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I shook my head and grabbed him by the chin. I tilted his head up. "No, I think you're more capable than we all realized. I used to view you as some soft, stuck-up brat, but that's far from the truth. There's a hell of a lot of good in you. And you know how to move when things get dicey. Those are good qualities for a man to have."

"I'm still not great," Jack said, as he tried to suppress the smile that attempted to break through.

"Cian said you've improved every time you two train. I've watched you. Even when it's not Cian's day, you two are fighting. Even your sparring with me has gotten better. You'll get there."

"And then I can protect my family," Jack said, resolved as he nodded. "It's what my mom asked of me, you know? Before she died, she told me to look after my father. I have to take over eventually so he can finally rest."

My chest tightened. "I think that's a noble goal."

"Really?"

"I do," I said. "Crazy, given the chance you have for a way out. But still, noble."

Jack smiled. "I get it from Cian," he laughed before his face fell. "I'm still worried about him."

"Me too," I admitted.

He tilted his head at me. "You really like my father, don't you?"

"No one else gave me a chance the way he did. I owe him my life." I laughed shortly. "And now I'm fucking his son."

That old twisted ache returned to my chest. As much as I enjoyed being Jack's Daddy and screwing him every which way to Sunday, in the end, I'd betrayed Declan. I was supposed to watch over his son, not drag him into bed. Even if I protected Jack with my life, eventually everything we'd started would have to come to an end.

How the hell am I supposed to deal with that?

Something wet and hot wrapped around my cock. I thrust forward on instinct as I dragged in a ragged breath. I gazed down. Jack looked back at me, his cheeks flushed as he ignored the water that dripped into his face and bobbed his head back and forth. My toes curled against the tub. I pushed my hand into Jack's hair, grabbed his silken locks and yanked him closer.

"Fuck, that's good," I moaned. "Are you trying to distract me? Or make me feel better?"

"--hy -ot -oth?"

I laughed as he tried to talk with my dick in his mouth. Why not both. Of course that's what Jack would say. I appreciated it. My mind was completely consumed with pleasure. Every thought disappeared as I rocked into Jack's sweet mouth.

"Come on, boyo. Give me more than that. Work that pretty tongue."

Jack did just that. He pulled free as his tongue ran up and down my length. He slipped the tip of his tongue into the head of my cock and made me shiver. When he pulled free he traced over my balls. One after the other he sucked them into his mouth, toyed with them, and scraped me with his nails. Jack made me crazy. I wanted to fuck his face until he came without me even touching him. I wanted to bite every inch of him until he was clearly marked as mine.

As ours.

I should tell the guys that. Maybe we'll mark him before we return him.

Every good thought that had been in my head disappeared in the wake of Jack's eager mouth. Logic, restraint; it all flew right out the window and all I could think about was him. I pulled Jack free of my cock and bent over. My lips pressed against his. The salty precum that lingered on his lips belonged to me. Me. I shoved my tongue inside, desperate to keep tasting until I had inhaled all of him. When he pulled away he panted, his chest rising and falling as he stared up at me with stars in his eyes.

My thumb drifted over his bottom lip. "Jack?"

"Yes, Daddy?" He whispered.

I swallowed thickly, my heart in my throat. The words I wanted to say tingled the tip of my tongue like I'd just bitten into hot peppers and held them there. I opened my mouth, but the words refused to leave. When I said nothing, Jack took me back into his mouth.

"Fuck... That's good," I groaned as I rocked forward. I gripped his hair harder as I shifted. "You're doing so good boy. Just like that. Keep your mouth working."

Jack moaned.

"Are you my good boy?" I asked. "You want to taste my cum?"

He nodded his head up and down. The moans that vibrated up my cock only made me want to cum faster. I tugged him forward completely until his nose was pressed against my pelvis.

My muscles tensed as Jack choked and gagged, but he worked harder to please me. "Such a good boy. You're doing a good job taking my cock like this. Fuck!"

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