Silver Daddy

by Liam Kingsley

  He glanced around. I doubted the other diners were listening, but it still tickled me to see him so furtive about saying a word as innocuous as sex. The formality of this place really got to him in a way places like these never got to me. Maybe that was an alpha thing. Maybe it was age. I bumped my foot against his under the table, gently rubbing his ankle.

  “No, it definitely wasn’t all I wanted. Still isn’t.”

  “For what it’s worth, same here, but I have to admit, right now it’s not you that I’m worried about. It’s more about how Jaxon’s gonna react.”

  He chewed his lip, and I grinned, happy to be able to clear up his anxiety.

  “Nothing to worry about on that front. At the claiming ceremony, he told me I ought to find an omega for myself. I figure his main reaction’s gonna be ‘I told you so.’”

  “I’m…not too sure about that,” Keifer said, his brow creased.

  I was about to reiterate that I knew my son, and that he’d be happy for us, but there was something in Keifer’s tight lips that said he knew something I didn’t.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Jaxon actually called me,” he said, a little haltingly. “Yesterday morning.”

  My jaw tightened instinctively. “What did he have to say about it?”

  “Well, he wanted me to be really careful around you. Apparently, he knew I always had a crush on you when we were kids.” Keifer diverted his gaze, clearly embarrassed. “But I guess because of that, he figured I wasn’t, um… That my intentions with you were for just one thing…”

  There was something like anger flaring in my gut—not directed at Jaxon, necessarily. I understood his motivations and I knew they came from a good place. Still, the situation had the alpha in me riled. “So you said…”

  “I said that wasn’t what I was thinking., and he said he wasn’t mad, but he would be if I hurt you. And he wanted me to take a long time to really think about if this was what I wanted before we got involved. That you were fragile. Also, I’m pretty sure he hates the age gap.”

  He glanced back up at me, and then began fiddling with his napkin as knives and forks clinked against expensive plates around us. I used the moment to absorb some of what Keifer had just told me.

  Normally my emotions weren’t a problem for me; I was a grown man and had been a pack lead alpha for years. I could be rational, but now, when it came to Keifer, my mate, things were different. Real different.

  I grunted. “Well, the age gap’s one thing. That’s not gonna get any better or worse. He’ll have to learn to deal with that. But as for calling me fragile…”

  I shook my head. Deep down I knew it was fair, but I still didn’t like the idea of it, didn’t like the thought of my son trying to scrub away some risk to me behind the scenes, especially after he’d just encouraged me to step out of my comfort zone and try.

  “He definitely had your best interests at heart,” Keifer explained quickly, staring directly at me now.

  “Of course. He’s a good kid. Well, man.”

  There was that pesky age gap thing again. We shared a smile, and my tension eased somewhat. “Look, I’m sorry if that bothered you. I can’t say I love the idea of him calling around to be my love life bodyguard. He should know better than that.”

  “He loves you.”

  I knew that, otherwise I’d have been on my phone right now giving him a piece of my mind.

  “And we’ve known each other long enough that he can be honest with me,” Keifer said. “It’s not a bad thing. I guess it just means he might be a little upset I haven’t taken time like he wanted. That we’ve just…jumped right in.”

  I nodded then traced my fingers over the back of his hand again. “If Jaxon is upset, then that’s on him. I’m a grown man. Even if you and I slept together once and that was enough for you, and it broke my heart? That’s my business. I chose you, and I still choose you, especially now I know it’s not gonna be like that.”

  He swallowed, and I watched the bob of his throat then the pink of his tongue as it darted out to wet his lips. His eyes softened with affection.

  “It’s not gonna be like that,” he agreed, almost in a whisper.

  I would have carried the world on my shoulders for him right then. Would have done anything at all, looking into his eyes. Instead, I pushed my empty plate away from me.

  “So, rather than dessert, what do you say I take you home?”

