Silver Daddy

by Liam Kingsley

  “You first.” I slapped his ass and he obediently hopped into the shower. I watched him wet himself down and soap his body, the suds clinging to the curve of his ass and the patch of pubic hair around his cock. As soon as he smoothed a palm over his cock, I couldn’t hold back any longer and got into the shower with him.

  He didn’t waste a second, slicking his soapy hand the length of my dick. I moaned and brought his chin up with my fingers under his jaw before kissing him hard. Keifer moaned into the kiss and then pulled back to gasp as I grabbed his cock. I groaned at the feel of him in my hand, knowing it was something I’d never get tired of, just like kissing him, pleasing him; emotionally as well as physically.

  We pressed our foreheads together and breathed in sync as we worked each other’s cocks. I cupped Keifer’s face gently and he pushed his cheek into my palm. He held my balls and I grunted in approval as he massaged them gently, never skipping a beat with my cock.

  “Come like this,” he said.

  I grunted and kept my eyes locked to his. Within moments I was fighting not to come, wanting Keifer with me. His breathing quickened and he pumped me harder, faster. I became one huge ball of ecstasy, and I tightened my grip, twisting my hand each time I dragged it from base to tip over Keifer’s length.

  “Don’t look away,” he pleaded.

  I couldn’t, wouldn’t, completely lost his blue eyes as pleasure shot up through my balls. My cock started to pulse then shoot thick ropes of cum across Keifer’s stomach. Keifer let out a pained groan, trembling as his release splattered my thighs. I managed to hold onto him, our foreheads still touching as we gazed at each other.

  I didn’t see stars, but I felt his energy joining with mine in a way I’d only felt once before. It felt just as timeless, but there was another element tying us together. One that was new to me but recognizable nonetheless.

  As the last wave of tingles raced down my back, I knew then, without doubt, this thing happening between us was forever.

  And it was time to make it official.

  10

  Keifer

  It was the kind of revelation that left your vision fuzzy and your ears ringing even before you knew for sure it was true, but so far I’d managed to ignore it. I was meant to have gone into heat a week ago… I was never late, but I hadn’t seen two blue lines on a stick yet, so somehow, I was still managing to operate as though everything was totally normal. That lightning didn’t strike in the same place twice.

  Deep down, though? Yeah. I knew I was pregnant.

  The concept wasn’t bad though. Far from it. I loved babies, and Greer and I had already talked about children together not so long ago. New as our relationship was, it was already deeply committed. Having kids would be a joyful thing, but it would also be seismic and would shake up the foundations of my life all over again.

  Also, Jaxon would probably kill me, but that was a problem for after I had a definitive yes or no, and so was the matter of telling Greer. No point in getting everybody all worked up if it turned out to be nothing.

  Even so, there was a sense of something major hanging over me as I dressed that morning. Stacia was with Jason and Trevor again, and Greer had been busy with pack duties the night before. So I’d spent a rare night alone at home. Maybe that was why I felt so pensive, I just wasn’t used to being alone anymore.

  I hummed as I made a morning decaf coffee, a little lost in a daydream of Greer and children, when my phone buzzed.

  I blinked down at the screen, recognizing Danette’s number. I swallowed hard. I should’ve been expecting this call, but with the whirlwind real-life romance keeping me occupied, I’d almost forgotten about my book. She’d put it up for auction the week before. After my last one didn’t do so well in sales, I was expecting a big fat reduction in my usual advance. Ah well. I had to face the music sometime.

  My mouth was dry as I picked up the call and leaned against the countertop as if it could also somehow support me emotionally. “Hi, Dan. How’s it going?”

  “Hi, honey. I’m very well, thank you. You’re so sweet, always asking after me, and I’d ask how you are, but since the answer’s going to be very different in about ten seconds, I guess I might as well skip it.”

  My heart hammered. “You heard back about the book?”

  “Did I ever?”

  I could already hear the pleasure in her voice, but I didn’t dare hope. My nerves danced, and it felt like an age before she continued.

