Page 3 of Like the Season
“I’ll miss you, too, Daddy.” He smiled as Boyd groaned.
“You know what that does to me when you call me that.” He pulled Caleb’s hand onto his bulge and squeezed it around his cock before putting it back on his thigh. “I’m going to want to ride you like a pony when we’re together again.”
Caleb’s smile widened. His Sir was a sadist, and Caleb got his little tweaks in here and there, even though he was usually a masochist. “It’s only a week.” Caleb would fly out and join him next Friday, spend the weekend in Oregon with Boyd, and they’d fly home together that Sunday evening.
“I know, but I hate being away from you.”
“But this is a good thing, Sir. You’ve missed enough time with her already.”
Boyd’s daughter, Ella, who Boyd hadn’t even known about until mere days before he and Caleb took their relationship to the next level. After dropping the news on Boyd that he was her father, Ella had basically disappeared, and wouldn’t respond to calls or texts. She’d finally broken her silence last weekend and contacted him…but it turned out she actually lived in Oregon.
Now, Boyd was flying out to spend the week with her.
Boyd gently squeezed his hand before playing with the chainmaille bracelet around Caleb’s right wrist—his day collar. “That’s one of the reasons why I love you—because you’re practical and caring and not a selfish jerk. And you put up with me and my sadistic ways.”
“You’re easy to put up with, Sir. I’ve never even flown before. This will be my first plane trip.”
Boyd stared at him. “Never?”
Caleb shook his head. “My parents never had much of a budget to take us anywhere. I went to college less than an hour away.”
“What about when you came down for your job interview with me?”
“I drove. Less than thirteen hours one way.” Caleb felt his face heat. “And I didn’t have to spend money on a plane ticket, hotel room, or a rental car by driving my car. I did the math—paying for gas was cheaper.”
He felt Boyd’s eyes on him. “You seriously drove down for your interview? If you didn’t stay in a hotel, what’d you do?”
“Drove down, napped in a McDonald’s parking lot, made sure I was awake and dressed and not looking horrible before the interview, brushed my hair and my teeth, talked to you, and then drove home after.”
“Buddy, I thought you flew down.”
“I didn’t exactly want you to know how broke I was. Most employers aren’t looking for ‘desperate to escape homophobic family and shitty living conditions’ as preferable qualities they need in a new hire.”
Boyd squeezed Caleb’s hand again. “I hired you because you were qualified and eager and had plenty of the right work experience.”
“And because you love green eyes?”
Boyd smiled. “I’ll never admit it in front of Human Resources, but maybe when I was presented with three qualified finalists who were otherwise equal in experience and education, green eyesmighthave skewed it in your favor.”
Caleb smiled. “And my cute ass?”
“Definitelyyour cute ass.” Caleb glanced over at him. Boyd’s blue eyes gleamed with amusement. “Even though I never thought I’d have a chance at it.”
“Never thought I’d have a chance at yours, either, Sir. Thank god for Kent.”
Boyd sighed. “Yeah, thank god for Kent. I told him we’re missing the party next weekend.”
“Totally worth it.”
“You’re really looking forward to meeting her?”
“Of course. She’s your daughter.”
He stared out the windshield, grief brushing his expression. “She’s a stranger.”
“Doesn’t matter. She’syourdaughter, Sir.”
He was acutely aware of Boyd turning to watch him again. “We really haven’t talked much about your family. I know you’re not close to them, and I haven’t wanted to push you about it. But I’d like to know more, when you’re ready to talk about them.”