  The drive home was, yet again, an exercise in self-control. I could smell his pheromones getting stronger and stronger, and I knew he was sitting there thinking about the same thing I was—the moment the door of his house closed behind us and we’d have all the privacy we needed.

  If it hadn’t been such early days I might’ve told him privacy was overrated and pulled over to the side of the road to ravage him there and then. If his fidgeting was anything to go by I’d say he wouldn’t be averse to the idea, and he’d look spectacular, spread out and all lit up beneath the silvery moon.

  One day, I’d do it. But not right now. Courtship was still a real tradition to me.

  I held his hand as we walked up to his front door, feeling his palm warm in mine. Tension sparked between us, and that connected us even as he let go of me to unlock the door and step inside.

  I didn’t wait a single moment. I shut the door behind me with a definitive, heavy click, and pushed him up against the wall for a rough, desperate kiss. He circled the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I was thrilled to feel the swell of his cock already straining toward me through his tight pants.

  “Stay,” I told him, laying a hand flat on his chest. His breath was labored, but no less out of control than mine. I sank to my knees and stroked down his stomach then over the bulge of his crotch. He let out a moan and smoothed a hand over my hair.

  “Greer, please.”

  He didn’t need to ask once, let alone twice. I opened his fly and pulled his cock free. He shuddered as I tasted the precum gathered on the tip, then he melted into a long groan as I took most of him into my mouth. This wasn’t sex I was practiced in. I’d only ever been with Coral, but I knew what felt good, and I knew how to read the twitches and moans he gave me as clues. His was not a difficult roadmap.

  He gave me a clear sign he wanted me to take him deeper by thrusting his hips forward. I moaned around his length and pulled back for a moment, savoring the feel of his hardness on my tongue before sinking back down on him again.

  “Fuck.” He laced his fingers in my hair and lightly tugged.

  Delighted by his response, I worked his cock back and forth, sucking gently until his breathing became choppy and his legs started to shake. I knew what that meant, so I gently squeezed his balls, eliciting a choked gasp and a soft moan. His cock jumped and hardened even more, and I groaned as I tasted his precum and caught the scent of his slick.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

  Hearing him swear sent a dirty thrill through me, and my dick ached as I wondered how many filthy words I could fuck out of him.

  He braced against the wall and let out a wild cry as he shoved his cock to the back of my throat just before it began to spurt shot after shot of cum. I greedily swallowed it down and kept pumping his dick for more until he pulled on my hair to tell me to stop. I held his limp cock in my mouth until he caught his breath and gazed down at me.

  “Wow.”

  I let his cock slip free, and then grinned before rising to my feet to lean my forehead against his. He held me close and we breathed slowly together.

  “Can I repay the favor?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

  “Lead the way.”

  Though he’d neatly made up his bed, the scent of our sex hung heavy in the air. My dick throbbed at the thought of adding to the smell, not just now but every night. Keifer wasted no time, pulling off his clothes and then mine with youthful frantic energy I found not only endearing but exciting. He had his hands all over me before I had a chance to get my bearings, and I felt like
I was being taken away into a realm of pleasure I’d never been to before.

  He lay me down on my back then pressed his lips against mine. I pushed my tongue between his lips and started exploring his warm mouth. He took my tongue and suckled on it, moaning as he tasted his own cum. I growled and grabbed at him, needing to feel more of him on me.

  He clearly knew what he was doing as he pulled away and began kissing his way down my body. The light flicks of his tongue danced over my skin and set my whole body alight with heat and frustration. I was growling and writhing by the time he made it to my cock. He smoothed his tongue along the underside of my swollen cockhead and it felt like the antidote to my frustration. I let out a pleased groan as he took the whole tip into his mouth.

  “Oh, that’s good.”

  He moaned and began to bob up and down, taking more of my length each time. I struggled to resist the urge to thrust up into his mouth and focused instead on the sweet slide of his lips and the gentle tug of his hand on my balls.

  “Yes, that’s good. Oh yes, keep doing that. You’re so good.”