  “Keifer, there was a battle over your book. I mean, an all-out bidding war.”

  My eyes widened. “Oh.”

  “And the thing is, honey, whatever you’re thinking, it’s not enough. To be honest, I don’t know exactly what it’s going to come to after fees and suchlike. You know I don’t handle any of that. Normally I would have waited until it’s all calculated to call you, but… Keifer, it’s seven figures. Your book sold for a seven-figure sum!”

  Hearing that, I was glad I’d leaned against the counter. I melted a little and put the phone down on the counter before switching Danette to speakerphone. “What?”

  “This is not a joke. This is not hypothetical. This is contracts signed, deal done, real-life millions of dollars. I know that’s going to take a minute to sink in, but while it does, let me tell you how proud I am of you.”

  “Danette, I… I can’t believe it.”

  “I believe it. You know what I’ve been telling you all this time. It’s never about talent. You have talent in spades; it’s about timing and it’s about luck. Well, baby, you finally came in with the right story at the right time. You fucking did it.”

  I covered my mouth as my eyes welled up. “That’s incredible! Oh my god. Thank you so much for all your hard work.”

  “Yes, I’m sure it’s my hard work that made your book so great,” she said. “Listen, I know it’s a lot to process. I’m going to let you go and think about it. I’ll send the official paperwork through as soon as it’s processed so you can see actual figures, but I just wanted you to know as soon as I knew.”

  “Thank you,” I said through my fingertips, stunned. “Yeah, I appreciate it. Thank you so much.”

  “You’re welcome, honey. I’ll be in touch.”

  Even after she hung up, I didn’t move. I stood frozen in place. Minutes ago, I’d been deliberately not-thinking about the miracle of life that was about to shake my life up. Now, here came another miracle entirely. This was the break I’d been working for my whole career. The kind of money I’d only ever dreamed of making.

  The life I can build for my family with this…

  I swallowed, my tears threatening to spill. Even so, I slid the phone toward me and hit speed dial for Greer’s number. He picked up within a few rings, sounding typically upbeat and casual.

  “Hi. Sleep well?”

  “My book sold.” I spoke as clearly as I could manage it, but my voice still shook. There was silence on the other end of the phone while he waited for me to speak again. “It sold, Greer. Millions of dollars.”

  “Keifer, did you just say millions?”

  “Yes. It sold for millions.” My voice cracked completely, and I finally dissolved into a flood of happy tears.

  “Keifer, that’s fantastic!” Though I could hear the shock in his voice, I wasn’t surprised to find he dealt with this much more smoothly than I did. “Holy shit, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you!”

  I swallowed. “I can’t believe it.”

  “You earned it,” Greer said. “Hey, listen, I’m coming over, okay? I’m on my way. We’re gonna celebrate. I’m so fucking proud of you, Keifer.”

  As soon as the call ended, I looked out of the window. The world outside seemed just the same, but were the colors getting brighter? The fall leaves were certainly showing off their stunning oranges and reds, and even though summer had gone I saw streaks of sunbeams shining through the clouds, and I keenly felt the heat of the sun soaking into my muscles.

  Huh… So this is what success feels like.
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  It took a while, but I eventually pulled myself together and picked up the phone again to call Jason.

  “Keifer? What’s going on, G—”

  “Good news,” I said, trying to sound at least a little stable. “Is the shop empty?”

  “Yeah, it’s just Stacia and me. No customers around right now, but G—”

  “Can I talk to her?”

  “Uh…sure.” Confused as he was, the “good news” was clearly enough to persuade him. I heard the phone exchanging hands, and the faint introduction Jason made for me. Then, the next thing in my ear was the welcome, happy sound of my daughter’s voice.

  “Hello, Daddy!”

  “Hi, baby.” I almost burst into tears just hearing her, but I knew I couldn’t do that. Smart as she was, she was still only six. She might not understand happy tears versus sad tears, and I didn’t want to frighten her. “You know how busy I was a little while ago, writing my book?”

