Page 18 of Soothe Me, Daddy
“And I wouldn’t ever want to stop you from saying it, but I do think there is a time and place for certain topics of conversation.”
Henley scrunched his nose up. “Is there really?”
“Yes,” Isaac said firmly.
They walked in silence for a few steps before Henley asked, “What should I call you?”
Isaac exhaled deeply. “I would love for you to call me Daddy. But you don’t have to. Isaac is fine, too.”
Henley rested his head against Isaac’s shoulder, wrapping his free hand around his biceps. “I would love to call you Daddy.”
“Does everything sound okay so far?”
Henley nodded, and when Isaac raised his eyebrows, he added, “Yes…Daddy.”
Isaac inhaled and briefly closed his eyes, his pulse skyrocketing at the word. “Perfect.” He pressed a kiss to the side of Henley’s forehead, pulling him close. “Let’s head back.”
Changing the subject on the stroll back to the car, Isaac found out that Henley was visiting his family the following day. All of them were congregating at their dads’ house for his sister Tracey’s birthday.
Isaac pulled up at Henley’s house, seeing it in darkness, and assumed his sisters had gone home. He walked around to the passenger door and opened it, helping Henley out once more. Linking their fingers again, he wandered up the garden path, stepping onto the porch and turning to face Henley.
“Thank you for tonight, Henley.” Isaac’s gaze roamed his face, taking in the glacial blue eyes, strong nose and full lips before returning to his eyes.
“Thank you for taking me out for dinner…Daddy,” Henley whispered.
“You’re welcome.”
Isaac reached a hand to the back of Henley’s neck before leaning in and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. He sipped at Henley’s top lip, then his bottom lip before pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Goodnight, Henley.”
Walking away was the hardest thing he’d had to do for a long time.
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Chapter 7
Henley
“You’re goddamn right I did,” replied Henley, still seething from being left on his porch without the goodbye he had been hoping for. “I lost count how many times I came once I’d run upstairs. I don’t care if he punishes me for it. You don’t leave a man hanging, Ariel. It’s not kind.”
“You’ll survive.” Henley wasn’t so sure.
Actually, he did care. He didn’t want to get punished for masturbating all night long, but he had been so horny, and every time the images from their date came to mind, he became hard again. Even now, he felt his cock twitch despite the numerous orgasms.
He was pissed off with Isaac, that was for certain. He had no idea how he was going to face him the following day without screeching at him.
Henley knew their relationship had only just begun, but why did Isaac have to leave? He could’ve stayed, and they could’ve had some fun. But no, he was being all gentlemanly.
By the time he met Isaac at the warehouse on Monday morning, he was less angry but more upset. Last night, he had wondered if there was something wrong with him, and that was why Isaac hadn’t wanted him. His mood had plummeted, and he’d struggled to sleep. So, an early morning of lugging boxes from the warehouse to a van was not the best idea. Still, it was his job, and he’d do it, even if he moped along the way.
“Is everything okay, Henley?” Isaac asked.
“Yes, thanks,” he replied, picking up another box. He knew he was a lot quieter than usual. It was a mixture of being upset about the weekend and lack of sleep. He also knew that Isaac would pick up on it, but there was nothing he could do to prevent that.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Not really.”