  I loved praising him for his efforts, and it seemed he enjoyed it too. He immediately sank deeper onto my cock. I looked down and gasped as I watched my whole cock disappear into his mouth. He looked up at me as the tip of my cock pressed against his throat. He gagged but stayed put. The sensation was incredible. Tight, throbbing, and dizzying. I growled, and he kept his eyes on mine as he pulled up, letting my cock slip out of his mouth with an audible pop before he dove back down again.

  “Fuck!” I lay back and closed my eyes as my dick started to throb, an orgasm seeming to build out of nowhere. I was overwhelmed by the sensations of him massaging my balls and swirling his tongue around my length. It was too much, and before I knew it I was trembling and grabbing at the sheets.

  Keifer lifted off and paused just long enough to speak in a sultry, slutty tone. “I want to taste your cum.” And then he began sucking and slurping on me, hard and wet.

  My balls drew up against my body, and with one desperate thrust up into his throat, I came.

  Stars. And then darkness. Bliss. My body felt weightless as waves of pleasure washed over me. I took a deep breath and slowly came back to earth to feel Keifer gently kissing my cock with feather-soft lips.

  I smiled down at him, and he looked up with half-closed, satisfied eyes. I urged him to lay beside me, and he settled there with a heavy sigh, his head on my shoulder, his limbs draped across me. His weight felt comforting, and I held him close before kissing the top of his head.

  “That was incredible,” he whispered. “You are incredible.”

  “Me?” I almost laughed. “You. You are incredible.”

  “Then I guess we both are. Together.”

  His reasoning was good. I guess we were, especially together.

  8

  Keifer

  A more logical guy might have woken up expecting to be alone again. It had happened once before. I probably should have anticipated it could happen again, but in reality, I didn’t think about it, not even for a second. I knew Greer would be beside me when I opened my eyes, and there was a smile already breaking over my face when the morning light roused me.

  What I wasn’t expecting was for Greer to be beside me with a full breakfast tray.

  “Good morning.” I heard the laughter in his voice as I sat up in stunned silence, still too sleepy to find words quickly enough.

  “I’d ask if a cat got your tongue, but I know exactly what your tongue was up to last night, so that isn’t the case.” He chuckled as he unrolled cutlery from a napkin.

  I pursed my lips at him for the joke, but my smile fought its way through anyhow. “Good morning. My compliments to the chef.”

  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It might taste like shit,” Greer said cheerfully.

  I didn’t believe that. Every part of the breakfast smelled incredible. There was crispy bacon, warm toast with butter already melting onto it, and fresh-ground pepper on the eggs, sunny-side up with deliciously runny golden yolks.

  “I wasn’t sure if you still took your eggs the same way. So you’re gonna have to deal with ’em the way you liked as a teen.” He gave me a sheepish smile.

  I put a hand on my chest and bit down on my bottom lip. I wondered if it freaked him out to have remembered. For me, it only deepened the longing of affection I felt for him—and admittedly, it was pretty sexy too.

  “You’re adorable.” I squeezed his arm. “This is amazing. Thank you so much.”

  I reached for the bacon and eggs, and then got to it.

  I moaned around the first bite. As the saltiness of the bacon hit my tongue, I realized I hadn’t experienced that kind of taste for a long while. Only then did an important factor occur to me. “Wait. I didn’t have any bacon in the house.”

  “Nope. This is fresh from the farmer’s market.”

  My eyes widened. “You went out to get it?”

  “All of it,” he said, as if it were nothing. “Freshly squeezed orange juice. Not that I did the squeezing; don’t credit me for that. The chickens laid the eggs this morning. The bread is also fresh.”

  I swallowed down a gulp of food, flattered. “You didn’t have to do all that.”

