Page 17 of Bleed for You
“I am.” A hand slid down his arm to his hand, then their fingers entwined. “Am I what you’re looking for?”
Craig nodded. “I don’t know much…”
“We’ll figure it out. There’s no rush, is there? We’ve just met. Let’s get to know each other first.”
Craig had let Jinx lead him to a table away from everyone. He’d taken the seat next to Craig, had kept their hands together, smiled when Craig seemed hesitant to talk. He’d talked about his job, which at first had made Craig sit back in surprise. A grave digger? It was one of those jobs you never really thought about, and he’d told Jinx, who had chuckled as he’d nodded.
“Yeah, I get that, but you can’t dig out a grave with only a mini excavator. The ground needs to be prepared first, the sides stabilized. After the funeral, we need to cover up, you know.”
“I’m a draftsman.”
“Like an architect?”
“Not quite. Architects design buildings of all types, from tiny houses to towering skyscrapers and everything in between. Draftsmen turn the architect's ideas into highly detailed, technical drawings used to construct the buildings. So similar, but not.”
“I can’t even draw stick figures.” Jinx had laughed, but his eyes had remained fixed on Craig. They’d talked for a while, then Jinx had leaned closer and kissed Craig, who responded immediately. God, the man could kiss, and Craig had swooned, actually swooned. He was certain he’d made some embarrassing sounds, but all Jinx had done was pull him closer.
They’d left not long after, and Craig had spent most of the night fucking Jinx. And yes, the man could fuck as well, and then when they’d talked about Jinx being Craig’s Daddy… perfect. Except for the commitment side of things. Well, he kinda was committed to Craig. They were still together two years later. The sex was still amazing, and Jinx was still the best Daddy.
But he wanted more. Was he being greedy for wanting more?
He let Jinx wash him, then turned around and sighed when Jinx kissed him soft and gentle on the lips. After switching theshower off, Jinx dried them both, then walked Craig into his room. “Ready?”
Craig nodded and watched Jinx get his boy briefs, T-shirt, and dungarees out of the closet. Craig smiled when Jinx dressed him, and let the change move over him. “Daddy.”
“Hungry, Dalton?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Jinx took hold of Dalton’s hand and led him out of his bedroom and down the stairs. In the kitchen, Jinx helped Dalton into his highchair and made sure he was secure, then went about making Dalton’s breakfast. Dalton watched, his legs swinging, a smile on his face. Jinx put some bread in the toaster, then grabbed the butter and Dalton’s favorite topping, chocolate spread.
Jinx came over and kissed Dalton’s head, murmuring, “good boy for being patient. Your toast will be ready soon and with chocolate, too.”
“Yummy!” Dalton grinned, then sighed when Jinx pecked his cheek and ruffled his hair. He watched Jinx spread butter and chocolate spread on his toast then cut it up into small pieces. He placed the plastic plate with Dalton’s food on his highchair, then poured some milk into Dalton’s favorite sippy cup. Jinx brought his own toast over and sat next to Dalton, watching him eat.
Dalton chewed his toast, smearing chocolate around his lips, then smiled when he saw Jinx’s arched eyebrow. “Nice?”
Dalton nodded and shoved another piece of toast in his mouth. “Nishe,” he mumbled around a mouthful of food.
“Not too much, Dalton. You don’t want to choke on your food.”
Dalton stopped shoving more toast in his mouth and chewed his food before swallowing. He only put one piece in the next time, chewed it properly before swallowing. Jinx watched and nodded, then sipped his coffee. When Dalton finished his toast,he lifted his plate up and looked under, then demanded, “More, Daddy!”
Jinx chuckled. “Okay. I’ll make you one more piece of toast.”
“Aww. Two, Daddy!”
“Two?” Jinx took Dalton’s plate and moved over to the counter. “Are you sure you can eat another two, Dalton?”
Dalton nodded vigorously. “Yes, Daddy. Hungry.” Dalton grinned. “Hungry!”
Jinx chuckled again as he popped another two slices of bread in the toaster. “I can see you’re hungry, my boy.” Jinx came over and kissed Dalton’s forehead. “What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t feed my boy?”
Dalton lifted his head, and Jinx gave him the kiss he wanted. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“I love you, Dalton.” Jinx kissed his forehead again, then went back over to the counter to make Dalton’s extra toast. Dalton watched, his legs swinging, and grinned when Jinx came back with food. No sooner had Jinx placed the plate in front of him, then Dalton had chocolate covered toast in each hand, cramming it into his mouth.
Dalton came over and took hold of one of his hands and pried the toast out. “One piece at a time, Dalton.”
