Page 42 of The Trailer Park Twink
“Huh?”
He wipes his mouth. “I want you to grab a pair of shorts and put them on, then meet me out front. I’ve got something special planned.”
“Does it involve me sitting on your cock? Because I’ll be honest, Dallas. Right now I don’t honestly give a fuck about anything else.” He gently pops my ass, making me squeak. “What the fuck was that for?”
“Because I can. Now, be my good boy, put on a pair of shorts, and meet me out front. I had an idea about how to make this work when I was in town, and if I don't stop myself now, we'll be in here all night. It's important, baby.”
My head immediately goes to wedding rings, but that’s ridiculous, because he’s still married to my mother, and we haven’t even started officially dating. Wait . . . have we? Are we boyfriends now? Oh, maybe that’s what he’s wanting to ask. Maybe he’s ready to make us Facebook official. A pipedream, probably, but my Daddy works in the oilfield, so he knows all about laying pipe; dreams or otherwise.
“Yes, sir,” I answer, standing and rushing toward the bedroom.
“Wait,” he calls out, stopping me before I make it to the hall. When I look over my shoulder, he’s blatantly staring at my ass. “Let me see it again.”
“See what, sir?” Am I playing coy? Probably, but Daddy’s eating it up, if the way he’s licking his lips obscenely is any indication.
“Austin,” he warns. “Bend over and show it to me.”
Blushing brightly, I’m sure, I do like Daddy asks, and I bend over, grabbing my ankles and everything, just to make him proud. “Do you like it, sir?”
He stands and makes his way to me, his hand gently caressing the left cheek. “So fucking pretty. It needs to be filled, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
“Be my good boy tonight, and I promise, I’ll give you whatever you want. You have my word.” His lips press a trail of tender kisses up and down my spine, and he gently pats my ass, letting me know he’s ready for me to go get dressed.
When I exit the cabin, my heart flutters a little, because Dallas is bent over, wearing only a pair of white shorts. The material is thin, essentially threadbare, leaving nothing to the imagination. There’s a small fire pit around a circle of sawn logs, just a few yards from the lake shore. With the way the lakeis set up, the place is pretty much private. There are a handful of other cabins, but only one or two look to be in use. There aren’t a whole lot of lights around the lake, and our cabin is shielded by shrubbery and a canopy of trees, but the fire pit is out in the open, and I’m sure it’ll be bright enough to light us up for the neighbors. It sucks, because I’d really like to cuddle up next to him, skin on skin, completely bare, but I’m guessing Daddy doesn’t want to catch a public indecency charge.
Once the fire is lit, he takes a seat on one of the logs and pats his lap. At least he isn’t opposed to cuddles. I rush over and launch myself at him like a torpedo, giggling like a maniac when he catches me and places me on his lap. Dallas reaches down beside him and pulls out a bottle of pink champagne.
“You can get tipsy, but I don’t want you getting drunk. I won’t have sex with you if you’re drunk, Aussie . . . and I really, really want to have sex with you tonight.”
“You do?”
His cock twitches against my ass. “I already told you I did.”
“I know,” I agree, snatching the champagne and taking a swig from the bottle. “But I wanted to hear it again.”
“Do you not believe me?”
I shake my head. “I’ve just wanted this for so long, it’s hard for me to believe it’s real.”
“Aussie, I got you tattooed on my ass. Trust me, it’s real You’re making me feel things I ain’t ever felt before. All my life,it’s like I’ve been living in a world without color. Then I found out how you felt, and I let myself feel it, and there are all these new shades I’ve never seen before.” He looks at me, and there’s this intensity I’ve never felt flickering between us.
I lean in and give him a quick kiss. “What was the big surprise you mentioned earlier?”
“You have the patience of a chihuahua.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, but keeps it hidden in his hand. He’s holding on so tightly his knuckles go white, and he just keeps staring at me with a look I can’t read. “Do you like it here? At the cabin, I mean.”
“Yeah. It’s cute. Rustic. I really like that it’s not nine-thousand degrees outside like back home.”
“Do you think you’d want to stay here for a while?”
“Like . . . live here?”
He opens his hand to reveal a key. “I’ve had a second key ever since Dad died. I never felt right letting Shelly have a copy. I worried she might give it to one of her junkie friends from the trailer park and start renting it out as a tourist destination or something. I didn’t trust her, but I trust you. Probably more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. You wouldn’t lie to me like she does. You wouldn’t keep me in the dark.”
The words are like a punch to the gut, because they just remind me of all the secrets I’ve kept to get us here. The tactics entailed to secure this new dynamic of our relationship. Liestold. Truths hidden. All for Daddy. I regret nothing, but I know I can’t build a relationship based on half-truths and omissions.
“Dallas, I . . . I don’t know what to say. You really want to live here? With me?”
