Page 26 of Just A Little Love

“Today at the store, before I got upset, I liked the books. It was fun.” My voice was shy, but I tried hard to make eye contact.

“Yeah?” Daddy’s happiness was tangible. “My turn. May I ask you something?” Gabriel looked serious, but his eyes were twinkling. Unable to look him in the eyes anymore, I buried my face into the crook between his neck and shoulder but nodded yes. I felt his hand plop on my head, and he twirled strands of my hair between his fingers. “Before you became overwhelmed, and I said dumb shit, did you like how it felt?”

Vulnerability was clear in his question. He tried to project casualness, but he didn’t quite make it. Gabriel was secure in his enjoyment of care taking, but he was clearly aware of how people sometimes misinterpreted it. Because it was important, I raised my head from its resting spot and looked directly into hismahogany eyes. This question was too significant for there to be misunderstanding or room for evasion. “Yeah, Daddy, I liked it a lot.” My voice was as solemn as his question, but my quick lick of his nose ruined the seriousness of my tone.

Quick as lightning, Daddy deftly flipped me onto my back and pinned my arms above my head. His bigger body blanketed my own, pressing me into the cushions with the most delicious pressure. I felt his reinvigorated semi against my stomach, but he was still pretty soft and I squirmed to torment him a smidge. I wasn’t fooling him, and I couldn’t stop giggling as Daddy groaned and tried to look serious.

“Bunny, here’s the downside to getting old. It takes longer to recover, so I’m gonna need you to give me a minute or thirty.”

When he said it, he lowered his head until he was nuzzling the secret spot behind my ear that made me cry like a kitten. My entire body shuddered when he sucked the skin into his mouth, and I felt his tongue on me. My cock valiantly tried to rally.

“Baby, don’t do this to me. I was going somewhere with this. If I’m gonna make it happen, I need to call before it gets much later. “

“Boo, Daddy.” I couldn’t help myself because I wanted him to keep going. Daddy nipped my ear and smacked my hip.

“Behave, Bunny, we need to do this while we can.”

With a long-suffering sigh, I wiggled out from under him and sat up so Daddy could do the same. After a quick kiss on my lips, he pushed himself up against the back of the couch. He looked around for his pants, which were all the way across the room. With a huff of his own, he hefted himself up and padded naked to get them. The view of his ass was lovely, and I ogled it without an ounce of shame. He grabbed his phone out of his pants, took the time to pick up the rest of our clothes, checked the time on his phone, and then promptly dropped everything back onto the floor. He was already looking up something on the phone when he returned to me.

I sat next to where he landed on the sofa with my legs crossed. We were both naked, but neither one of us moved to cover ourselves. Daddy had made clear how much he appreciated my slender body. I wasn't one to work out because, ugh, so it was genetic luck I was on the skinny side. No toned abs were in my future, but the hunger in Daddy’s expression when he looked at me put whatever worry I had about my body to rest. Despite being a total hypocrite, I secretly enjoyed Daddy's love of working out. He worked hard to maintain a toned and tailor-made for me body. My daddy was hot.

“Bunny, I have an idea. If I do it soon, I can order a delivery from the kink store. If you let me, I very much want to spend the night and see if you can try being little when we get up.” Daddy looked like he was going to get up and maybe go. I jumped into his lap to keep him with me.

“Nope, you stay here.” I popped the “P” so he would know I meant it. “Could you please surprise me with whatever you choose? Would that be okay?”

“Yeah, it is, Bunny. If I do it now, I can get everything ordered and delivered tonight.” Daddy leaned over and gave me another kiss, but his one lingered, and I chased him when he pulled away. “Do you want to read while I get this stuff ordered?”

“Would you mind if I watched something? You are probably the only person, besides Anders, who wouldn't care what I watch when I want to shut off my brain.” Daddy leaned back, grabbed the remote off the side table, and quirked his eyebrow while he waited for me to tell him what to put on. “Please put on the dragon rider show. It's saved in my favorites.” My face burned with embarrassment.

Daddy’s smile was radiant, and he beckoned me to snuggle into his side again. “Get comfy, Bunny.”

Chapter 15

Gabriel

Ineeded to buy a lotto ticket.

That Rory gave me a chance to fix my screw-up yesterday was a sign from the universe. If there had ever been a boy custom-made for me, he was it. Rory was a rule follower and a good boy with just enough sass to make anyone smile. He was a brave boy, too. His willingness to put himself out there, even when obviously nervous and scared, was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

How different would our world be if we all took chances in life and loved like Rory? We would end up heartbroken a few more times, but it hadn't dampened his appetite to fall in love. I couldn’t give him that, but I damn sure could help him find a path that would lead to happiness for him. The thought of him finding happiness with someone who wasn’t me twisted my insides. My fucking schedule was going to interfere soon, and there wasn’t much I could do about it. It was the entire reason whatever this was with my… no, not my… a perfect boy was only temporary.

It was not on anyone’s bingo card that I’d end my day snuggled with him on the couch to order kink stuff online for a late-day delivery. It cost me a damn fortune to have the order pulled and delivered, but this shopping spree was worth every penny. Hell, I’d pay double if it meant I would finally see Rory let himself enjoy the little side of himself. I’d seen glimpses of it, but he hadn’t quite been ready to let loose of his control. Today, maybe tomorrow, I hoped he felt secure enough to let his defenses down and be ready to explore that side of him.

It was difficult not to go overboard, but I did my best to stick with the necessities. Since Rory was half-asleep upstairs when the items were delivered. I quickly unwrapped and washed what I could, including my clothes, so everything would be ready when he woke in the morning. It was probably rude to wander through the house, but forcing him out of bed was worse. After our first impromptu sleepover, a laundry situation was unquestionably a daddy problem.

My nerves and a healthy dose of excitement had me wide awake at seven a.m. on a Saturday. It took every ounce of strength inmy body not to awaken Rory. It had been so long since I woke up with someone, the sensation of it felt off, but in the best possible way. With hookups, neither of us spent much time together after the deed was done. If I was with someone at the club for a play scene, we’d be there for the moment, a few hours at most, but no one slept overnight there either. Both options were temporary fixes to relieve tension and need. We both got an itch scratched, and we went our separate ways.

Rory rustled next to me. He didn’t intend to do it, but when his ass brushed against my morning wood, it made concentrating on my plan for this morning difficult. I’d known this man barely a week, and he'd already burrowed his way into my psyche.

“Daddy, you waking me up.” Rory’s sleepy voice came from under the covers, where he’d scooted down farther and farther all night. “You 'kay?” He only sounded half-wake, and there was no way I was going to share anything like my conflicted thoughts on a morning we’d agreed he’d try to sink into little space.

“Bunny, it’s grown-up thoughts, and you don’t need to worry about those, okay?” He murmured something that sounded affirmative, so I let it go. My hand couldn’t stay out of his hair while we talked. It was so silky smooth and shifted through my fingers like water. It had quickly become my own personal fidget. “Before I forget, do you remember your safe word?”

Rory giggled, “We both have to ‘member. It’s red for stop, green for go, and yellow for sloooow down.” He’d drawn the word out slowly and promptly chuckled at his own joke. It was safe to say my boy was awake.

“You ready to get up?”

Please, please, please be ready.

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