Page 20 of Daddy's Little Camping Trip
“This is so good.” It had been a long time since I had real oatmeal—not the kind you poured hot water over, stirred up, and called it good. It was absolutely delicious. “I-I’m glad you invited me over.”
“I’m glad you came. And not just because of how we ended the evening. I really enjoyed talking to you. I think our communication styles fit.”
“I think that’s not all of us that fits.” I grinned. Probably looked ridiculous and not alluring like I intended, but he smiled warmly back at me—and that worked just as well.
“How long do we have to be back?” I wasn’t in a hurry for it to end, but also, we couldn’t hide away forever.
“I think we can probably milk two hours, but anything more than that and we’re going to be missed.”
I stood up, grabbing both bowls. “Two hours? I can think of some things we can do in two hours.”
“I’m sure you can, sweet boy. I’m sure you can.”
Because we were in the middle of the woods, I didn’t dare risk not getting the dishes done right away. This place was perfect, but that didn’t mean ants couldn’t try to get in at any second. There weren’t many dishes—we ate from wooden spoons—and we had everything cleaned up and put away really quickly.
“What should we do now?” He wrapped an arm around my neck and tapped my bottom. “We can have coffee out on the deck then take a shower. Or we can take a shower and then have coffee on the deck.”
“What I’m hearing from you, Daddy,” I teased, “is you wanna have coffee on the deck.” I tapped my nose.
“What gave you that idea? But I’m being honest—I have some pretty fond memories of that deck, and the view is stunning. So, what do you think? We can do something else…”
“What do I think? I think we should take a shower together. And then, if there’s time left over, we can sit on the deck with some coffee.”
“If there is time left over… What does my naughty boy have in mind for that time?”
I leaned in and whispered every single dirty thought I had in my head, holding nothing back.
“You do have the best plans,” he said, took my hand, and led me to the showers.
We quickly learned that my plan was not, in fact, a good one. The hot water was much better than down below, but limited. But that was okay, because he was right. Sitting on the deck withour coffee, snuggled together, watching the world wake up in our own quiet kingdom was perfection.
“Daddy, does it feel like maybe we ended up in the world of the fae or something by accident? Like we’ll see some magical creatures flying around, and time doesn’t exist outside of us?”
“I don’t know about that,” he said. “But when I’m with you, everything feels possible.”
He reached up and patted my head the way I’d told him I liked.
“I feel the same, Daddy G. I feel the same.”
Chapter Sixteen
Gilbraith
During the day before’s flurry of activities, we had spent a little time apart preparing for very special performances. At first, I’d held back, not wanting to subject anyone to my singing voice, but when Quill asked me to “play too,” I agreed, hoping it wouldn’t drive him away to hear me squalling.
To my relief, the daddies were only going to perform one song, and it was in a chorus style, so I could just keep my voice down and hopefully manage to blend in with the others. Most of the talent show was going to be littles displaying their talents in so many areas.
Our dome was such a magical place to spend time together, a home away from home far better than Quill’s buggy tent. From what others were saying, those whose roommates did not leave the door hanging open, they were having a better time.
If we hadn’t agreed to participate, I’d have done my best to convince Quill to spend the rest of the day alone here at the dome, but as he pointed out, people were counting on us to show up. What would happen if everyone decided to stay home in bed? Ms. Lily, our hosts, and everyone else here put a lot of work into the event, and we’d promised to be part of this big finale.
Once we’d made our way back along the trail and reached the campground, we could see that there was no danger of nobody showing up for the talent show. According to the posted schedule, the littles would put on all of their skits and songs and other performances then the daddies would sing as the grand finale.
Sounded like an iffy order to me since the littles were sure to be the stars, but I was being a good sport, ready to participatewith a smile and sing very quietly so as not to offend anyone’s ears.
The campground looked way better to me now than it had when I arrived, everything tinted with a hint of the rosy glow of the man I’d spent the night making love with.
We held hands while walking around the grounds for a bit before someone called for volunteers to help set up the chairs and stage. “Want to do it?” Quill asked, eyes dancing. “I think it will be fun.”
