by A. W. Scott
When he finishes, I’m completely bound in a flurry of colors. I feel beautiful even though I can’t see everything clearly. And I’m aroused beyond my wildest thoughts. My cock stands full and hard, waiting for him to touch it.
I can tell by the way he looks at me that I’m a sight to behold.
“I want to ravish you. You look absolutely delicious and I don’t know if I can hold back.”
“Don’t. Enjoy your hard work, Daddy.”
Needing no further encouragement, he dives into exploring over the skin that’s still reachable. Each stroke across my body has me feeling more and more, my orgasm toying with me.
After we both come, our bodies sated and sweaty, the realization of it all hits me. Tomorrow, we have plans with our friends for another attempt at an outdoor event, this time a barbecue.
I wonder if I’ll be able to hide from them that I’m in love with the man.
Chapter 19
Patrick
A full week with my Little One was quite an experience. Having him excited to try all the new things was a joy. There’s still plenty more for us to try, this week only being the beginning.
I realize Tucker needs to be a permanent fixture in my life. I want to make him breakfast in the morning. I want to spoil him with big packs of crayons and comfy pajamas. I want to test his limits in and out of the bedroom.
I want it all.
With him.
But is he ready? The voice of doubt in my head speaks up again, giving me pause where I want to move ahead.
Since last night was the weekend, Tucker stayed curled in my bed so we could sleep in before the barbecue today. I can’t wait to see how he does around everyone. He’s friends with most of them, either through his connections with Miguel and Lewis, or just his constant presence in the club lately.
Coming out of the bathroom, I take in the sight of him on the bed. He’s wearing a light green crop top with a pair of tight deep burgundy pants. They are capri length and perfect for the gorgeous weather outside.
I walk over to him, making sure he sees the heat in my eyes at the extra bit of exposed skin I can see. My mouth lands on his the moment I’m within reach. We kiss deeply, our connection stronger with each pass.
“We have to stop that or we’ll be late.”
He grunts, clearly frustrated at the thought. “Miguel will be furious with me if I don’t come. Lewis, too, probably.”
“Little One,” I say, waiting for his eyes to meet mine. “I think everyone would be upset now. You’ve become close to all of them.” I smile brightly at the way he tries to hide his slight blush on his cheeks.
“Let’s go, Daddy. Time to get a move on. I want more of Benji’s cake.”
“I’d be worried if I hadn’t been buried inside of you last night.”
He looks at me as if he’s scandalized by my words. “I meant food! Not his ass!”
We break into a fit of laughter as we head out to the park.
We arrive right after Mateo and Lewis, a chorus of squeals meeting us. I’m wrapped in hug after hug, genuine affection present with each one.
“Nice to see everyone. Sorry I missed the last one. I was having a bit of a life crisis. Much better now,” Tucker speaks to everyone.
“Oh, we see that honey. I’m glad you snatched Patrick up. That man is a prize.”
Tucker looks over to Curtis, a sly grin on his face. “Honey,” he drawls out to match Curtis’s voice. “You have no idea what a prize he is.” He looks to me with a wink before he breaks into a fit of laughter.
Miguel nods to me, signaling he wants a word. I walk over to him, admiring the powerful man. I may have money socked away from a good bit of work and investing through the years, but I can’t imagine the power Stryker holds, especially in this city, his home base.
“Thank you,” he says, his eyes trained back on the group. He turns to me, his gaze fierce. “Thank you for bringing him back.”
“I simply helped him embrace a part of himself he wasn’t allowed to before.”
“No, it’s more than that. It’s the way you look at him and him at you. There’s a deep bond here that you’ve managed to forge in a short time. It reminds me of how it was with Aiden. I wasn’t prepared to find the man I’d become besotted with in my boardroom on Monday morning after he’d blown my mind the weekend before. But you can bet your ass I took full power over the fact and locked him down immediately. He’s been mine ever since.”
“You’re saying I should lock Tucker down in a relationship? A permanent one?”
He laughs, shaking his head. “You’re a smart man Patrick. I don’t have to be a member of the club or have known you for years to understand this. Tucker doesn’t need rings or fancy promises. He needs love, affection, honesty, and someone willing to accept him as he is. Little and all. I think you’re the man for that.”
Looking over to my Little One, I see him laughing and talking with our friends. He looks absolutely beautiful, the heaviness I’d witnessed weeks ago long gone.
“He’s mine. Always has been. Even when I couldn’t claim him, he still had a piece of me.”
“Good to know. I didn’t want to have to get rid of you like I did that ex of his.” My interest intensifies.
“What exactly happened there? Just for the sake of conversation of course.”
Miguel laughs, the sound bitter and full of power. This is the business side of him coming forth, I’m sure.
“He was properly fired from his job, then blacklisted from every company in the tri-state area. Last I checked, he’d moved off to some small ski resort town.”
“Sounds like it’s all handled. Thank you for taking care of it.”
