Page 46 of Hell's Kitten

“Nim?” he says, sounding so unsure and small it brings a lump to my throat.

“Yes, baby?” I reply. I lift my right hand from his shoulder to cup the side of his face.

He hesitates for a moment, looking away. “What can I call you?”

For a moment, I’m confused. “Daddy,” I say eventually, feeling like I’m missing something.

Sure enough, he’s still looking away, but now he bites his lip. “I mean to other people. Are you…are you my boyfriend? Are we exclusive?”

If I felt like an idiot before, it’s absolutely nothing to the mortification that rushes through me right then. I pull him against me in a crushing hug, burying my face against his neck as he clings to me.

“Oh, baby boy,” I cry in anguish. “You’re my everything! That’s what being your Daddy means to me. You can call me your boyfriend or your partner or whatever. I am totally devoted to you, and the fact that you didn’t already know that breaks my heart.”

He lets out a sob against my chest, and I just hold him even tighter. I’m so ashamed of myself. This is why Brent left. I’m terrible at getting what’s out of my head into the world. I thought Jessie understood what we were, but obviously, I wasn’t clear enough.

I’m a bad Daddy.

“I’m so sorry,” I utter again, my throat thick. “I let you down.”

He shakes his head. “I was too afraid to ask,” he says with a hiccup. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry I called you a liar.”

“I willneverlie to you,” I promise him, kissing down his jaw until he turns his head slightly and allows me to capture his mouth. I claim him with a terrified sort of passion. I could havelosthim because I’m such an ass. “You have nothing to apologize for,” I reassure him.

“I was afraid to ask for what I wanted,” he says, his glassy eyes searching mine. “I thought if we didn’t label it, then it couldn’t be a rejection. I thought I was okay with that. I didn’t want to rush it.”

“Me neither,” I admit.

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, and then we both jumped in feet first anyway.” I laugh with him, not denying it. However, then he exhales and looks more seriously at me. “Nim, you know that Parker hurt me. But that was more because he leftme out on the streets. I…I don’t think I ever felt about him the way I do about you. I hope that’s okay to say.”

I sigh and rub my thumb against his cheekbone. “That’s definitely okay,” I say. “I…um, I care about you a lot, Jessie.”

I’m worried that I shouldn’t be saying things like that so soon. I don’t want to pressure him or scare him off. From the look on his face, however, I suspect it was exactly the right thing to say. I’m fretting about overwhelming him when actually what he probably needs ismoreassurance after what his ex pulled on him.

“I’m the luckiest kitten in the world,” Jessie says with a sweet smile as he rubs my back.

I shake my head. “Nuh-uh. I’m the luckiest Daddy,” I insist, leaning down to capture his lips again.

It isn’t long before our kisses become frantic, and soon we’re pulling off each other’s clothes in a mad rush. As we tumble onto the bed, I get the feeling neither of us wants to mess around too much with preparation. So I just pin him to the bed, smothering him, showing him who he belongs to as I wrap my hand around both our cocks.

We thrust together and pant into each other’s mouths. I steady myself above him with my free hand, and he digs his fingers into my back, scratching me with his new manicure.

I love it. I want his claw marks on me all the time.

Sometimes our lovemaking is slow and luxurious. This is desperate and raw. As he starts to come, I kiss his neck and hold him close, telling him how good and perfect he is. And that he’s mine.

Mine, mine,mine.

Once he’s spent, he flops back down on the mattress with a full-body shudder, his chest covered in his mess. He’s so beautiful it takes my breath away. How he could have eventhought for one second that I wasn’t in this a hundred percent with him breaks my heart.

I’ll have to do better from now on.

I take myself in hand and stare down at him as I chase my own climax. It doesn’t take long before I’m painting him with long white ropes that splatter across his skin and the surrounding sheet like he’s my own personal work of art. He never takes his eyes off me, looking up at me through dark eyelashes.

My heart stutters as the last of my seed spills. I know I’m looking down at him lovingly as well.

Because I love him.

The realization terrifies me because in the next breath I know how it would destroy me to lose him. I’ve never felt so wholly enveloped by someone else in my entire life. The emotion is too much. Rather than pay too close attention to it, I lean down and press my lips against his, kissing him tenderly.

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