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“I can’t believe we’ll be back in New York in just a few weeks,” Kaleb said, his voice muffled by his scarf. Jasha squeezed his hand. The thought of leaving this peaceful haven filled him with a strange mix of anticipation and reluctance. He wanted to return to school, but he loved Lake Tahoe.
“I know,” Jasha replied. “It feels like we just got here.”
Kaleb turned to face him; his eyes filled with concern. “Do you need anything for school besides clothes? Any special requests for the apartment or school?”
Jasha smiled. Kaleb’s attentiveness was overwhelming. “I’m good. But thank you for asking.” Now and then, Daddy Kaleb felt bad about making him pack in ten minutes. He knew he’d left behind a lot of things, including memories. Some could never be replaced, and he knew that.
“Is your laptop and iPad up to snuff for school?”
“They work fine. And you bought me the newest model iPhone, so I’m good at school.”
“Maybe we could upgrade some of your devices?”
“No, Daddy Kaleb. I’m good. I do need clothes. I left behind a lot of clothes, shoes, and boots.”
“I wish I would have let you pack everything, but we had to catch the plane. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly that evening. I’ll make up for my mistakes.”
“I know you will.”
“How does your butt plug feel?”
“Good. It’s a real turn on when I move a certain way.”
“Are you happy here with me?”
“I didn’t think I would be. At first, I was afraid you might hurt me, but you were so kind to me, it was hard not to like you.I’m happy here in Lake Tahoe with you and all the others. Will all of them live in your apartment?”
“No, they’re at my New Haven home. I stay there on the weekends. During the week I have someone who cleans the apartment, but no one to cook. I mostly eat out. There are so many good places there.”
“Yes, they have tons of restaurants.”
“We’re almost there.”
The walk wasn’t far and they happily sought refuge from the cold in the cozy bar. The warmth of the fire and the soft glow of the amber lighting created a comforting ambience.
Jasha noticed three bikers drinking at the bar. It didn’t look like a biker bar. His Daddy Kaleb wasn’t a biker that he knew of, but he was a loan shark and whatever else went along with that. He said he loved this place.
They sat in a booth and ordered two Irish coffees to warm up.
“I want you to be comfortable in my apartment. You can bring your friends over. Frankie and Arlo live nearby so you guys could hang out.”
“I have friends, Daddy Kaleb, but I’ll hang out with Frankie too. He’s not like any friend I have. We have a lot in common.”
After a while, when their Irish coffees didn’t come to the booth, Jasha offered to get the drinks. As he approached the bar, a burly biker with a leather jacket and a smirk inched up next to him.
“Hey there, handsome,” the biker drawled, leaning in closer than necessary. “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”
Jasha felt a wave of discomfort but tried to remain polite. “Just here with my boyfriend,” he replied, glancing back at Daddy Kaleb, who was watching the interaction with narrowed eyes. His Daddy Kaleb missed nothing when it concerned him.
The biker chuckled, ignoring Jasha’s words. “Boyfriend, huh? Well, if you ever get tired of him, you know where to find me.”
Before Jasha could respond, Daddy Kaleb was at his side, his presence a protective barrier. “He’s not interested.” Daddy Kaleb’s voice was low and dangerous. “So why don’t you get lost?”
The biker straightened up, his smirk turning into a sneer. “Or what? You gonna make me?”
Daddy Kaleb didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
The tension in the air was intense as the biker refused to back down. “I’d like to see you try,” he taunted.
