He's Mine Not Hers

by Gianni Holmes

  I stopped trying to resist then. He was too sweet, too perfect. Just everything I could ever want in a guy. I’d had a shitty day. Fired, mauled by a cat, hair-sprayed, handcuffed by the police, and sprayed in the face with hot water. Who the hell could begrudge me one stolen kiss?

  I released his hands and gripped his shoulders, pulling him forward. He made a squeak just before my lips claimed what he’d been offering for the past couple of years. He kissed hesitantly, more repressed than I would have thought, but when I thrust my tongue into his mouth, he melted against me, arms wrapping around my waist.

  With a moan, Jason crawled into my lap, situating his round butt right in my groin. He kissed me back, his moves imitating mine.

  Just one feel to last me a lifetime.

  I slid my hands down his sides and cupped his ass. They filled my hands perfectly, not too muscular but not too soft either, smooth to the touch and malleable with every grip and release. I was dangerously close to probing for his hole.

  “Daddy Luke,” he moaned, and those words pulled me out of the last of my clusterfuck for the night. I copped another squeeze of his ass, then released him reluctantly. He breathed heavy, his horny little body gyrating in my lap demanding more than I could give.

  Without a word, I swung him up in my arms. He clung to my shoulders, nibbling on my chin, kissing every inch of skin on my neck that he could reach. I walked us inside his dark bedroom, using only the light from the hall as a guide as I approached his bed. I placed him on the mattress, and he tried pulling me down on top of him. For a split second, I almost caved in.

  What would it feel like to have those firm slender thighs around my waist as I fucked him? I would be gentle at first, but when I was convinced he was stretched enough, I would teach him how to take my dick hard and deep inside him.

  “You should get some sleep,” I told him on a sigh. “It’s been a crazy night, and we’re not thinking straight.”

  He groaned. “If we were thinking straight, this wouldn’t be a problem, so I’m glad we’re not thinking straight.”

  When I tried responding, he beat me to it. “If you say this was a mistake, I’ll spray you again, and this time I’ll use my extra-extra-firm hold.”

  I smiled at him. “Then I won’t say it was a mistake, but it can never happen again, Jace.”

  “But I—”

  “Go to sleep, Jace.”

  He didn’t want to, but he rested back against the pillow. “Okay, but it is going to happen again.”

  He reached over to the side of the bed and pulled the human-size teddy bear I’d gotten him one Christmas into his arms. I’d meant it as a joke, a replacement for me because as long as I’d known him, Jace loved to cuddle. It had all been so innocent, but the older he became, the more awkward it got. Watching the way he wrapped his legs around that bear, grinding into it, I stumbled back from the room before I did something stupid and asked if I could replace the bear.

  Chapter Nine

  Jason

  “Oh my God!”

  Not again was the first thought that came to mind when I was jerked awake from my arousing dream by Becca’s screeching instead of to the sound of my alarm clock going off. All I’d needed was another five minutes of dream Daddy Lucas sliding into me for me to come.

  Grumbling, I rubbed at my gritty eyes. How am I supposed to work today when I still want to sleep?

  “Oh my God!” Becca cried again, and as much as I wanted to hide out in my bedroom, her tone was distressed enough that I was curious. I rolled out of bed and tucked my hard-on between my legs. A quick glance at my phone showed I would have had to wake up in ten minutes to get ready for work anyway, but ten minutes were precious.

  I hurried from the bedroom, following Becca’s hyperventilating “Oh my Gods!” to the living room. I tried to take in everything at once, but my brain was fried from staying up too late and not enough sleep. Lucas sat up on the couch, his upper half completely bare. I’d known before that the man’s chest was hairy, but seeing all that fuzz when I’d just been dreaming about him had my cock flexing for dear life. I squeezed my thighs together, pushing down on my cock to hide my erection.

  “Why are you screaming?” I asked Becca. “You’ve woken up to worse in your bed.”

  “We’ve been robbed!” she cried, pointing to the vacant spot on the stand where our thirty-two-inch television had been. The Blu-ray player was gone as well.

