The Diva and his Daddy

by James, Rebecca;

  Soon after that, Blaze had called me over to his office in the warehouse, and we’d had a long talk about why I was moving out. I thought he’d been afraid I was feeling ostracized since he’d banned me from having hook-ups at the clubhouse. I had assured him that wasn’t the case, and that he’d actually done me a favor by making the rule. It had forced me to leave the cocoon I’d created. I had promised him as well as myself that I wasn’t going to let this move put a wedge between me and my club.

  Nathan’s normally serious face brightened when I mentioned a job. “Actually, yeah. I’m working part time at the coffee shop down the street from here. They said it would eventually turn full-time.”

  “That’s great! I guess that application must have looked good, then.”

  “Yeah. Thanks for helping me out with that.”

  “No problem. Let me know if there’s anything else you need. I’m here to help.”

  Nathan thanked me again and wandered off, and I got back to going through the list of supplies we needed. Recently, Gabe had asked me for ideas for a fundraiser for the center, which was now nearly full to capacity, and I had that on my mind as well.

  The front door opened and Ellis—whose first name was Janet, but she hated it—walked in.

  “Hey, Jeo,” she said. She was wearing her uniform and smelled like fried chicken, so I assumed she’d just gotten off work at the fast food restaurant.

  “Hey,” I greeted her. “Things going good?”

  She shrugged. “I guess.”

  “You look a little down in the dumps.”

  She examined her bitten-off fingernails. “I asked this girl out I like, and she turned me down. I’m honestly not sure she’s into girls.”

  “It’s hard to know,” I said. “Nothing wrong with asking though.”

  She nodded. “At least I can tell myself that’s why she said no instead of that she just didn’t like me.”

  “I’m sure that wasn’t it,” I said.

  Ellis waved and continued to the stairs.

  My phone rang, and, seeing Tony’s name on the screen, I answered.

  “Lunch?” he asked.

  “Not going out with lover boy?” I teased.

  “He’s got a meeting.”

  “What about Nick?”

  “You act like you think you’re my last resort.”

  “You said it, not me. Listen, if this is about you being worried about me, you can save it. I’m fine.”

  “Fuck, Jeo, I just want company for lunch. Meet me at the Italian place on 7th Street. Thirty minutes?”

  My stomach growled at the suggestion, and I checked the time. “Okay.”

  I wrapped up what I was doing and rode my hog to Russo’s, pleased to find a parking space in front. I stuffed some coins in the meter and strolled inside.

  Knowing me well, Tony had already secured us a booth by the window where I could keep an eye on my bike. I sat across from him, thinking, not for the first time, how angelic he looked with his blond curls and blue eyes. Just to bug him, I told him so, and he made a face.

  “Right. Then may I say you look like the devil, dressed all in black with that sexy smirk on your face? Although you probably don’t have a problem with that comparison.”

  My brows went up and I put my hand on my chest. “You think I’m sexy? T, what about Cane? He might go back to his old surly disposition if you dump him for me.”

  His foot connected with my shin.

  “Ow! What, they make snazzy dress shoes with steel toes now? Fuck, I’m gonna bruise,” I groused, rubbing my leg under the table.

  “Who cares if you bruise? Unless you’re planning on doing more porn scenes,” Tony said.

  “Not planning on doing more. I was just trying to help out Blaze.”

  “How’d that go? The scene with Seb, I mean.”

  “Good,” I said. “It went up on the site earlier today. Be sure to watch it. I was sexier than ever.”

  Tony made a face. “I saw enough of your naked ass when I shared a room with you. Seb do okay?”

  “Afraid watching it will make it harder to go home to the man in your bed? And, yeah, he’s a born sub. I just hope Blaze can line up some tops. I’m not interested in doing more porn.” I wasn’t kidding; it had lost its appeal a long time ago, although I wasn’t sorry for having done that scene. It had opened my eyes to the fact I enjoyed playing Daddy and had got me thinking even more about Nick and scratching that itch. Plus, getting some head had quieted the burning need seeing Nick had struck in me.

  “I’m perfectly happy with who I’ve got in my bed,” Tony said. “You really happy working at Rainbow House?”

