Page 27 of Jace's Secret
Jace climbs onto the bed, kisses him briefly and then lies down in the center, ass up, knowing exactly what he wants.
“Pretty fucking boy. Are you ready for Daddy now?”
“Yes, please,” he mumbles, rubbing his cheek against the bed.
The bed shifts as his Daddy changes position. Hot hands frame Jace’s ass, lifting the straps of his panties and sliding underneath so he can touch Jace’s bare skin. His Daddy groans and pulls the center strap to the side so his hole is exposed. He can’t see what his Daddy is doing, but he knows, can imagine and fill in the details.
He can hear the faint shuffling as his Daddy strokes his cock and the slick sound of lube being applied. And then his Daddy moves even closer, thighs against Jace’s, and the hot head of his cock kisses Jace’s hole.
“Pretty panties, baby. Daddy will fuck you with these on. But you knew that’s what I’d want, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispers, the tears returning. He presses his face into the pillow and fists the bedding, chest tight with emotion. How does his Daddy know exactly what to say, what he’s so desperate to hear?
“Of course you did. Because you’re my good fucking boy. You know what Daddy likes.”
The head of Garrett’s cock presses into him, knuckles grazing Jace’s ass cheek as Garrett holds his cock steady, sinking into Jace’s body. Jace exhales in a long moan, relaxing, accepting, body straining to allow his Daddy’s cock to get as deep as it can.
“Yeah, that’s so fucking good. So hot and tight. This is the perfect home for Daddy’s cock, isn’t it, boy?”
“Yes,” Jace gasps, shuddering in pleasure, his hole so hot that he twitches like he wants to get away. He’s sensitive from his Daddy’s mouth and aching with arousal, and his Daddy is almost too big. But Jace is slick and soft and so Garrett’s cock sinks deep, Jace having no choice but to accept and relax as best he can.
His Daddy groans in relief. His fingers have a hard grip on Jace’s hips. “Stay still for Daddy. Let Daddy in now. Daddy has to come,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispers, and surrenders, some resistance sighing out of him.
His Daddy feels it, grunts, and then he’s pulling out and sinking back in, deciding on a rhythm.
Between one thrust and the next, Jace drifts away.
11
His Daddy is terrifyingly perfect. He’s so attuned to Jace’s needs that it’s occasionally a little unsettling. Especially at first. When all it would take was the tilt of Jace’s head, the slightest frown, a shift in his posture, and his Daddy would change what he was saying or doing because he knew Jace either wasn’t happy or was incredibly turned on by whatever mundane thing Garrett was doing.
It’s frightening to be known so well. To have someone trained in mannerisms and behavior turn all of that on Jace with the express purpose of having Jace fall apart. Or in love.
Jace is desperately in love with his Daddy.
And now it’s Christmas, and of course, his Daddy’s job is important. Criminals don’t seem to take any breaks just because it’s the holidays, but they’re still going to try to spend it together.
Jace is half expecting Garrett will have to leave halfway through dinner (or sex), or present opening (or sex), and he’s trying not to think about just how devastated he’ll be if that happens.
It’s just that he’s never had a Christmas with someone he loved as an adult. All the Christmases of his youth are very far away now and tinged with so much loss that sometimes it’s easier not to think about them.
Which means Jace has gone all out for this Christmas. He’s going to start cooking on the twenty-third while Garrett is at work. He’s chosen recipes that are complicated enough that he will be quite busy on the twenty-fourth as well. Which means it will be absolutely necessary for Garrett to be called into the office so he can get it all done.
When Garrett’s door opens at noon on the twenty-third and there’s the familiar thud of his bag setting down, Jace jolts in surprise. He’s leaning on the counter, poring over a recipe for the umpteenth time with Dolly Parton’s Christmas songs on in the background. He’s wearing red Crocs paired with candy cane pajama pants, and he isnotprepared for his Daddy to come home.
Garrett rounds the corner and Jace blinks at him.
“You’re home.”
“I’m home,” he says, smiling and eyeing up Jace like his outfit is a lot more attractive than it really is.
“I thought you’d be… working?”
Garrett frowns. Jace’s stomach flips at the sight. He’s done something that has piqued his Daddy’s curiosity, but god only knows what it might be. Detective Daddy is in, he thinks, and brushes a hand idly down his apron.
“I told you I was taking time off. I said I’d be home at noon,” he says, and looks at his watch. “It’s 12:03.”