  “They took the TV?” I moaned because there went Real Housewives of Atlanta and all the other crazy reality TV shows with bitchy females fighting for absolutely no goddamn reason.

  “How the hell did this happen?” Becca demanded, hands on her hips. “Lucas, you were sleeping right there on the couch!”

  “I’m sorry, I don’t know,” Lucas replied, getting to his feet, my blanket falling away from his lap as he stood. More hair on his legs. Good God, my dream has become a reality. “I was exhausted after the cops came and left.”

  “Cops? Cops were here? Is that why the front door is all busted up?”

  “About that—”

  Lucas was talking, but I didn’t hear a damn thing he was saying. He had completely forgotten he was only wearing his pair of boxers. They were formfitting over his muscular ass, and as he turned, I could see the very erect outline of his morning wood straining the material. You’d have thought as long as I’d known him I would have glimpsed his dick before, but I’d never. There was no way in H-E-L-L that I would forget this impressive package.

  My unfortunate virgin ass clenched tight with the need to feel all of that inside. I stupidly rubbed my thighs with my cock still locked between them. The pressure… Oh so the wrong thing to do to my cock.

  I whimpered, everything turning white as cum gushed into my underwear. My eyes closed, and a shudder skated down my spine at the mushy feeling the climax left behind. I opened my eyes, aware of the sudden silence, freezing in humiliation as both Becca and Lucas stared at me.

  “Did you just come by standing there?” Becca blurted out.

  “Uh—Of—” I cleared my throat because my voice was unnaturally high, even for me. “Of course not. I-I just need a minute. I’ll be right back.”

  I could feel their eyes boring into my back as I walked slowly from the living room. I could feel the cum between my legs, staining my thighs. My embarrassment would be complete if a glob oozed out onto the floor.

  Thankfully the gods of embarrassment had had enough of me for the morning. I made it to my bedroom without further damage. How could I show my face outside the bedroom ever again?

  I was tempted to crawl into bed and stay the rest of my life as a hermit, but not seeing Lucas again was worse than him remembering how I’d come in my pants staring at his yummy cock. I decided to pretend like it didn’t happen. That I could definitely do.

  Half an hour later, I was showered and dressed in a custom-designed robe one of the drag queens I’d befriended in London had passed down to me with the advice to never be ashamed of who I was. Once she’d learned purple was my favorite color and how much I loved sequins, she had passed the robe on to me. I’d been more touched that it was a brand-new piece of clothing she had been planning to use that night, but she’d handed it to me like it was nothing. She had adopted me as a baby drag queen in the making although I’d never done drag before. At least not in front of an audience. Just practice in front of my mirror.

  I returned to the living room to find out if Becca and Luke had figured out what happened to the television. It was creepy to think someone had snatched our property right from under his nose. And to think he’d stayed over to protect my virtue.

  I never expected to run into the cops again who’d responded to my call last night, but they were in the living room with Luke and Becca. Luke had his pants on although he remained shirtless. That was a relief, but if I’d known we had visitors, I would have come out in more than just a robe. I’d kissed both cops on the cheek for their efforts last night, not meaning anything by it b
ut gratitude. The stockier of the two had given me an interested look though that made me regret the ease with which I displayed affection to people.

  “Good morning, Officers,” I greeted. “Did we find out what happened to the TV?”

  “They’ll ask around if anyone saw anything,” Becca replied, her shoulders slumped. “I’m pretty sure we’ll never see our stuff again.”

  The stockier officer shook his head at Lucas. “I still can’t believe you slept through everything.” He turned his attention to Becca. “Are you sure this guy is legit?”

  “Wait, what do you mean if I’m legit?” Lucas asked. “I stayed over because the door was busted.”

  “Yes, he’s not involved, trust me,” Becca answered.

  “All right then, that’s it. If we have anything useful, we’ll contact you, but for now get that door fixed.”

  “We will, Officer.”

