Page 17 of King Daddy

As if Beau read his mind, Kylo found himself beneath him. He held Kylo and rocked inside him at the perfect angle to protect his wound while ensuring maximum pleasure. Kylo had known he would be talented. Age almost always brought skill.

“Daddy.” Kylo heard the pleading in his voice. He didn’t care how desperate he sounded. Beau had him on the edge, and Kylo was ready to tear at his skin. He was on the precipice of crying. That was how badly he wanted to blow.

“Daddy has you.” Beau stroked Kylo’s cock, sending him flying.

A loud cry tore from Kylo, assaulting his ears. Kylo couldn’t stop. His hips lifted, leaning into the powerful orgasm.

“Fuck.”

The sexy, deep “fuck” took him all the way out this time. Rhythmic whimpers wouldn’t stop leaving his lips.

Beau released a loud moan that almost sent Kylo straight into another orgasm. He was real life porn. Beau was a whole-ass show as he came. Kylo simply held on and watched as Beau went through the stages of coming. His face somehow hardened even more than when he had told Kylo he belonged to him. He made sounds that were straight-up hot. Finally, his muscles relaxed. His expression softened, and he held Kylo’s stare as he lowered his head. Kylo’s throat swelled as the sweetest kiss he ever experienced swiped his lips. If this wasn’t real, Kylo wouldn’t make it. He had waited and ached for exactly this for too long. Kylo needed someone to love him. Otherwise, he would wither away.

Chapter Six

Beau couldn’t sleep ifhis life depended on it. The steady sound of Kylo’s breathing and his warmth on Beau’s chest kept his heart in his throat. He had spent so many years immersed in his anger. Beau had lost this. It was peace, contentment, and a seed of something beautiful. That was all Kylo. His light outshone Beau’s darkness.

Kylo shifted in his sleep.

Beau closed his eyes. He didn’t want Kylo to stay awake because he was.

Kylo kept moving, sneaking from the bed.

Beau peeked open one eye. Kylo practically danced around in place while hunting for something easy to wear. Finally, hesnatched up Beau’s dress shirt and slipped it on. Beau’s breath caught. He was beautiful. Kylo belonged to him. He eyed the room. Beau smiled. He knew he could tell Kylo where to find the bathroom, but he enjoyed watching him without Kylo knowing. Beau nearly gave himself away when Kylo simply started opening doors. He fought a laugh at the second closet he found and the muted growl Kylo released. His heart stopped when he grabbed the next doorknob.

Kylo pulled open the door and froze. For much longer than necessary, Kylo stood in the open doorway. Several nightlights around the room illuminated its purpose. Kylo stepped inside.

There had never been any avoiding this. Beau slipped from the bed and found a pair of pajama pants and followed. He watched Kylo turn in a circle in the center of Adan’s old playroom.

Kylo didn’t jump when he spotted Beau. He didn’t seem surprised at all, but that was Kylo. Nothing seemed to shock him. “I’m not your first Little.”

He turned on the light for Kylo. “No.” No matter what, Beau wouldn’t lie to Kylo. He wanted a life with him. Lives weren’t built on falsehoods.

Kylo sat on the swing of the indoor swing set and focused on Beau. “From what I saw online, your wife hasn’t been gone long enough to accumulate this much stuff. It had to have taken years.”

“Ten, to be exact.” He saw all the questions in Kylo’s eyes, and he didn’t make him ask. “Yes, I had a lover living in my wife’s home. No, she didn’t like it. She refused to give me what I wanted, so I refused to give up Adan.”

“What did she refuse to do?”

“Get clean.”

A sad smile passed over Kylo’s lips. “Been there. The only years my mom actually lived with me were the ones at the height of her addiction. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” He glanced around. “I guess this explains why your sons looked horrified by me. No doubt they hate seeing you with another Little after that.”

Beau moved deeper into the room and sat on the small coloring table. He knew the large, round table was sturdy enough to hold him. “They’re not horrified by you. They just hate me. I’ve been working on it, but I think I’m wasting my time. Some things can’t be fixed. They blame me for their mom’s death.”

Kylo nodded and then promptly disagreed. “I don’t think it’s unfixable. Your boys had to know she was an addict. God knows I knew my mom was one.”

“I stole Adan from Boone. Then he tried to kill himself, and that still wasn’t enough to make me stop punishing everyone.”

Kylo’s expression gave nothing away. If he thought—like everyone else—that Beau was a piece of shit, he didn’t show it. Beau held his breath, expecting anything. Finally, a bitter-sounding laugh escaped Kylo. He stared at nothing. “I tried my ass off to steal Reggie from my mom.”

The confession shocked Beau, but only because he hadn’t expected it. He had known there was something between Reggie and Kylo, in spite of Kylo saying they had never been a couple. Beau just hadn’t decided what it was. He held his breath, hoping Kylo kept going.

Kylo didn’t disappoint him. He set the swing in motion, gently moving as he spoke—like comforting himself. “I was a teenager when Mom found herself getting less and less work because of her habit. So I finally had the mom I always wanted, except it wasn’t at all what I wanted. She was angry and awful. All the fucking time because she never slept unless she dropped.”

Beau didn’t want to hear this part. “You don’t have to explain. I’ve lived it.”

Kylo nodded. “It’s exhausting. If Reggie hadn’t come to live with us, I don’t know what would’ve happened. He got her in hand.” Kylo stopped swinging and held Beau’s stare. “Back then, I didn’t know he was her dealer. But you can’t make money from a dead addict or one who can’t work because they’re too fucked up.”

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