  I tensed. “Is that so hard to believe?”

  “No. I just wondered. Cut me some slack, Jeo. I only found out about this last week. You’ve been pretty tight-lipped for the past year. How come you didn’t at least tell me what was going on?”

  I relaxed and shrugged. “I just wanted to try out something new. I didn’t know I’d like it so much.” Sorry I’d snapped at him, I told Tony a little about the place, describing some of the residents and their situations.

  “Had you really been calling Nick to apologize about Royce?” Tony changed the subject after our food arrived and we’d dug in.

  “What else would I be calling him for? I gave up after the dozenth call went to voicemail.” I licked cheese and marinara from my lips. Russo’s lasagna was the best. “Suggesting Royce be the mole made sense. I hadn’t meant to get the guy beaten to within an inch of his life though, so I thought I’d be nice and apologize.” I took a long pull from my beer. “Where is the little diva today, anyway?”

  “He took the day off. He’s been seeing someone new—met the guy at Lux, I think. They went to a baseball game.”

  I tensed. ”This the guy who hurt him?”

  “I highly doubt it. Nick can take care of himself.”

  I grunted and changed the subject to Foghorn and Cupcake, who had gotten into a fight, sending Cupcake to her parents’ house for a week, at which point Foghorn had lit up all our phones with his drunken whining. They were back together now, thank God. While we ate, I kept Tony in stitches reading some of the texts to him in an imitation of Foghorn’s deep voice.

  I gave Tony a ride back to Winters Corporation and walked him upstairs just to say hi to Cane and have a look around. What Bruder had done to Tony a few months ago had scared the Bejeezus out of me and brought home the fact that any of my brothers could have been killed that night. They were my family, and I owed them a lot. Now that I was more settled, I could see how worried they’d been about me over the past year while I’d been so close-mouthed, and I wanted to make up for it.

  I hadn’t seen Winters Corporation since just after Cane had taken over the building from his cousin. He and Tony had made some renovations, creating more modern office space while adding several luxury apartments on the eighth and ninth floors with a separate, private elevator for future residents.

  “You’ve come up in the world, T,” I teased him.

  “Sometimes it feels like a dream,” he said, grinning boyishly. I yanked him into a brotherly hug just as the elevator doors opened onto the executive floor with a glorious view of the city. It was good seeing him so happy; he deserved it.

  “Hey, get off my man,” Cane’s deep voice came from the right, where he was riffling through papers on a desk I would bet my right nut belonged to Nick, what with all the colorful accessories and the Tom Daily swimsuit calendar hanging on the wall beside it.

  Cane opened his arms to Tony, who laid an R-rated kiss on him before heading for Cane’s office with the bag of food he’d brought him.

  “I like what you’ve done with the place,” I said to Cane.

  Cane smiled. “Thanks. It’s been a lot of work, but I’m satisfied with it.” He circled the desk and began sifting through the papers on the other side. “Now if I could just find the proposal I was supposed to sign.”

  “Why don’t you text Nick?” I asked t
he obvious question.

  “He never takes a day off. And I hate to bug him when he’s on a date.”

  “Wow, I want you for a boss,” I said just as the elevator doors whooshed open again, and the man himself charged into the room. He wore a pair of slim navy blue pants with a red stripe going up the side of the leg, a solid white T-shirt, and white sneakers. He’d tucked his dark hair under a Yankees cap, and his blue eyes were stormy beneath the brim.

  “What are you doing here?” Cane asked Nick. “I gave you the day off.”

  Tony came out of his office, looking at his watch. “The game couldn’t be over yet.”

  “It’s not. I left.” Nick stormed over to his desk and sat down in the cushioned chair, barely giving me a nod hello. He pulled a thin stack of papers from one of numerous trays and waved it at Cane. “Haven’t you signed these yet? I need to mail them.”

  Cane took the stack from Nick’s hand. “I was just looking for those.” He plucked the gold pen out of Nick’s fingers and signed the top paper.

  “There’s one at the bottom too,” Nick told him when Cane would have handed them back. Cane signed that one too.

