Page 8 of Milked

Fuck, I hoped he never stopped calling me that. I loved ‘Father’ and ‘Daddy’ from Finn, but ‘sir’ from Ryder was another ball game, especially from one seemingly so innocent. It was the main reason I didn’t tell him to call me Knox.

“Is Mrs. Porter here? I haven’t met her.”

“Ms. Larson. She kept her maiden name. But no, she passed away five years ago from esophageal cancer.”

“Oh, I… sorry, sir.”

“It was a long time ago. Everyone is out in the back,” I said, letting Ryder lead so I could press my hand to the small of his back and guide him toward Finn. When he didn’t flinch, I kept my hand there as we meandered along the pathway toward the lush lawn.

The place was getting crowded, full of friends of mine, as well as Finn’s, along with a select few staff members from my club. The early September day was hot enough to swim, but only a few guests dove in.

There was a band setting up in the distance. “I’ve hired the Cutting Throats, a popular local rock band. Have you heard of them?”

He looked at me with hazel eyes, appearing entirely out of place. Perhaps he was, but he’d learn to fit in soon enough.

“No, sir. I’m afraid I’m still getting used to the newer music around here.”

“Well, I think you’ll enjoy them.”

With my hand still attached to his lower back, delicately touching him with my fingers, I led him toward Finn, who was sipping a cocktail, chatting with a couple of his model friends.

When we reached him, he turned to eye Ryder, and a warm smile formed on his face. I couldn’t see his eyes since he was wearing sunglasses, but no doubt those green gems would be glittering in delight.

“Ryder! You made it.” Finn met us the rest of the way, leaving his friends behind, who were watching Ryder closely with suspicion, no doubt snubbing their noses, but Ryder was either too polite to say anything or too naïve to notice.

Finn pulled him into a quick hug combined with a back pat, and Ryder reciprocated with a shy smile.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” I said, giving them a slight bow of my head.

“Thank you for bringing him to me safely, Father.”

“You’re welcome.”

With that, I walked off to watch the two young men interact, curious about any natural chemistry between them and how Ryder reacted to Finn.

My stepson wore his usual smirk, saying something to Ryder, but I wasn’t close enough to hear them.

One of several servers stepped up to me with a tray full of assorted drinks. I chose thePouilly-Fumé Clos du Calvaire Dagueneau2008. I lifted the glass and inhaled the bouquet through my nose, smelling the exotic fruits. Then I took a sip of the white wine that was polished and matured to perfect precision. Being the owner of a nightclub, I had to have a full understanding of all liquors.

My eyes never left the two young men—one I hoped to know more of and the other I loved with everything I had.

Ryder was stiff while Finn started unbuttoning Ryder’s shirt with his eyes glued to the other man. My bartender was so responsive to Finn’s touch that you could see him tremble from here while Finn pretended not to notice. Ryder’s reactions only reinforced what I’d expected. It made my cock stir to life, imagining doing all sorts of naughty things to him, but I had full control over my body and calmed it down.

Ryder didn’t stop Finn when he had Ryder’s shirt fully unbuttoned, exposing pale, creamy-white skin with a defined chest and stomach. He definitely took care of his body.

Finn stood back to inspect his handiwork before snapping his fingers and reaching for Ryder again. He slid his fingers into the waistband of my bartender’s dark wash jeans and grabbed the elastic of his boxer briefs. The young man just stood there with wide, innocent eyes, allowing Finn to do whatever he wanted. Absolutely perfect.

But suddenly, Ryder grabbed Finn’s wrists as if his trance had broken. “What the…” I read on his lips.

My stepson said something to him before Ryder nodded and let go of his hands.

Finn grabbed the belt loops of Ryder’s jeans, tugging at them down to show more of the underwear band. He stood back again, smiling and nodding, but Ryder looked unsure.

I hadn’t been certain of what Finn’s plan had been, but if he was good at anything, it was seduction; something I had experienced myself. When Finn wanted something bad enough, he did all he could to have it. There was no point in fighting him, and it was much more pleasurable to give in.

“Who’s that?” someone asked as I took another sip of wine. “A new model?”

I glanced down at the shorter man and my manager at the club. He wore sunglasses over his amber eyes, his tight black curls were closely cropped to his perfectly shaped head, and his umber skin contrasted with the beige linen shirt he wore. His body was lean yet muscular, and he was stunning to look at. Most of the staff members who worked at Legends were attractive. In the end, sex sells.

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