Page 18 of Kane’s Truth

Kane was grinning from ear to ear. Mitch could tell that he was happy to hear his words.

‘Never lose that sense of spirit and mischief,’ Mitch continued. ‘If for no other reason than I won’t ever run out of excuses for paddling those cheeks as red as the roses in that bush!’

Kane and Mitch stopped walking.

Mitch lowered his head down and planted a kiss on Kane’s ever-enticing lips. It wasn’t a moment that needed words, but Mitch had one more thing left to say…

‘Kane, will you be my boy for the rest of our days?’ Mitch said, his voice full of love. ‘Will you be my true Forever Little?’

‘I will! I will! I will!’ Kane cried out in delight. ‘Diner date to celebrate?’

Mitch grinned. A big pizza pie at the diner with a jumbo stack of syrupy pancakes for desert sounded like perfection… just like Kane.

Chapter 11

The days rolled into weeks, and life was good. Living with Mitch was never less than a total pleasure. In fact, Kane couldn’t have asked for a better situation.

Kane was happy, motivated, and still retained his thirst for Little practical jokes! Sometimes he would even prank Mitch full in the knowledge that a swift, stingingly good spanking would follow in short order.

That day had been a good one so far. Kane had worked well on his novel and figured out some tricky plot points and edits as he got closer and closer to his end goal.

But now it was the time to stop working.

Kane shut his laptop and let out a sigh. But it wasn’t a sigh of frustration or regret. No. It was a sigh of accomplishment and pride at a job well done.

Despite knowing it would be tough to maintain his schedule, Kane had managed to finish off the first draft of his YA novel.He knew it wasn’t perfect yet. There would be a few rounds of further edits to go through, and probably a whole ton of typos to fix too. But that wasn’t the point.

Kane’s victory was finishing the thing in the first place. After huffing and puffing for so long, he had finally learned how to work consistently and with clear, fixed goals to shoot for.

For that, he owed Mitch a great debt of gratitude.

But, then again, that was what Daddy’s were meant for.

Kane loved how seriously Mitch took his responsibilities as a Daddy. He was always there to offer guidance, support, and a stern word where it was required too.

But Mitch had a fun side too. He carried on with Kane’s surf lessons and was pleased with his boy’s progress. Despite growing up in Cape Daddy, Kane had never learned to surf but had found himself picking it up quickly. Another reason to be grateful for having Mitch as his Daddy.

Mitch was agreatteacher - in more ways than one.

Speaking of surfing, Mitch was out there on the waves. And Kane knew that unless he got a move along, he would be late for his lesson that morning – and that just would not do!

Kane sprinted down the beach in nothing but his red polka dot short-shorts and beginner’s surfboard tucked under his arm. Kane giggled as his butt cheeks wiggled and flexed as he ran toward his dream Daddy.

Kane may have had a sexy body, but in his eyes it was nothing compared to the spectacular sight of Mitch in his jet-black surf shorts.

Mitch had been putting even more time in working out with Chopper and somehow seemed to be getting stronger and more imposing by the day. Kane was not about to start complaining either. With his hair slicked back and his wet body glistening, Mitch was enough to make the most cynical boy swoon.

Sometimes Kane couldn’t believe that Mitch was all his. They had been on a journey together in a short period of time, there was no point in denying that. But in that relatively short time they had learned so much about each other.

And the learning had been of resoundingly good things too.

Mitch ticked each box that Kane was looking for in a Daddy, and Kane wouldn’t have changed anything about him.

The closer Kane got to his Daddy’s strong, towering figure the more excited he got. He had big news and was almost bursting with excitement to get it off his chest.

‘Daddy! Daddy! I’mheeeeere!’ Kane called out, noticing that Mitch’s attention was focused on his own board as he looked it up and down for signs of wear and tear.

‘Hey boy. You sound… excited?’ Mitch said, finishing off the triple-check on his board. ‘Something tells me that you have some news for me.’

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