Page 12 of With the Stars

“Daddy kink?”

Peter scratched his cheek. “Um, what’s that?”

Minho laughed. “I love that you don’t know what it is. It’s when two people come together and one person is the adult, say, the daddy, and the other is the little. A boy or baby, and needs to be looked after.”

“Please repeat that to me. One pretends to be a dad and the other pretends to be a baby?”

“We can look it up later.” Minho stood and stretched and Peter stopped pulling his T-shirt on so he could admire Minho’s body. Strong calves and thighs that led up to a narrow waist and a penis Peter knew felt good inside. Ripped abs that made him want to cover up and defined pecs he hadn’t touched or tasted nearly enough. No hair either, which was very different from his own wiry chest hair. Minho strutted over with a grin on his face. “Like what you see?”

“You know I do.”

“Still surprised that you could find a man attractive?”

Peter furrowed his brow, and pursed his lips. “Maybe at first, yeah, but not now. I can feel you.” He placed a hand on his chest and then pointed to his head. “I can feel your emotions. I knowwhat you say about us is true. Maybe it isn’t so hard to be with a man, you, because we’re meant to be together.”

Minho kissed his cheek and grabbed his jeans. Bending over meant Peter could see Minho’s ass and the remnants of what they’d done. “Rex is waiting. I can hear him talking.”

Peter tilted his head, trying to hear what Minho could but picked up nothing. “Your hearing is amazing.”

“Yours will improve too.”

“Will some of the gray disappear as well?” Pulling a T-shirt on, Peter was surprised to see Minho frowning at him. “What?”

“I love you the way you are. I don’t want you to change.”

“Maybe a little less gray.” Peter walked past Minho to go downstairs but Minho stopped him.

“I don’t say the words to make you feel better. I say them because I mean them. Even if you were old and gray and using a cane I would still want you. I would still love you.”

Peter opened his mouth then slowly closed it. “Minho,” he murmured.

“I’ve spent years knowing you were my mate. Years watching you grow and mature into the man you are now. Years watching you and Diane raise a family. You’ve only had hours of knowing I exist. My feelings are going to be stronger than yours. Give it time and you’ll understand.” Minho released Peter and finished dressing. “Someone said I had to step-dad, here. Rex is waiting for us.”

“I’m not looking forward to this.” Peter chuckled but there was no humor. No, he wasn’t looking forward to this conversation at all. Walking past Minho, he jogged down the stairs and found Rex pacing in the kitchen. “Rex.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“First, I’m still your father, so you’ll speak to me with respect. Second, it’s new.”

Rex’s eyes moved past Peter and narrowed as they stared at something, or more accurately, someone behind him. “Who are you?”

“Minho.”

“Where are you from?”

“Jesus,” Peter whispered, rubbing his forehead.

“I’m Asian and it’s nice to meet you.”

“Huh. Yeah. Bet it is.” Rex looked Minho up and down, sniffed, then asked, “When did you start sucking dick, Dad?”

Peter stormed over to Rex and pointed at him. “Don’t you speak to me like that. We raised you better than that.”

“You and Mom? The woman you forgot as soon as he came along, or is he the latest one?”

Maybe I should flash my fangs at him?

Peter spun around on the spot, his mouthing gaping open. “What?”

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