  “Uh-huh. The grown-up book.”

  “That’s right, honey. Well. I just got a call from my agent, Danette, and she found out some wonderful news. She found out that somebody wants to buy my book for millions of dollars.”

  Even a six-year-old understood that millions meant lots, but more than that, she could pick up on the gravity of my voice. “Daddy!”

  “Isn’t that exciting?”

  I laughed at the sound of her squealing, and then Jason was on the phone again.

  “Okay, I’ve gotta know. What on earth did you just tell her?”

  “The book sold.” I held the edge of the kitchen counter and braced myself. I almost fell over.

  “Oh yeah?” He sounded so nonplussed.

  “No, I mean. It sold for a lot of money.”

  “Nice.”

  “No, listen. It sold for seven figures.”

  “So, as much as the last one?”

  I held back a laugh. “Jason, do you know how much money seven figures is?”

  “Like, ten thousand dollars?”

  I closed my eyes and smiled. This from a businessman. I hoped Trevor did Jason’s accounts. “No, Jay, you don’t include the numbers after the decimal point.”

  “Huh? Hang on, I’m getting a pen to figure this out.”

  I listened to him scribbling. Then he gasped. Then silence. Then I heard Jason cheering and Stacia screaming excitedly.

  “Keifer! How?”

  I laughed. “There was a bidding war over it!”

  “Wow. So it isn’t the same as your last one,” Jason said with a chuckle.

  “Not by a long shot.”

  “What’s with that? Is there a difference with the plot, or…”

  “I mean, I don’t know why this one is so popular but yeah, it’s a little different. Actually…” I thought about the plot and let out another laugh. “This one is about an older guy. I based it on a fantasy I used to have…”

  “Get out! It’s Greer fan fiction, isn’t it?”

  “I wouldn’t call it that!”

  “Hey, speaking of that silver wolf, he was here a few minutes ago, that’s what I was trying to tell you. Said he was heading over to yours.”

  “So I should be expecting flowers then?”

  “Oh yeah. A lot of them.”

  “I think I hear his car. Talk to you soon. Bye, Stacia!”

  “Daddy says goodbye,” Jason said loudly.

  “Baa baa!” Stacia said in the background.

  “That’s, uh, cute?”

  “It’s her new thing. We’ll just ride it out.”

  I chuckled and let him go. By the time I got off the phone, Greer was at the door, ringing the bell. I skidded across the kitchen and through the living room, coming to a perfect stop right at the entryway. I opened the door and gasped when I found exactly what Jason had hinted at—an oversized bouquet popping with bright extravagant colors. Gerberas, rainbow roses, lilies, and the extra-bright orchids that Jason had been cultivating. And between all of the blooms was a grinning, bright-eyed silver-haired man.

  “Hey, big seller.” He held out the flowers at arm’s length. “Congratulations!”

  I laughed and took the bouquet, finding it almost too heavy to carry. “You sweetheart. Thank you.”

  He followed me inside and I placed the mountain of flowers on the kitchen bench before I threw my arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips.

  “Thank you,” I said again as he held my waist.

  “Course. It’s the least I can do. You deserve even more. But these were all of the bright colored blooms the lousy flower shop had in stock.”

  I laughed and patted his chest as I pulled away. “We should get them in water, then. If they’re from that lousy flower shop, they’ll wilt too soon. Now, do I have a vase?” I pursed my lips and looked around the kitchen, sure I had one somewhere.

  “I think you’ll need more than one.”

  “I’ll be lucky to find just one,” I mumbled as I threw cabinets open, searching for anything bigger than a sippy cup to put them in.

  “Ah, Jason said I should buy some, but I thought he was trying to hard arm me into spending more money,” Greer said.

  “No, he was right… You’d think he’d keep me in vases, being my best friend and all.”

  “You would think that. I did!” Greer ran a hand over my back as we looked through the cabinet under the sink.

  “I’m sure I’ve got one around here somewhere.”

