Page 74 of Don't Call Me Daddy
“Stop your bitching. It was time you did something to give back for a change. Besides, you of all people should know why the festival is so important.”
“Who’s next?” Leo says, changing the subject.
All eyes land on Luka. “Command,” he says without missing a beat.
Roman leans back in his seat, propping his feet on a piece of firewood. “Let’s see … I command you to … read us the last five things in your search history.”
Luka pulls out his phone, and Guy looks over his shoulder, no doubt watching to make sure he’s honest. “Robot for fucking. Is robot pussy wet? Most common robot sex injuries. Sex robot for sale. Sex robot for sale near me.”
“And you guys thought I was the perv in the family. Looks like Luka just pulled ahead for the lead,” Guy says.
The game continues for several rounds, and we all start to loosen up as the alcohol flows freely. If there’s anything this game has taught me, it’s that the Kingsley brothers are ruthless when it comes to airing out each other’s dirty laundry.
In the last hour, I’ve learned that Roman frequents the local hardware store for special rope to practice his knot tying; Luka’s had a threesome with a married couple who wanted an extra for their tenth wedding anniversary—he was explicit that there were no swords crossed; Guy admitted to making a masked-face porno under a fake name when he was nineteen; and apparently, Leo told everyone his name was Danielsan for two years after watchingThe Karate Kidwhen he was eight. He was so persistent that his teachers all called him Daniel, and all his papers were sent home under that name.
My side hurts from laughing so hard at Leo’s confession, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many scandalous stories in one evening. And I thought I was a handful; these guys could write a manifesto on leading secretly kinky lives.
Leo’s finally loosened up. His eyes are slightly hooded, and I haven’t seen the frown lines between his eyebrows all night. I know it’s the alcohol, but more than that, I think he feels comfortable out here. It’s like getting away and not having hisnormal surroundings as a reminder helped him get out of his head. I love this playful version of him. I only wish he’d let him out more.
“Okay, Danielsan, what’ll it be?” I ask as the laughter dies down.
Leo pauses, his eyes meeting mine, and I catch a flicker of something that looks like challenge. “Well, since I can’t pick truth again, I guess I’ll go with kiss.”
His eyes flick to my mouth, and I wet my lips as a rush of nerves envelops me.
I shouldn’t be surprised. I knew our whole arrangement came with some physical stuff, and it’s not as if the man hasn’t had his fingers inside me, but a kiss feels so much more … I don’t know … intimate?
Guy lets out a frustrated sigh. “Nice job reminding us that you’re getting laid tonight and we’re not.”
“By the sound of that text you read us, I’d say you’re not too bad off yourself,” Luka says to Guy, and they break off into an argument about whether robot sex goes toward your body count.
But their voices all fade away when Leo wets his lips and pats his thigh for me to come sit on his lap. It’s a slight gesture, like I’m a pet he’s calling toward him, like this is something we do all the time and not a monumental moment.
Maybe it’s all for show, maybe he wants to make sure his brothers don’t have any questions about if this is real or not, or maybe he’s finally taking what he wants.
I don’t have time to consider his motives. All I know is, my body is already moving toward him, obeying his command like a damn puppet, and my heart’s beating so hard that I’m afraid everyone can hear it.
I perch myself on his knee and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, and when I’m close enough for only Leo tohear me, I whisper, “You don’t have to really kiss me if you don’t want. I’ll be convincing …”
The words are barely out of my lips before Leo’s hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me into him with a possessive grip.
“The fuck you will.”
And then his mouth is on mine, his hand tightening around my hair in a fist as he kisses me with pure abandon. It’s slow at first, sweet even as we move together as if our lips were made for exactly this reason. Then, Leo’s tongue slides in my mouth, caressing and teasing, and never in my life have I felt so connected to another person.
He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, giving me a little nip, and he tugs my hair, tilting my head up as he moves to my neck, kissing and sucking my sensitive skin for just a moment before his lips return to mine. He’s a man starved, and I’m happy to be the object of his desire because kissing Leo Kingsley feels like exactly that—desire.
If there was ever a question in my mind about whether this was real or for show, Leo’s racing heart and hitched breathing tell me everything I need to know. He wants me … and I can’t think of a single reason to deprive him of even his darkest desires …
I wiggle in his lap, throwing a leg on either side of him to bring our bodies closer as his mouth devours me like his life depends on it, like I’m the air in his lungs and the blood running through his veins.
Our kiss is needy and possessive and so fucking raw, and I’m about five seconds away from throwing caution to the wind and dry-humping myself to completion on his thigh when Guy’s voice catches my attention.
“Jeez, save it for the tent, will you? I’m getting a boner, watching you two make out, and I’m feeling conflicted about whether that’s fucked up or not …”
Leo’s fist tightens in my hair before he bites my lip one more time and pulls my head away, breaking our kiss with a sly grin. “Sorry, guess I just got carried away. Where were we again?” He’s talking to his brothers, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me, and holy shit, this guy never ceases to surprise me.
I touch my fingers to my now-swollen lips, feeling like I just had some kind of out-of-body experience, and all he did was kiss me. If his kissing is this good, I can’t even imagine how amazing he fucks.
