Page 39 of Shotgun Daddy
Reece could barely believe what he was saying. But something deep in his gut told him that this needed to happen, and it needed to happen tonight.
Before Reece could take his next breath, Faustino was stepping into the shower, fully clothed and with a look of wild desire in his eyes. This was real, and it was happening quickly…
“From behind,” Reece said, breathlessly turning and pressing his hands up against the shower’s walls as the water continued to fall on him. “Hard. Make me cum quickly. Show me what a naughty boy I am.”
As the words tumbled out of Reece’s mouth, he knew that there was far more going on between him and Faustino than was being spoken. But that didn’t matter. This was all about the moment.
Reece heard Faustino unzip his trousers, felt his Daddy’s hands grip him, and from that point onward it was a blur.
Reece gasped as he felt Faustino’s hard cock thrust up inside him.
He might still have been fully clothed, but that wasn’t stopping Faustino from giving his boy precisely what he had asked of him. Reece quickly began to moan and push his round bottom back against Faustino as he thrusted hard and fast, bringing him to a quick, leg-shaking climax that saw him shoot his load all over the shower’s expensive tiles. And not only that, but the strength of the orgasm made it almost impossible for Reece to support his own weight.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Reece cried out, Faustino continuing to thrust inside him and give him more. “I can’t stand… I… OMG… it’s so…”
“Not until I’m done,” Faustino growled, gripping Reece by his hips and riding him from behind until he shot his hot, urgent seed deep inside him.
Reece could feel something different between them. This was even more electric than it had ever been before. He didn’t know exactly what, but something was very clearly at stake beyond a simple case of makeup sex.
When Faustino finished with his final thrust and deep hold, Reece slid down the shower’s wet wall and sat, naked, as the water cascaded over him. He was spent. And as he looked up at his Daddy towering over him, his cock still semi-hard as it bounced out from his suit trousers, Reece knew that they would need to talk.
But not just yet…
The bedroom was a quiet cocoon, the only light a faint amber glow seeping through the blinds, casting slanted shadows across the plain white walls.
Reece lay tangled in the sheets beside Faustino, his damp hair fanning across the pillow, his body still sensitive and glowing from their shower encounter.
The bed was a battlefield—pillows scattered, blankets bunched at their feet, the mattress dipping where they’d collapsed together, a Daddy and his boy.
Faustino’s arm rested heavy over Reece’s waist, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths…
“We need to talk,” Faustino said, his voice firm but full of love.
“I know,” Reece replied, sighing. “I’ve been thinking. About us, about everything that’s happened.”
Reece could feel Faustino tense up, his hand tightening on his hip, a flicker of wariness crossing his face.
“Tell me,” Faustino said, smiling kindly but with something deeper going on inside his eyes.
Reece took a deep breath, his chest tight with the weight of his decision, and let the words spill out before he could second-guess them.
“I’m down for it… the life of a Fendi Little,” Reece said, his heart pounding and his voice giving away little murmurs of nervousness. “I want to be with you, through all of it. I know it’scrazy, probably totally dangerous, but I can’t leave you. And… I want you to go out there with Matteo and Michael and win this war and then come back to me, Daddy.”
Reece closed his eyes and buried his face in Faustino’s chest. He didn’t know how he was going to respond, or whether he even still wanted to be with him. The shower sex was one thing, but Reece knew that it could have been a final goodbye rather than anything else.
Faustino’s eyes widened, a flash of surprise softening into something tender, almost admiration. He shifted, sitting up to face Reece fully, the sheets rustling as his hand slid to cup his cheek, his thumb brushing his skin.
“Are you sure, Reece?” Faustino asked. “This isn’t some easy road. It’s blood, it’s risk, it’s shit I can’t always keep away from you. You saw what went down today. And you still want in?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Reece answered, his voice firm despite the tremble in his throat. “I was scared… out of my mind, and I was furious too. I meant it when I said I’d leave, and I yelled it like I believed it. But I didn’t, not deep down. You mean so much to me, Faustino. You’re my Daddy. I’m more terrified of losing you than I am of the danger. I want us to be together whatever it takes.”
Reece waited as Faustino stared at him, his thumb tracing slow circles on his cheek. “If you’re in, I’m all in,” Faustino finally answered. “I’ll fight like hell to come back to you. Me, Matteo, Michael… we’ll finish this. I give you my word on that.”
Reece smiled, shaky but real, and nestled into Faustino’s chest once more, his heartbeat a steady thump beneath his ear. Theystayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world outside held at bay for a brief, fleeting moment.
But the danger loomed, and Reece felt it in the way Faustino’s muscles tensed, the resolve hardening in his silence.
“Stay here,” Faustino said, his voice low, firm as he got out of bed and began to get changed into a dry shirt and trousers. “I’ll be back when it’s over. Keep your phone close, okay?”