He waves his hand at me in dismissal. “It was nothing. Tucker is my friend more than he is my employee. I wouldn’t be able to function without him at work, but I would do anything to keep him safe and happy, even if it meant letting him go. He’s one of the good ones. We must protect those.”
“Understood.” We separate with a handshake, both of us tracking our men through the small crowd of friends.
“Hey there! I saw you over there talking to the boss. Everything ok?” Tucker’s worried eyes meet mine.
I kiss him, then pull him into a hug. I inhale his scent as I hold him close. “Everything is fine. We were just talking about how amazing you are. He was doing the ‘he’s my friend’ speech. You know - the one where he makes sure I know how important keeping you happy is.”
He turns from me, his gaze searching the group. “Hey, boss man.”
Miguel turns from his discussion with Aiden and Mateo. “Who me?” he asks coyly. “You know to let the business shit go when we’re not with clients, Tuck.”
Lewis smirks from his position with Rob, Dallas, and Curtis. It’s clear he’s used to their bickering ways.
“Remember what I said about shiny toys?” Miguel nods, a smile turning his lips up to one side. “Definitely not the case here. No need to worry.”
“Good to know.” The man looks at me a moment then winks at Tuck before turning back to the conversation.
“Shiny toys?”
He looks back over to me, his smile bright. “I’ll explain it to you one day. For now, let me just enjoy time with my friends and the man I love.”
We both freeze at his confession. His eyes panic for a moment. Before he can speak, I lean down to his ear, to where only he can hear me.
“I love you, too, Little One. I was afraid it was too soon.”
“I thought the same thing. It’s why I hadn’t told you yet. I didn’t mean to just blurt it out right now, either.”
Laughing, I pull him back to look in his eyes. My hands move up to cup his cheeks as I plant a soft kiss on his lips.
“It may be soon to most people, but not for us.”
He nods his head, my hands moving with the motion. We both laugh, then come to a stop with the sound of a gasp ringing out.
Turning to the side, I see everyone is frozen as they look to
see what happened.
Curtis has his hand to his mouth, his eyes wide as he stares at the person walking up. I move to the side to get a better view and am surprised it’s Benji, the baker from Whipped.
I step around to greet Benji since I’m the one that ordered the sweets. “Hey, Benji. Glad you could make it and bring those by. They were so good last time we got some, I wanted to make sure we had them to celebrate today.”
“Yeah, Pat. That’s fine. I’m glad you like them.” His eyes remain trained on Curtis, the two men frozen in their place.
“Do you know Curtis?” My concern rises the higher the tension builds.
“Curtis?” The other man shivers at the sound. “His name isn’t Curtis. It’s Laurence Hamilton. Isn’t that right?”
Curtis looks over to Mateo, his eyes filling with tears. “I can’t.” He breaks into a sprint, his body moving away from the group as we all stand there confused.
I take the boxes of goods away from Benji, knowing he might want to go after the man. Instead of chasing him, he looks defeated as he leans on the table.
Dallas is the first to speak up, the lawyer in him sensing there’s more to the story. “Why did you call him Laurence Hamilton?”
“Because that’s his name. Or at least it was. I had no idea he’d go so far as to live under an alias.”
“An alias,” stutters out Lewis. “I think you might be confused. Curtis is just Mateo’s assistant. He wouldn’t have a need for an alias.”
“Not unless he was hiding from someone.” Tucker chimes in. The group looks at him questioningly. “What? I thought about it after the breakup. A fresh start somewhere new and away from the people who saw me fall.”
Rob joins the impromptu roundtable discussion. “What would Curtis be running from though?”
“Me. He’s running from me.”
My own interest has taken a seat at the table now. “Why would he be running from you? You’re an up and coming baker? You’re his boss’s client, not a threat.”
Benji looks to Mateo, his eyes lighting with fire. “You knew who I was didn’t you? From the moment you offered me a deal, you knew.”
Mateo puts his drink down, then walks closer to the man. “I didn’t at first, no. But I had Dallas do some digging. When he didn’t find much, I had my Private Investigator dig more. No one is as squeaky clean as you are.”
“Why didn’t you say something at the shop the other day? When I mentioned it to you and the others. I said his name, damnit!”
The look on Mateo’s face may seem bored to others, but I know it to be the one he calculates with. He’s assessing the young man to see his response.
“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know what your intent was. I’d already agreed to a contract with you whenever I put the pieces together. My PI took longer than usual to get me all of the details.”
“Can someone clue the rest of the class in?” Dallas says the words jokingly. “If I couldn’t unearth something, I’d like to know what the hell it was.”
“Everyone meet, Benji Forrester Hamilton,” Mateo says with flourish.
“Hamilton. As in…” Tucker asks.
“Yes. As in husband to Laurence Hamilton.”
“Well, shit…,” I mutter.
Things are about to get even crazier around here.
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