  “Here,” Greer said as he pulled out a pasta pot. “Let’s use this, and then we’ll stop somewhere on the way back from lunch.”

  “Lunch?”

  Greer grinned and nodded. “I thought we should celebrate at Snapper’s.”

  I laughed and slapped his arm. “You spoil me way too much.”

  “Well by the sounds of it, you’ll soon be dining at Snapper’s every night as part of the Timberwood Cove society of the rich and famous. Better get used to it now.”

  I shook my head and took the pasta pot from him. “Fine. But you have to give me time to pick a more appropriate outfit this time.”

  He chuckled and leaned against the sink while I filled the pot with water. “Why do you think I came over so early?”

  We squeezed half of the flowers in the pasta pot and used a bunch of mugs for the rest. By the time we’d finished, the kitchen table looked like the set for a mad hatter’s tea party, covered with a jungle of flowers.

  I followed the theme and dressed in a bright turquoise suit with pops of pink and yellow on my shirt and pocket square. I sat on the edge of my bed to tie my shoes and glanced in the mirror. For a moment, I thought I saw two versions of myself at once. In one version I looked young, like the teenage kid who’d been yearning after his best friend’s dad. I was lanky and gangly with limbs that always felt too long and awkward, and with a goofy grin that tried to cover my nervousness. In the other I looked like an older version of myself, gray hairs breaking through my mane and a calm certainty about who I was etched on my face in deep wrinkles. Compared to that first reflection, the glimpse of future me looked good. I seemed happy.

  I took a deep breath and peered at who I was now. I seemed to be someone between those past and future reflections. Still fidgeting and chewing my lip when I was nervous but newly confident that fate had my back.

  “They won’t hold the table!” Greer called from the kitchen.

  I smiled at my reflection, ready to move on from that gawky kid toward that self-assured life waiting for me. So I finished tying my laces, grabbed my keys, and hurried out to have lunch with my fated mate.

  “We’ll get the lobster with herb butter, and radicchio salad side. And a side of the fat cut fries,” Greer told the waiter with a warm smile.

  I was getting used to him ordering for us. I didn’t even meet his eye when he glanced at me, as if to ask if I wanted anything else. I knew he had it covered. Almost…

  “Oh—” He called the waiter back. “And a sashimi starter.”

  “Maybe not.” I wrinkled my nos
e and shook my head.

  “No?”

  “Just not feeling it.”

  “How about the fried calamari? Salt and pepper squid?”

  I shrugged. “Both sound good. You choose.”

  “Both it is,” he said to the waiter, making me smile at his opulence.

  “Certainly, sirs. Any drinks this afternoon?” the waiter asked as he collected our menus.

  “Just a ginger ale for me,” I said.

  “And a cider for me, thank you,” Greer said, looking me over suspiciously.

  “Still on the ginger ale kick, huh?”

  I nodded. I hadn’t intended to bring it up before I had a clear answer about what was really happening, so I kept my lips shut tight. As the waiter returned with our drinks, I couldn’t help but glance at Greer’s expression, searching for any signs of how he might be feeling about it. All I got were mixed signals. There were excitement and understanding in his eyes, but a twitch of nervousness at the edges of his lips I hadn’t ever seen before. It was enough to make my stomach flip and make me incredibly anxious.

  “Well. Let’s celebrate one thing at a time,” he said, clearing his throat and raising his glass of cider.

  “Let’s,” I agreed, picking up my own ginger ale. My hand shook and the ice cubes rattled.

  “To your successful career reaching an even greater level of success.”

  I smiled and raised my glass to the toast, and then settled down to eat the delicious meal Greer paid for.

  On the way home, I almost panicked when Greer started to pull off into the parking lot of the combination drug and variety store.

  “What are we doing here?”

  “They have vases,” he explained. I let out a relieved laugh and ran a hand through my hair as he parked.

  “You wait here. I’ll be right back.” I unbuckled my seatbelt then threw open the door.