Page 111 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
No fucking longer.
I whipped open the door, and my eyes landed on the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Sam was dressed in a black bomber jacket, a dark-red button-up, and dark-wash jeans with a tan messenger bag slung over his shoulder. His cheeks were red, probably from the cold and wind, and his eyes shimmered in my porch’s light. When they landed on me, his face crumpled. “Oh, Cameron,” he breathed, opening his arms and stepping forward.
I fell into his arms, sobs wracking my body as I walked him backward and felt him lightly push the door shut behind us. He just held me while I cried, as all the emotion of the past week came pouring out. I shook as he whispered quiet reassurances in my ear, as he told me everything would be okay. And I believed him.
In those moments, I finally let everything go. So I could finally let him in.
Eventually, my sobs quieted, and Sam, my perfect Daddy, pulled back far enough to look into my tear-soaked eyes. His own eyes were red, his tears streaked, and if I hadn’t been sure I was in love with him, I’d have known it then.
My pain was his pain, just as the reverse was true for me. I was his, and he was mine. He was the only thing I wasn’t letting go.
“I’m so sorry, Sam,” I started, words tumbling out of me quicker than my mouth would allow. “I’m just so sorry. You were right about everything—I was shutting you out. I didn’t mean to, but I did it, and I—”
Sam’s finger pressed against my lips, silencing me. “Shh.” Once I’d quieted, he removed his finger and replaced it with his lips for a brief kiss. “It’s okay, baby. Your email said everything you needed to say. You don’t need to say anything else.”
I blinked to clear my vision. I had to see his gorgeous face. “I know, Daddy. But I have something to show you. Something I need to share with you. Something . . .” I frowned, narrowing my eyes. “Well, I’ll just show you.”
I reluctantly stepped out of his embrace and pulled him by the hand to the couch. Then I grabbed my laptop from the coffee table, opened it, logged in, then set it on his lap.
He stared at the screen for a moment, his eyes scanning the title page of my book, then his eyes shifted to mine, questions in them. “What am I looking at baby?”
I smiled. “This is my latest book. I just finished it.”
Sam’s mouth fell open, and despite our cry fest minutes ago, I saw him tearing up again. In that moment, I knew he fully understood how important this was. “Really?”
Tears burned the back of my throat as I nodded. “Really. I want you to read it.”
He sniffled, reaching up to wipe away a stray tear. “I would love that.”
“Good.” I took the computer back from him, pulling up my email and hitting send on a draft I’d already composed before he got here. “It’s in your inbox.”
His eyes widened before he pulled me into a fierce hug. I chuckled, holding him tight. Nothing could feel better than this.
I caught his gaze again once he pulled away. “There’s more.”
“Oh?”
I nodded, setting my laptop back on the coffee table. “This is a special book to me. I started it months ago, but I could never make it work. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want you to think less of me. But after last week, after you told mesome hard truths I hadn’t wanted to hear, I knew how to finish it. So I did.That’swhy it took me so long to message you. I wanted to finish this book first.”
Sam’s head tilted to one side as he studied me. “Why?”
I smiled. I knew he’d understand there was more to it than what I’d said. I grabbed his hands, holding them in my lap as I turned to face him. “This book is my best yet. And it’s my first with two transgender MCs.”
Sam’s eyes widened again, then I watched his bottom lip tremble as his eyes welled with tears. “It is?”
I nodded, letting my tears fall freely. “This book is my love letter to you, Sam. Writing it helped me heal, helped me work through the internalized transphobic bullshit of that idiotic fantasy I’d had of my life. It was horrible of me to think that way, and I’m so sorry for that. But the universe sent you to me anyway, and I think it was because you were meant for me. Just like I was meant for you. We were meant to find each other, Sam, because you are exactly what I need. You’re the perfect man—the perfect Daddy—for me, and I love you more than anything. I thank my lucky stars that I didn’t settle for what I thought I wanted when what I needed was you.”
My beautiful Daddy’s face was streaked with his tears before I was done talking, and when I finished, he pulled me to him, pressing our lips together as he claimed what had always been his. Only now, I knew how to let him in, how to show him I loved him back. I knew I wouldn’t do it perfectly, but I would try for him. I would work every day to be the man he deserved.
The kiss deepened, and Sam’s tongue pressed against my lips, demanding entrance. I moaned as I let him in, allowing his tongue to caress mine as he devoured me. I kissed him back but let him lead, as he should. He was my Daddy, and I hoped he’d want to be forever.
When we pulled away to catch our breath, heat flashed in his eyes. “I need you, Cameron.”
I nodded, jumping up and yanking him to his feet. We sprinted to my bedroom, then I spun to face him just before I made it to the bed. Reaching for him, I pushed his jacket off his shoulders then unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before I whipped my T-shirt over my head.
We fell to the bed, and Sam crawled over me, capturing my lips. He pulled my gray sweatpants to my thighs then did the same to his jeans and boxer briefs. Fire raced through my veins. I needed him inside me right the fuck now.
I moaned at the thought. “Fuck, Daddy.” His hips ground into mine, our hard dicks rubbing together. Soon, we were frotting like we were teenagers again, though neither of us would’ve been in a situation like this back then.