  Becca walked the officers out, and because my embarrassment was still too fresh to be alone around Lucas, I announced, “I’ll make us coffee.”

  I fled to the kitchen, placing water into the kettle and popping it onto the stove. It turned out that the coffee machine was really broken, but I’d bought the instant coffee that just needed to be dumped into hot water. I added milk and sugar to mine, but it didn’t really need it.

  At first, I thought I had moved the container of coffee when I opened the cupboard and didn’t see it. Then I noticed it wasn’t just the coffee that was gone. It was all our groceries. Even the cat food. Who the fuck stole cat food? And where was Miss Puss? I hadn’t seen her since she ran off last night during the whole cataclysm in our apartment.

  “I’ll take a rain check on that coffee,” Lucas stated entering the kitchen.

  I turned off the stove. “That’s a good thing because whoever nabbed the TV also ran off with our groceries.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  Becca entered the kitchen. “What’s going on?”

  “The groceries are gone too,” Lucas filled her in. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ll get you back a new TV and your Blu-ray disc.”

  “With what?” she asked. “You don’t even know the bill they’ll send you for the damage you did at the restaurant last night. Don’t worry about it. We’ll get by without TV.”

  Get by without the Kardashian sisters? I swallowed my whimper. “Yeah, who needs TV anyway?” I sidled by Lucas and Becca. “I need to get dressed for work despite all this madness that’s going on.”

  “I should get going too,” Lucas replied.

  “Wait, I can’t take you to work as planned, Jason,” she replied. “I’ll have to stay here until the landlord comes by to replace the door.”

  I froze. “The landlord’s coming?”

  “Yes, so you’ll have to get rid of the cat until he’s gone.”

  I groaned. “I don’t see her anywhere, so Lucas might have scared her off.”

  “That’s another thing,” Becca continued. “Lucas can drop you off at work while I try to get rid of the litter box and all the cat hair so the old bastard’s not suspicious when he gets here. I’ll pick you up when your shift ends.”

  I turned my attention to Lucas for his confirmation that he was okay with the new plan. I’d get some quiet time alone with him in the car ride downtown, but for the first time I preferred if we had company. What if he mentioned my untimely orgasm earlier? I couldn’t have stopped it at all. Not with him kissing on me and feeling up my ass last night while leaving me hanging. Then the dream I’d had where he didn’t leave me hanging at all had left me wound tight.

  “Fine,” he replied. “Just don’t take forever with your makeup.”

  “I won’t,” I promised and hurried to my bedroom. I found Miss Puss cleaning herself on my bed but ignored her to get dressed. Thankfully they had a color code for work, so I only had to rifle through a half of my closet—a pair of black bottoms worn with either a purple, blue, or pink top.

  I grabbed my favorite pair of black stretchy jeans because they molded to my form so well. It also meant tucking, since I didn’t appreciate people staring at my groin when I wore formfitting pants. I’d learned this little trick from my drag mama back in London, and now I could complete the task effortlessly in very little time. Bathrooms would be a bit challenging to use, but I dropped the medical tape in my fashion backpack to bring with me.

  Half an hour later, I was dressed and ready to go, my makeup looking flawless despite the short amount of time I had to get it done. I refused to work at a makeup counter with my face looking like tire tracks. With Miss Puss in my arms, I went to find Lucas.

  “Get that cat away from me,” he said, springing to his feet from the chair in the kitchen when I entered. Becca was nowhere to be seen.

  “She’s harmless,” I replied, snuggling the cat’s fur into my face. “Aren’t you, Miss Puss?”

  “Harmless? She could have gouged my eyes out.”

  “But she didn’t. You startled her, that’s all. She’s rather friendly.”

  “And why the hell do you call her Miss Puss anyway? You’re aware of the different kinds of anatomy, right?”

  I gasped, holding Miss Puss against my chest. “Now that’s just mean. Just because she has a pair of balls doesn’t mean she can’t be my Miss Puss. She’s fabulous, like me!”