  “Come eat, Cane,” Tony said, then looked at me. “See you later.” They walked into Cane’s office and shut the door, leaving me with a moody Nick.

  “Great,” Nick huffed. “They’ll probably fuck in there.”

  I looked around the empty office space. “So? Nobody comes up here, do they?” I knew all the meeting rooms were on another floor.

  Nick rolled his eyes at me. “Of course you wouldn’t care.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Nick shrugged. “Nothing.”

  “What’s got you in such a snit? Your Daddy wouldn’t buy you a hot dog at the game?”

  “Fuck you, Jeovanni.”

  I grinned, liking the sound of my name on his lips. I think I liked the way his chest rose and fell in anger even more. If I wasn’t careful, though, he’d start shouting at me, so I headed for the elevators. “See ya, little diva.”

  A stream of curse words followed me into the elevator followed by the thud of something hitting the doors after they closed. I whistled all the way back to Rainbow House.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Nick

  I lounged on my couch eating a bowl junk food for dinner, but my date with Marty had left a sour taste in my mouth no amount of popcorn and diet Coke could wash away.

  Fuck men. All men. I was going to go straight. Dealing with tits and clam had to be better than this.

  A chime from my cell phone alerted me to a text. It was from Tony.

  Thought you might want to see this.

  Frowning, I tapped the link, then almost dropped the phone at the sight of Jeo dressed in an open shirt with a tie hanging loose around his neck and a pair of dress trousers that hugged his muscular legs and too-gorgeous-for-his-own-good ass. He was standing in a furnished room, dropping his cuff links into a gold bowl on the dresser. The door behind him opened, and Seb entered the room in a pair of ripped jeans and a tight pink T-shirt.

  Dammit, Tony.

  I was about to shut the window when Seb gave Jeo a sultry look.

  “Daddy! I didn’t know you were home.”

  “Has my boy been good?” Jeo asked, voice silky smooth and deep.

  Suddenly, my cock, which had stirred at seeing Jeo looking even more sexy than usual, became hard as a rock. My God, I knew Jeo was acting, but…

  “Oh, yes. So good. I want my reward.”

  I shook my head. I’d never allowed myself to imagine Jeo in the role of Daddy. I’d certainly never thought it would fit him so well. Seb was cute, and he played the hungry boy to a T. He and Jeo had chemistry, which pissed me off. When Seb dropped to his knees and Jeo took out that enormous dick that had earned him the nickname “Hung” and slapped Seb’s face with it, I quickly closed the page and flung the phone onto the floor.

  Holy shit, that had been hot.

  I palmed my hard cock.

  “Tony, you fucker,” I muttered. After a few minutes, I slid off the couch and crawled over to where my phone had landed.

  Against my better judgment, I reopened the link.

  “I could do better,” I said after a moment of watching Seb slobber on Jeo’s cock. I was good at deep-throating, and even though I’d never had anything nearly that big in my mouth, I was sure I could manage to take more of it than Seb. The sound of Jeo groaning had my dick aching to be let out of my pants, but I refused to jack off to Jeo fucking Mendoza.

  “Like that, Daddy?” Seb asked, saliva dripping from his lips. I stared, mesmerized, at the slick head of Jeo’s cock peering out of his foreskin. I’d told Tony I wasn’t a size queen, but at the moment my eager hole called me a liar. If I could just have that inside me once, surely I’d be cured of the obsession I had with Jeo.

  Jeo ran his hand through Seb’s hair and growled, “I love it, baby boy.”

  Christ, I almost came in my pants. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tossed the phone away again, but the link remained open, and Jeo’s groans of pleasure continued to fill the room. Scrambling across the rug, I closed the page with a shaking finger before speed dialing Tony.

  “That was a shitty thing to do,” I snapped when he answered.

  Tony laughed. “I wasn’t going to watch it, but curiosity got the best of me. What do you know? Jeo makes a hot Daddy.” I could almost see my friend’s sly smile as he said, “Bet you can’t stop picturing it now.”

  “You are officially on my shit list.” I put him on speaker and rolled over to stare at the ceiling, my apartment quiet except for the bubbling of the fish tank against the wall. “Did they fuck?” I asked.

