Page 63 of Just A Little Magic

“That’s a yes?”

“Yes.”

Barrett’s whoop of victory rattled the window and sent Elizabeth running in to check on us. He scooped her up and danced around the kitchen in victory. Her purrs sent a second wave of rattles.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

BARRETT

“C’mon, Owen, you need more than a few changes of clothes if you’re moving in with me. You need like your whole wardrobe.”

We both stood with our arms crossed and glared at each other while Owen tried to decide what to pack. Owen’s mutinous expression was likely an attempt to look hard-edged, but he mostly looked cute. This wasn’t an argument I was willing to lose. Hell, I wanted his lease terminated so I could move everything he owned into my house.

“I will do one week, and that’s plenty.”

“Two weeks, and I’ll carry everything to the car.”

“What kind of offer is that? You’d insist on doing it anyway. And if I do two, I get no argument about staying in the guest room.”

“Ugh, no way are you staying in the guest room.” Lordy, this man was obstinate. “You need to be in my bed. If you don’t want me in there, I’ll go somewhere else.”

“Barrett, I’m not kicking you out of your own bed.”

“Then I guess we’re gonna share it.”

I didn’t want to rehash his stubbornness again, so I left the closet with a suitcase, intent on packing items from his dresser. I set the luggage on his bed and opened the bottom dresser drawers. I pulled out stacks of little clothing.

There were footed pajamas and ribbed ones. They would be toasty in winter, but I knew he ran hot at night and never slept in much. When I returned for another stack, I found his cotton bodysuits. There were a couple of cute ones with monsters and a few Sasquatch ones, but most had Daddy on them. I wondered if all the Daddy vibes meant something or if he’d just gotten a good deal.

“Oh, you found them.”

Owen looked nervous, which confused me. I was always around littles, so I didn’t see the big deal. When I opened the next drawer to pull stuff out, I knew exactly what had him worried. His stash of cloth covers and disposable diapers were in this drawer. When I glanced up at him, he’d stopped breathing. I picked them up and examined a few of the covers. He’d obviously forgotten I’d dressed him in them the night I stayed and tucked him in.

“They’re cute,” I said with a shrug and put them in the suitcase.

Owen’s breath came out in a whoosh. I crossed the room to him, rested my hands on his hips, and pulled him close to my body. Him this close to me set off a chain reaction. My nipples pebbled and my cock instantly started to chubb. My heart raced when I realized how close his mouth was to mine.

“I can’t want to see you in them again.” I dropped my head slowly so he could tell me no, brushing my lips across his when he didn’t. His sharp intake of breath was the reaction I had hoped for.

His needy moan spurred me to deepen the kiss. His handssnaked up my chest until he grasped the back of my neck and demanded to give as much as he got.

Neither of us could deny our chemistry. Each time I was lucky enough to taste Owen, I became more intoxicated by him. I didn’t want to waste time regretting the years we missed. Here and now, he had finally agreed to let me prove I could be the Daddy I’d always wanted to be for him. That would be enough because it had to be enough.

I drew back a little and touched my forehead to his. “As much as I want to keep doing this, I want you home more. Let’s finish so we can get settled.”

Owen nodded and stepped back to grab some clothes off the hangers. He had it under control in here so I went to the back to the bedroom. I finished packing his little clothes, along with his underwear and socks. When I started packing the stuffies on his bed, I found a suspicious lump tucked away under the covers near his pillow. Because I’m forever nosy, I pulled back the covers to find the owl I’d won at a frat fundraiser wrapped up in his blue blankie.

“You kept him?” I went back to the bathroom and held him out to Owen.

“Of course I kept him. He’s cute.”

Spoiler alert—he was not cute. His fur-feathers were a strange combination of autumn neon shades and his body was oddly proportioned. Honestly, he looked more like a mosquito than a bird.

“We have very different definitions of that word.”

“I think he’s cute, and he’s mine, and that’s all that matters.”

“Didn’t you tell me I’d left him behind at the fair? Have you been hiding a stolen stuffie this whole time?”

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