Page 21 of Jace's Secret
“I—Yes, Daddy,” Jace whispers. Then he asks, soft and uncertain, “Is it this easy? Really? You’re just going to be this for me now?”
“I couldn’t figure it out, honey. How I’d keep you safe when all I wanted to do was devour you. You don’t want me as an equal, Jace. You’ve put me on a pedestal and think I’m better than I am, and that leads to disappointment. Or you might let me take advantage of you. I was trying to do what was best for you. But a Daddy can do that, too. I just needed to hear it. I’m your Daddy. You’re my boy. That makes sense to me.”
9
Garrett’s words and actions are life-altering. Because Jace knows that Garrett Locke doesn’t make promises he doesn’t intend to keep. He doesn’t speak thoughtlessly or act on impulse. There is always a plan.
Morals.
A code.
When Garrett says he understands Jace is a boy and he is a Daddy and that he’s going to behave that way from now on, then that’s what will happen. It’s hard to believe because this is what Jace has dreamed about for all of his life.
Maybe there’s a catch, and he just doesn’t see it?
The intensity of how much he wants Garrett is frightening. He stands there frozen, watching as Garrett takes off his shoes and coat. Garrett cuts him a glance and grins at whatever expression he sees on Jace’s face.
Then he has the audacity to wink.
Jace looks away, discombobulated.
This is a mistake.
His confidence has completely evaporated between one breath and the next. He doesn’t even know if he ever had any confidence. It was more desperate desire and determination than the willingness to be a stalker and an easy lay.
“I’m taking a shower. And I’m thinking I might take you with me. You should take your clothes off if you don’t want them soaked.”
“You wouldn’t,” Jace says, heart somersaulting into his stomach. If this man takes off his shirt, Jace will combust into a million pieces right on the spot.
The shirt rises.
“I would,” Garrett says, as his shirt comes off. And oh, there’s so much muscle. He’s tanned and has the perfect amount of chest hair. Which all leads down to where his hands are on his pants, undoing the button, and Jace’s lip stings because he’s biting it too hard.
Everything is happening so quickly.
Garrett comes closer, undoing his belt as he approaches Jace. “Have you gone shy again?” he asks, peering into Jace’s face. Because Jace is staring at Garrett’s slacks, desperately wanting the zipper to come down. His head is lowered so much that Garrett puts a finger under Jace’s chin and forces him to make eye contact.
His Daddy knows exactly how much Jace wants him.
“Come on, boy. You can ogle Daddy in the shower.”
Jace hauls in a breath and is surrounded by the scent of a healthy man in his prime. It could be a candle at Yankee Doodle. Jace could live in this base, feral scent forever.
God, he wants to blow him, wants to bury his face in the man’s balls where he would smell different and earthy and male. His mouth waters, his cock twitches, his balls throb, and he wants to get fingers inside himself, start poking at his prostate to get some of the bottled-up come out. And then the fantasy materializes clear as day in his mind.
He wants to play with his hole while sitting at Garrett’s feet and blowing him.
Then Garrett is naked. He’s perfect. He’s a god of a man. His cock is hard and big and Jace can’t stop staring. Then Garrett’s cock twitches, a response to Jace’s attention, and he makes himself look up, meeting Garrett’s gaze again.
Jace isn’t hard.
If they take a shower, Garrett will know. He can’t stand the idea of that. And then he’ll have to explain, and he doesn’t want to do that, either. Because surely Garrett won’t want him then. He might want a boy, but he doesn’t want a defective one.
And isn’t that what he is?
He takes too long to answer or decide. Maybe both.
Jace yelps as he’s abruptly lifted off the ground.
