Page 18 of Jace

I step inside, shutting the door, and pull him into my arms without a word. He fits against me, warm and perfect, and for a second, I just breathe him in.

“I needed to see you,” I say, my voice rough, raw. “Shit’s going down with the club, and I… I needed you.”

He pulls back, searching my face, his hands on my chest. “What kind of shit?” he asks, and there’s fear in his eyes, but also that fire, like he’s ready to face it with me.

I hesitate, my instinct to protect him warring with the truth.

But the boy deserves to know, at least enough to understand what he’s in for.

“The Vipers,” I say, my jaw tight. “They’re hitting us, and it’s gonna get ugly. That crash the other night? Might’ve been them. Watching us. Watchingyou.”

His breath catches, and I hate the fear I see flicker across his face.

“Me?” he whispers. “W-w-w-w-why me?”

“Because you’re with me,” I say, cupping his face, my thumbs brushing his cheeks. “And I’m not letting them touch you, Caleb. I swear it. But I need you to know… I’m in deep with you. Deeper than I’ve ever been. And it’s scaring the shit out of me.”

His eyes soften, and he leans into my touch, his hands gripping my wrists.

“I’m scared too,” he admits, his voice trembling but honest. “But I’m in this too, Jace. I don’t know how to stop.”

That’s all I need.

I kiss him, hard and desperate, pouring everything into it—my fear, my need, my fucking heart. He kisses me back, his hands sliding under my shirt, his nails grazing my skin, and it’s like a match to gasoline.

I lift him, his legs wrapping around my waist, and carry him to the bedroom, kicking the door shut. The room’s small, all soft blankets and books, a world so different from mine, but right now, it’s ours.

“You’re mine, boy,” I say, my voice low, commanding, letting my Daddy Dom side take over. “Every inch of you. Say it.”

“I’m yours Daddy,” he breathes, his eyes dark with want, and it’s like a vow.

I kiss him again, slower, guiding him, my hand sliding under his shirt, finding the softness around his waist. He arches intome, his breath hitching as I trail kisses down his neck, my teeth grazing his pulse.

“Good boy,” I murmur, and he moans, a soft, needy sound that drives me wild.

I’m careful, though, keeping my touch firm but not pushing too far. He’s giving himself to me, trusting me, and I’m not gonna fuck that up by going too hard too fast.

My hand slides to his thigh, teasing the edge of his shorts, and I feel him tremble, his hands clutching my shoulders.

“Jace,” he whispers, his voice a plea, and I pull back, searching his eyes. “I know I said I wanted this before. But…”

“Go on,” I say, ready to back off.

“I want it even more now,” Caleb says, a nervous giggle at the end of his sentence.

I smile and nod. The boy knows what he wants. And he’s going to get it too…

In a flurry of movement and limbs, the pair of us strip naked, our hard cocks clashing up against one another as we intertwine our bodies, making them one.

Caleb might be smaller than me, but I can tell by the way that his hands are grabbing at my ass and back that this is a boy who isn’t afraid of some rough and tumble in the heat of the moment.

However if Caleb thinks that he can be in charge of things, he’s got another thing coming…

“Open for Daddy,” I growl, moving myself so that my legs are either side of Caleb’s shoulders as he lies flat on his back. “Suck Daddy’s cock. And that’s an order.”

Caleb’s eyes widen as I hinge my body forward and present my rock-hard cock for his wet, wide open mouth. And Caleb doesn’t hesitate to take each and every inch, even as he coughs and splutters toward the base.

“Now hold still, I’m going to use your mouth,” I say, my voice low and full of serious intent. “And you better do a good job or you’ll be over my lap for another spanking, boy.”

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