Page 3 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

“It’ll just make me feel better knowing I’m with you, I guess. There’s so much new stuff happening today. I’m scared, sir.”

My heart flutters, then my inner-protector comes out in full force. Benji knows how worried I’ve been about them starting this job. Heck, my lack of enthusiasm for their new career path is probably the reason he’s so nervous. It’s my fault, and the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I have to make things right.

“You’re sure it will help?” I ask. Benji’s eyes widen like he didn’t expect me to agree. His head seesaws up and down rapidly like a kid who’s been asked if they want to go to Disney World. “I slept in this shirt, so I’ll have to wear something else to work,” I tell him as I approach. Lifting the tail of my shirt, exposing a small slither of skin for him to paint. It’s more skin than I’ve shown in ages. After losing touch with my son over the course of six months, I put on twenty pounds, and I’m not terribly comfortable in my own body these days. Benji doesn’t seem to mind, though. “Go on. Put some on me. Right here, buddy.” I pat my hip.

“I was just joking,” he whispers. “You don’t really have to.”

“All jokes come from a place of truth. If you think this will help you cope today, go on. I’ll keep it on me all day, I promise. When you get scared, you just think about me, knowing I’m wearing you around town, and know you’re safe. All right?”

His jaw trembles, and the corners of his eyes look rather misty. “Yes, sir.” He reaches into his underwear, and his handwraps around himself, collecting his cooling cum. When his hand emerges, it’s coated in semen.

I want him to think I’m supportive, but I can’t seem to reconcile how so much cum can come from such a small man. His hand is drenched.

“How much do you want me to put on?”

“However much will make you feel safe, little guy.”

“I’m real scared,” he admits. “I think I’ll need to give you all of it to feel better.”

Goodness gracious. I figured he’d want to swipe a sticky finger across my tummy and call it a day. I wasn’t expecting him to bathe me in cum. The sight of relief finally stretching across his face after months of panic and seclusion makes me feel unstoppable, though; knowing I’m the one who has pulled the hurt out of him and guided him to this place of trust.

“Okay,” I agree. “If that’s what you need. Go on. It’s okay, Benji. I’ll wear all of it.”

He stares at my exposed skin like someone dying of thirst might stare at a tall glass of water. His hand creeps closer and closer until it’s finally pressed flush against my hip. It’s cool against my skin, but I don’t mind it as much as I expected. It’s thick like lotion and smells of bleach, but I’ve always enjoyed the scent of Clorox, so it works out just fine.

I’ve got Benji all over me, and I think the knowledge of that comforts me just as much as it comforts him. When I leave for work, I’ll have it as a constant reminder of how he feels safe and secure while he’s away from me.

I tug his face up by the chin and crinkle my nose at him, playing the fool to earn another smile. . . and my God, the man smiles at me. Before he can react, I reach for his nose with my knuckles. When I pull away, I’ve got my thumb tucked between my index and middle fingers, wiggling it back and forth. “I got your nose.”

Benji cackles. “Give it back!”

And, because he’s been such a good boy for me these last few weeks, I do just that. I tap the tip of his nose and grin. “There you go, buddy. All better.”

He glares at me. “You forgot my favorite part.”

“Did I?” I scrunch my eyebrows together, feigning confusion. There isn’t a drop of confusion in me, though. We both know dang well what he’s talking about.

“You have to kiss it so it’ll stick.”

I smack my hand over my mouth. “My gosh, you’re right.” Of course, I haven’t forgotten the kiss. It’s my favorite part, too. I kiss his nose, letting my lips linger until he’s purring like a kitten. “All better?” Once he nods his approval, I flash a smile and stand up. I turn and head toward the door, making a pits top by the closet, pressing a hand against the small of Bennet’s back and whispering into his ear, “Make sure to pick an outfit that will make him feel confident.” My voice is barely a whisper because I don’t want Benji to overhear. When I look back, I realize there’s no need, because he’s not paying us any attention. He’s standing by the bed, tossing his shirt over his shoulder before sliding out his pajama bottoms. His back arches at such a fascinating angle. Not wanting to invade his privacy, I look away. “And pick something that will make you feel special too, Bennet. ’Cause you’re really special to me. I’ll make you see it, one day. Just you wait.” Bennet’s breathing gets a little shaky, and he leans back, resting his weight against my hand.

“Thank you, Nate,” he finally whispers, and then he pulls away. Inside I’m buzzing over what he’s just given me.

I’m going to break those walls down one day, and when it happens, it’s going to be glorious.

I give him a quick kiss on the head before patting his butt and heading toward the door.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” I overhear Bennet say as I close the door. “You’re fucking shameless, Benji.”

“Nope. I just know what I want.”

He’s right. Benji knew what he wanted, just now, and he took it. He wanted me to wear him as a reminder, and that’s exactly what I plan to do. I couldn’t be prouder if I tried.

Making my way downstairs, I pause, staring at an image of the Bens with my son that’s hanging on the wall. In it, they were happy. Joy permeates the air around them, almost making it seem like the picture itself is alive. I tap my son’s face in the picture and give him my sincerest smile.

“I’m going to take care of them, Tate. I promise.”

There’s a coo coo clock on my wall, and thetick-tick-tickingof the clock’s hand has an almost hypnotic effect, lulling me into a state of zen. While I wish I was able to drive my boys to work this morning, I’ve had a standing weekly eight o’clock appointment with Pastor and Mrs. Brooks for two months. While I could have called and asked to reschedule, we’ve been making progress in our quest to uncover the source of Miles Brooks’ impotency issues. No matter what we try, the man simply cannot maintain an erection.

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