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“What if I don’t want to live in the Three Bears building?” he asked, like that would deter me. If my boy wanted to move back to Kansas, then we’d go.

“Then we’ll buy a place somewhere else. Whatever makes you happy.”

“You make me happy, Daddy. And I love this condo. But it does need to be redecorated.”

“Fine, get new furniture, new curtains, whatever you want.”

“No.” He smiled at me. “It’ll be whatever we both want because it’s not just about me. This will be our home.”

“Okay. I just want you to be happy.”

“Know what would make both of us happy?” he asked, biting his bottom lip.

I was pretty sure I knew where he was going with that, but I played along. “No, what would make both of us happy?”

He reached out a finger and trailed it down my chest. “Take me to bed, Daddy.”

Mika

Hawk didn’t hesitate. He scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. I had some scary things ahead of me, but right this minute, that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that Hawk didn’t want me to leave when this was over. I’d hoped—but some part of me had believed all of this was too good to be true. That things like this were for other people, not for me. And now that he was saying he wanted to keep me here with him, I wanted something tangible to seal the deal. It was silly, but it was what I wanted.

“Do we have to use a condom?” I asked.

“We have regular tests here at Three Bears, so I’m good. How about you?”

“I’m good. I can show you, if you want.”

“No need, baby boy. I trust you. Now get naked and on the bed, face down.”

I did as he said and quickly stripped off my clothes.

“Damn, baby, you’re beautiful.”

He moved to the bed and reached out a hand, running it down my body. His rough, calloused hands were like sandpaper against my skin, and just his touch had all my nerves firing on overdrive.

A wicked grin tugged at his lips as he looked down at me. He trailed a few kisses down my back, and my skin broke out in goosebumps. He licked and nibbled his way down my body to my ass cheeks before pulling them apart and blowing a warm breath over my hole. I gasped, my body jumping at the sensation.

“Daddy, what’re you—” I cut off with a gasp as his tongue brushed against my hole. “Oh!”

“Yeah, oh.” He laughed and went back to work. He licked and kissed and nibbled at my opening until I was writhing beneath him. Then he pushed his tongue inside my body.

“Oh God, that feels amazing.” My cock was leaking, and I needed some kind of friction. I moved against the bed in time with the thrusting of his tongue. I was so close, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

“I need—please—more,” I babbled, my brain unable to form a complete thought.

“Oh, does my sweet boy need something more?” he asked, and I nodded frantically.

He moved away, and I whimpered like the needy little bottom I was—but he wasn’t gone long. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him pouring lube onto his fingers.

He slowly began to finger me, and I let out another desperate sound.

“Making you whimper is one of my favorite things, baby boy. I love the sounds you make.”

He worked his finger slowly in and out of me until it was almost too much. My breath came in quick, shaky pants, and I wanted—no, I needed—him to give me more.

“Please, I need you inside me, Daddy.”

“Roll over,” he commanded. “I want you to look me in the eyes when you come so you know who you belong to.”

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