Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“My flight’s at eight.” I got one more kiss in before he pulled back to face me. “This is what we’re gonna do,” I said. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll get up together as usual. You take care of Daddy in the shower—”
“As usual.” He grinned. “I love taking care of you.”
He was too good at it too. It’d sort of become our thing. He worshipped me in the mornings, and then the nights were mine. That was when I had my way with him however I pleased.
I leaned in and kissed him quickly. “I’ll thank you afterward with my world-famous oatmeal—”
He laughed at that one.
I chuckled. “And instead of us going in to work together, I’ll see you and the twins off, and I’ll head to the airport. And then I’ll be back in two weeks for more shower blow jobs, oatmeal, dates, and long nights of having you under me where you belong.”
He bit his lip and nodded. “Okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, Sir.” He took a deep breath and sank into my embrace again, this time more at ease. “I’ll be a good boy and study hard.”
He knew just what to say.
“Perfect. That makes Daddy happy.”
He sighed contentedly and sprawled out, half on top of me, so I guessed we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
I was fine with that.
I kissed the top of his head as he played with my belt.
“So who’s this PMC who got hooked thanks to my excellence?” he asked.
I laughed under my breath, happy to hear his confidence was back.
“I mean, I deserve credit if you recruited him with a story about me,” he added.
“Absolutely,” I agreed. “You’ll probably run into him at some point, but he’s not around too much. He became an operator last November.”
He peered up at me. “What story did you share?”
I hummed, thinking back. It’d been the first and only time I’d had a feeling about someone who wasn’t originally military. I’d met him at a bar, similar to the one where I’d met the twins.
“Well, he was trying to find his goal in life at the bottom of a bottle,” I started by saying. “His brother had joined the Marines—and he didn’t know which direction to choose for himself because the military, the way it’s structured, didn’t appeal to him.” I paused, remembering how frustrated he’d been. Enough to open up to a complete stranger just happening to sit next to him. “Once I understood he had problems with authority, I immediately thought of you.”
My boy got huffy.
“In a good way,” I reassured. “You still performed fantastically with your unit, Danny. And I wanted him to know he could find his way in the armed forces and still think for himself. But in the end, it had the opposite effect on him. He’d already read up on private agencies, which didn’t come as a huge surprise. He was in a bar where a lot of us PMCs hung out.”
“Is he older or younger than me?”
Hmm. I had to think. “He’s younger. I think he’s twenty-two or twenty-three.”
“I wanna look him up,” he said. “I…I want friends.”
I exhaled, and something loosened within me. Something that’d had a much tighter grip on me than I’d thought. But Christ, that was good to hear. He wanted strings. He wanted a life here.
“Darius Quinn,” I answered. “He’s a bit of a loner and prefers to go home in between gigs, but buy him a beer if you see him, and you’ll get him to talk.”
“Darius Quinn,” he repeated to himself with a nod. “What’s his expertise?”
Oh. I chuckled. “He’s too new to have a field of expertise yet, but he’s definitely showing a lot of promise in extractions.”
This made me feel a lot better. I wanted Danny to get attached here. I wanted him to have things to do and people to see when I was out of town. As long as he missed me a fuck-ton, of course.
“Sweet Jesus.” I groaned and scrubbed my hands over my face. The hot water rushed down on us, and the pleasure was building up too fast. “Just like that, baby.”
The sucking noises were enough to push me to the edge.
Danny kicked the shower door open, and I knew why. So that the glass couldn’t fog up completely.
I peered down at him and pushed back his hair. So bloody gorgeous. Especially when he was choking on my cock.
The twins had started brushing their teeth in our bathroom, even though they had their own…
“You love it when they see how much pleasure you give Daddy, don’t you?”
Danny nodded eagerly and swallowed around me. I cursed, and he gagged.
“Yeah—do that again,” I panted. “Fuck, that feels so good.” I slipped my hand down to his throat and massaged it. “There—that’s where your little throat convulses around Daddy’s cock.”
“Man,” I heard one of the twins whisper.