Page 28 of Jace's Secret
“Well… sure, but I didn’t think you meant it. I was expecting a call saying you’d be late. I have things to cook.”
Garrett crosses his arms, his head tilting like Jace is a suspect in a crime and he’s contemplating motive.
“Don’t look at me like that. You work a lot. Why wouldn’t you be working on Christmas?”
“Because I told you I was taking time off. I want to be with you.”
Jace chuckles and takes off his apron.
His Daddy drums his fingers on the counter.
“Well, sure. But work?” Jace asks and runs a hand through his hair. His cheeks are hot, which means he’s blushing under his Daddy’s scrutiny.
“I’ve not taken time off in years. Believe me, I am not leaving you to go to work.”
“I didn’t say ‘leaving me,’” Jace says, hurrying around the counter. He presses his lips to Garrett’s and rubs his hand up and down the front of his work pants.
“Oh, honey,” he says, and kisses Jace gently. He picks up Jace’s hand and twines their fingers together.
“Don’t,” Jace whispers, and tries to pull away. Oh fuck. There are tears in his eyes for literally no damn reason.
Garrett’s grip tightens on him and his other arm wraps around Jace’s waist, hauling him closer. “What did you say?”
“Can I blow you, Daddy?” Jace asks, voice shaky. He presses his damp eyes against his Daddy’s shirt.
“Not right now. Daddy wants to take care of you first.”
Jace shivers and tries to pull away again. “Don’t. I can’t. You’re not supposed to be here.”
“I am here, boy,” Garrett says, voice hard, and Jace is held tight against his body. Jace wiggles, then squirms, and then he’s shoving hard at Garrett’s chest in a half-hearted attempt to get away. His Daddy is strong, and this isn’t the first time Jace has tried to get away from his Daddy being good to him. It’s just too much is the problem.
It’s hard to be wanted and seen and cared for. He can’t stand it sometimes.
“It’s Christmas. Daddy wants this from you,” Garrett says, lips pressed against Jace’s temple. “Be good, baby. You want to cry for Daddy? Do you want to be my best boy?”
“I—you weren’t supposed to be here,” Jace repeats, voice shaky. He has had no one for so long that it’s just too difficult to believe this man will be here.
“I am here. I’m staying. You’re my boy.”
Jace jerks in his arms, as if the words have been whipped into him and left him bloody and peeled open. “I won’t be okay if you go into work, Garrett. Do you understand?” Jace says, voice hard.
Kisses are pressed against the top of his head and then his chin is urged up and Garrett kisses the words into his mouth. “I told my partner that I’m off. That I won’t be coming to work. That I wanted to be with you. If something comes up, I won’t go in. I swear to you, Jace. I can make that promise and keep it.”
“Shit. I’m going to cry.”
They have rules now. Rules Jace is expected to follow and that his Daddy is supposed to enforce.
“I don’t think I heard you, pumpkin. What did you say?”
Desire coils through Jace at the careful question, the out that his Daddy is offering.
“I said a bad word, Daddy,” he repeats, confirming that he wants to be punished.
Jace is led to the couch. Garrett sits down, legs spread. He still has his work shirt and tie on. His slacks are buttoned. It heightens the disparity between them. “I was very bad, Daddy,” Jace says, lower lip trembling.
“That’s okay. I’ll take care of you. Get wet and put on panties, then return to Daddy for your spanking.”
Jace goes, wiping tears away as he obeys. He opens his drawer and finds a small, wrapped package. “What’s this?” he asks loudly, eyeing it like it’s a snake.
