Page 30 of Devil's Deal

He pointed his tongue, stabbing it into me, softening the tight ring with each pass. Going out of my mind, I clutched the pillow with one hand while grabbing my cock with the other, begging, “Daddy,” the whole time.

“Damn, you’re such a good boy,” he said, manhandling me and rolling me over. “Do you have condoms and lube?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Only lube.” I panted, pointing at the nightstand drawer.

Bosley leaped up and ran to his pants, pulling out a condom, and I rolled over to my back and felt around until I got my hands on the lube. He smirked. “You want it, don’t you, boy? You want me to fuck you so hard, don’t you? Make you scream for me?”

“Yes, fuck yeah, Daddy. Now shut up and get on with it.”

Bosley laughed, but he got on with it. Opening me up with clever fingers while I let every sensation course through me, enjoying it and memorizing it at the same time. I hadn’t known the last time Mac and I had made love that itwasthe last. That there’d never be another chance to touch and experience each other. But I knew Bosely would be moving on sooner than later. He wasn’t promising me forever, just right now, andapplesauce, I deserved this.

“You ready?” he asked, as he rolled on the condom.

“Show me what you got, Daddy,” I said, half-teasing, half-demanding. “I need it hard.”

“Fuck yeah.” He scrambled to his knees, then pushed my knees up. “Hold these, boy. I know you can.”

Then he plunged into me, just the way I liked it. He didn’t treat me like a delicate flower or sweet-talk me. He pumped in and out of me, each thrust harder than the one before. Demanding. It was hot as hell. How had I gotten so lucky that the first man to have me since Mac died was so freaking skilled and attentive? He grabbed my dick, stroking it along with the thrusts of his hips. “Call me Daddy,” he growled when I got lost in the sensations.

“Daddy,” I panted. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” I repeated as heat raced up my spine. “I’m going to come, Daddy.”

“Fuck yeah. I want to see it, boy. Show me your cum.” And that was it. He pumped out my cum, while quickly filling the condom in my ass with his own release. It was hot, hard, fast, and everything I’d forgotten I wanted and needed.

After he cleaned me up, he crawled back into bed next to me and patted his chest. I didn’t hesitate to curl into him and lay my head over his reassuring heartbeat. It had been so long since someone held me this way. It had been since Mac. My eyes prickled with tears, and I blinked them back quickly, but a few slipped out.

Bosley ran his hand over my head. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I said hoarsely.

“Do you want to talk about him? About Mac?”

Did I want to lay here right now with the man who I’d just called Daddy and talk about my last Daddy, my husband, my heart? “No, it’s fine.”

“Ah, my quirky boy, you’re obviously not fine. Should I have taken you to my room? I didn’t mean to invade your space with your husband.”

“What?” I propped my chin on his chest and looked up. Bosley stared down into my eyes. “Mac never slept here. The belfry was storage until after he passed away.”

“I guess that makes sense. You don’t have a lot of stuff in here.”

Laying back down, I settled further into the warm heat of his body. “The house I shared with him holds over twenty years of memories together, but I couldn’t sleep there. It was too lonely at night, so I converted this into my own little slice of Heaven.”

“And it’s worked out?”

I smiled. “My employees have become my family. Some of them, like Everest and Harlow, were family even before Mac died. I rest better here.”

He rubbed a hand down my back. “But you still don’t sleep great, do you? Even before the current problems, you didn’t sleep well, did you?”

“No, I didn’t. I miss Mac. I miss having someone hold me.”

Bosley kissed the top of my head and tightened his arms around me. “Then you sleep. I’ve got you. You can trust me, Cory.”

I wished that was true. I wished he wasn’t leaving sooner than later. I wished whatever his business was didn’t involve a criminal element. I wished that he’d want me to be his quirky boy. Maybe not forever, but for a while, at least. Most of all, I wished…

Sleep claimed me before I finished that thought.

When I woke,the sun filtered through the windows. There was no sign of Bosley, but the impression of his head was still in the pillow, and the space beside me was still warm. Wow. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept that long or that hard.

On the nightstand next to my bed, he’d left a note.

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