt. The pain made him lash out. “How pathetic you must be to need to kill someone to stop any chance of competition.”

Beau leaned back and eyed him. “So you are fucking him.”

A pain bloomed between Adan’s eyes. He pinched the spot, hoping to ease the pressure. “I’m not fucking anyone.” He dropped his hand. “Why do you care anyhow? It’s not like we were ever real.”

“You know that’s not true. I love you.”

Adan snorted so hard, it hurt. “This isn’t what love looks like, Boo.” Adan wanted to bite off his tongue. The nickname he had always used for Beau when they were alone rolled so easily off his tongue. Beau’s triumphant expression made him want to puke. At least he hadn’t accidentally called him Daddy.

“You’ve always been fanciful. True love looks ugly more often than you think.”

He was so goddamn tired. “I don’t want your ugly love.” Even Adan heard the exhaustion in his voice.

“I don’t remember you having complaints when you were getting everything you wanted.”

Adan held his stare. “When was that? It seems to me you bought a lot of things for you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have spent several weeks homeless. I wouldn’t have been forced to scrounge for food and hide just so I could sleep. You didn’t give me anything except pain.”

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