  Lucas shook his head at me. “Well, get rid of Miss Puss so we can get going.”

  “Umm.” I gave him my best smile. “I was thinking—”

  “Jason, no.”

  “But you don’t even know what I was going to say.”

  “I don’t care. Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

  I gripped Miss Puss even tighter to me. “But we can’t have a cat in our apartment building. If the landlord sees her, there’s no telling what he will do. Please, Daddy Luke. You’ll just keep her for the day, then I’ll come collect her after work.”

  “Jason, your cat and I don’t get along.”

  “She’ll be good. I promise.”

  “Jason, I—”

  “She’ll never survive back on the streets after living in the lap of luxury these past weeks.”

  Lucas placed his hands on his hips. “Lap of luxury? Really?”

  “It’s a lap of luxury for her.”

  He gave the most heart-wrenching sigh ever, and I partly felt guilty for putting him and Miss Puss together when he was already stressed over everything.

  “Fine, but you need to come for her the second you get off work.”

  I beamed at him. “Thank you. Now you see why you’re the best Daddy ever?”

  He grunted, but I didn’t care. Whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not, he was wrapped around my boyish finger. One day he would admit what we all knew already. He would always be my Daddy Luke, and one day he would let me be his boy.

  Chapter Ten

  Lucas

  “Come on, Miss Puss, I won’t be gone for long,” I told the cat meowing and winding its way between my legs. I’d been hesitant to keep the cat for Jason, but having Miss Puss for the past six days had forged an understanding between us. I’d had no intention of keeping the cat for more than one day, but there was something about that boy that made it damn near impossible for me to tell him no.

  When his landlord had visited to fix the door, he’d found scratch marks on the furniture and had been suspicious they had a pet. He’d been popping by their apartment unexpectedly, so Jason had thought it better for me to hang on to Miss Puss for a few days. One day had turned into two, then four, and now this was day six with me having to mind the demon cat from hell.

  It hadn’t taken me long to find out why Jason called his cat Miss Puss. Facetious just like her owner, the cat openly refused to be impressed by my efforts to keep her well. The last thing I wanted was for anything to happen to Jason’s pet and for those big brown eyes to fill with tears. I’d been extra cautious with the animal, even springing for premium cat food even though I couldn’t afford it.

  “Meow!”

 
; She clawed at my shoes, leaving scratches in the expensive leather. “Now that’s just mean.”

  I bent to pry her away from my legs, but she walked right into me, rubbing her head against my hand.

  “Jesus, Jason has taught you well, hasn’t he?” I asked the cat. “You won’t stop until you have your own way. Come on.”

  Taking hold of the cat in one hand, I walked out of my house and shut the door. I checked my watch, confirming I had a couple of hours before Jason got off work. He stopped by every evening to check over his cat dutifully as though afraid I’d get fed up with the animal. The truth was that looking after the cat gave me something to do and made me feel like my days weren’t being wasted.

  Miss Puss curled up in the passenger seat, eyes closed to take a nap while I drove us to my stepmother’s house in Kenmore, a nice affordable suburban neighborhood twenty-five minutes or so from downtown Seattle. My father lived closer to me, just ten minutes away, but I saw my stepmother more often than him.

  I’d rather battle the humidity and traffic with a slightly deranged cat than drop in on my father. He must have learned about my unfortunate demise in being fired from the restaurant because he’d called me the day after, but I ignored every attempt of his to get in contact. I could just hear his mocking I told you so followed by his offer for me to work for his company.

  Rather than deal with his bullshit, I blocked his number. Even when I was destitute as I was about to become based on the estimated bill of damages I had received today from Lawrence, I’d rather sell all I had than ask him for help. If only I hadn’t bought my damn truck cash, then remodeled the house last year, but I had been banking on getting that promotion. Management had led me to believe the position would be mine.

  The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I flicked on the music player in the truck, and Miss Puss meowed in protest. I skipped the songs until she settled down to some sappy love song I’d never heard before. Disgusted, I shook my head, wondering when this cat had started to rule my life.