  “What? You didn’t finish it? No. Just the blow job. Hell, I’m not that mean.”

  We were both quiet a moment.

  “Are you going to tell me what happened at the ballgame?” Tony asked. He’d bugged me all afternoon about that, and it looked like he wasn’t going to stop until I told him.

  “The prick got mad at me because I yelled ‘touchdown!’ when the guy hit the ball,” I said irritably, cheeks heating at the memory of what hadn’t exactly been my finest moment.

  Silence filled the room before Tony cracked up. “Oh, my God, Nick! That’s football, not baseball!”

  “So I gathered.” I rolled over and picked at the carpet. “Stupid sports. Anyway, it didn’t warrant his calling me an idiot.”

  “He called you that?”

  “Yep. So I walked. He’s been texting me all afternoon.”

  “Maybe he’s sorry?”

  I sighed. “I hadn’t let him fuck me yet. I’m sure that’s it.”

  “Nick.”

  I didn’t like the pity in Tony’s voice.

  “Anyway,” I said. “There’s this other guy at Lux I’ve had my eye on. The next Daddy/boy event, I’m going to turn my charm on him.” I just didn’t want to admit how disappointed and frustrated I was.

  “Maybe you should take a break from dating for a while. Jumping from one guy to another usually spells disaster.”

  “Easy for you to say, as you’ve got a steady man. I heard you riding Cane’s dick this afternoon, by the way.”

  Tony’s small gasp had me smiling, revenge sweet. “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve never thought of the fact I could hear you,” I continued. “I figured you and Cane got off on it.”

  “I’d hoped the office was better insulated,” Tony said.

  “Not enough to do much more than muffle your screams.” After a pause, we both broke into laughter.

  “We can’t exactly be loud at the clubhouse,” Tony said when he’d sobered. “Cane hates the idea of moving out though. He feels like he owes Blaze too much.”

  “I’m sure Blaze doesn’t expect you to commute when you can live where you work. In a luxury apartment, no less. Just think; you can go to your place when you want to fuck during lunch.”

  “What fun would that be? A good dicking over a desk is one of my favo
rite things.”

  I groaned. I really needed to have sex.

  “Let’s go to The Banana this weekend,” I suggested.

  “Sure. Friday or Saturday?”

  I almost slipped and told him I was free either night.

  “Friday. Saturday I’m going to Lux.” Well, it might happen.

  Tony was quiet a moment before saying softly, “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “Hurt? I’m looking to get laid, Tony, not to find Prince Charming.”

  “Jeo told me someone hurt you last time you went to Lux.”

  I froze, embarrassment quickly morphing into anger. “That asshole. Why’d he tell you that?”

  “Why didn’t you tell me about it?” Tony shot back. “Jeo was just worried about you. He’s a good guy, Nick. You’ve said so yourself.”

  “He needs to mind his own fucking business,” I said hotly.

  “Just be careful. We love you.”

  Anger deflating like a darted balloon, I said, “Love you too, you fucker. See you at work tomorrow.”

  Resisting the urge to watch the rest of the video, I headed to bed with a book, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

  I did, but I immediately tumbled into the first wet dream I’d had since junior high, starring none other than Jeovanni Mendoza and his huge cock.

  Fantastic.

  ****

  Getting one’s pubes and leg hair waxed was no picnic, but I’d found the more I had it done, the less it hurt. Thank God my chest had never been hairy. I’d had a wax and bleach recently, but only on my hole, so I’d called my regular salon and made an appointment for what they called the Date Night Special.

  “Big plans tonight?” Alice, my regular waxer, asked me. We’d become pretty friendly over the past two years since I’d started coming to her. How could we not when she spent so much time ripping off body hair from my most intimate places?

  “Want me to do your eyebrows too?”

  “Of course,” I said. “And about the big plans, I’m going to The Yellow Banana with some friends.”

  “That’s the gay club on 21st in Brooklyn, right?”

  I opened one eye and was about to confirm when Alice ripped off the sheet of wax on my inner thigh, and I let out a squeal instead.