Page 55 of Stirring Up Trouble
Sylmen had fallen asleep on the couch next to me. The farming game was still open too.
Blaze's eyes looked at both of us and the device as he smirked. “Some late-night gaming? I'm going to have to give you boys a curfew now."
I smiled at him. "No, Daddy. I just happened to be up on a call with my brother and Sylmen heard me. Then he wanted to play the game so I showed him."
Blaze dropped into a squat so that I didn't have to tilt my head back. “You spoke with your brother again?"
He knew how important it was for me to try and build a relationship with Wes.
"Yeah, I did. It was good. We talked about getting closer, and he's going to try more to keep in touch. I'm excited. Sharing with him was easy this time. I trusted him not to make fun of me.”
"That's good, baby.” His fingers ran through my hair as he spoke. “I was worried when I didn't find you in bed. We still got a little bit before we have to be up.”
“How much is a little?” I asked.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I can think of a few things we can do, Daddy."
His smile hitched a bit more. "Then let's get you upstairs."
I took my phone from Sylmen and covered him with a blanket so he could rest more. At least he wasn't in an uncomfortable position. I would have hated if he woke up with a crick in his neck.
Daddy ushered me up the stairs before he showed me exactly how upset he'd been at not finding me in bed with him by torturing me with his tongue over and over again until I was practically weeping into my pillow. Then he pushed inside me and reminded me how much I loved his cock.
I was boneless when his alarm went off later. So much so, he had to drag me to the shower.
“I'm going to have to drink a gallon of coffee,” I mumbled.
Daddy pulled me close and kissed me on the tip of the nose. “I'll make sure to pack a thermos. That's what happens when you stay up all night partying.”
I shook my head, but my smile was still wide.
I loved the way he teased me.
I loved how natural it felt to be with him.
I knew it wouldn't be long until I could firmly say that I loved him.
It was probably too soon, but I was learning that not following the rules felt pretty damn good.
Twenty
Blaze
With only seventy-twohours left in the rodeo, I knew my time to wait had run out. There was no beating around the bush anymore. I had to talk to Robin about him staying, and not in the way that I had been doing where I simply suggested the notion or said it in the heat of the moment.
No, I had to sit him down and have a man-to-man conversation with him. Or maybe it needed to be Daddy-to-boy.
Whatever it was, I needed to make it clear to him that I wanted him here.
I wasn't going to demand it though. If he wanted to continue long distance because he wasn't comfortable with the idea of moving in together so quickly, then I would be okay with that too.
What I wouldn't be okay with was losing him.
I would meet him more than in the middle. Because I understood that sometimes 50/50 wasn't the thing. Sometimes it was 80/20 or 70/30. And as long as we worked together, I knew he'd have my back when I needed it too.
The entire morning, I gave myself pep talks while I worked. Robin had needed to check on some of the animals, so we weren't attached to the hip like we had been since Jake, Maddox, and Leon stopped through.