  My gaze roved between the breakfast tray and the real treat—the man who had delivered it. He was still a little mussed from the night we’d spent together, and he wore the world’s best smile. Nobody had ever treated me like that. For all my belief in love and my penchant for romance, I’d ended up dating guys who didn’t go for all that. And of course, nothing of the sort happened with Jason and me. That was a simple, accidental, one-night stand when we were both drunk. And after Stacia was born, there’d been no one. So having Greer go to all this effort to do something nice for me made my heart throb in a whole new way.

  “You okay, there?” He took my hand as I offered it, holding it tight between both of his.

  “Yes. Thank you. It’s just really nice of you.”

  He chuckled and brought my fingers to his lips. “It’s what you deserve. To be frank, I’m glad I managed to get out and come back in time. I got halfway there and realized this would have been two days in a row I ran out on you.”

  I dropped my head on his shoulder as I laughed. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer.

  “Oh, man. Imagine.”

  “I did. I’m lucky I didn’t drive past a cop with how fast I was going, trying to get back here before you woke up.”

  I kissed him, already familiar with and fond of the strength in his kisses, and the way he propped his hand under my jaw.

  “Thank you,” I said again. “This is amazing. The last time I had breakfast in bed was Father’s Day, and I appreciated it very much. It came with a lot of love. But it also came at six in the morning and it was burned toast and cold coffee.”

  “Oh! Did you want burned toast and cold coffee? Because that can be arranged.” He chuckled and gestured back toward the kitchen.

  “Greer, I will straight-up fight you if you try and take this away from me now.” I laughed as I held the edges of the tray with territorial determination.

  We ate together on the bed, his body becoming a cozy leaning post for mine, which kind of surprised me. I’d never spent this kind of intimacy with anyone, and I guessed it had been a while for Greer. Maybe we just clicked in such a way we could sit in comfortable silence while we ate. I knew it was stupid to get carried away, but I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to have every morning like this.

  Of course, most days, there’d be another much younger wolf running around the place and causing trouble, but my daughter’s presence surely wouldn’t detract from this comfort. Quite the opposite. I figured having her around was the only thing that could possibly make it better.

  Even just thinking about her made my chest ache. She’d only been staying with Jason for the weekend, but it was always weird being without her. I was looking forward to picking her up later in the
day, and already wondering whether I’d still be lucky enough to have Greer’s company when I did. As things were, however, he beat me to the punch.

  “So. I’m guessing you pick up your little rogue later today. Any other plans?”

  “You read my mind. Just Stacia is quite enough for me. We usually have a creative afternoon. Drawing, coloring, making something. How about you?”

  “Well, nothing yet.” The potential in that sentence put a thrill through me—like going over the top of a rollercoaster. “But I was wondering if you could stomach me for a couple more hours.”

  “Of course,” I said, entwining my fingers through his. “We’d love to have you.”

  “Actually, I was going to make a suggestion, but if Sundays are creative days…”

  “No, no, go ahead. It isn’t set in stone.”

  I already knew I’d agree to whatever he said. That ought to have been embarrassing, but I didn’t feel any shame. I just felt warmth and trust. I knew whatever he had in mind would be suitable and fun for Stacia.

  “I guess I saw you admiring the view from the window at Snapper’s, and I thought we could stick with the, uh, water theme. Take a trip to the aquarium. You think she’d like that?”

  The uncertainty in his voice made me smile. “She’d love it,” I said as I sat up and moved the tray out of our way. “She’ll love to read out the facts on the information cards to us, probably be our tour guide. Get ready for some confident but wildly inaccurate answers to any questions you might have about sea life.”

  “Smart cookie, huh?”

  “She sure is.” I beamed, full of a typical parent’s pride. This was probably why I didn’t feel like the age gap between Greer and me was such a big deal. That gap was bridged by a shared responsibility nothing else could prepare you for.

  Plus, all that silver hair on his head was hot as hell. I couldn’t wait to show him off in another public place.

  As soon as we got through the ticket gates at the aquarium, Stacia bounded around with the energy of a thousand suns. She bolted straight down the corridor then screeched to a halt before spinning on her heel and pointing frantically at the glass of the tank beside her.