Page 106 of Lorcan
Or had I misunderstood? “Sure.”
He pressed a hand to my chest. “For me, topping involves even more trust than bottoming. Trust that you’ll be honest with me. Trust that I won’t hurt you.”
Slowly, I nodded. “Of course.”
“Finally—” He bit his lower lip.
“We promised we would be honest with each other.”Am I right to prod him? He really does seem keen to say this…whateverthisis.
“I’d like to… That is, I’m wondering… I would like so very much…” He shrugged helplessly.
“I can’t read your mind, Lorcan.”
“Pumpkin.” He gazed up at me with guileless eyes.
“Of course.” I smiled. “You’ll always be Pumpkin.”
“So…could I call you Daddy?”
My heart seized. We’d never discussed how he might choose to address me. Until now, we’d kept our play light. He just grinned every time I bought out our special box. I stroked his cheek. “I’d love it if you’d call me Daddy.” My heart was going to burst from joy—I was certain of it.
He launched himself into my arms. “I was hoping you’d say that. Do you really mean it?”
“Pumpkin?”
He pulled back and met my gaze.
“I promised you once that I’d never say anything I didn’t mean. Do you remember that?”
He nodded.
“So yes, let’s open a discussion about what a permanent relationship might look like. I’ll remind you that Foster’s doing diapers and late-night feedings, and he’s not much younger than you.”
His eyes widened—as if he’d forgotten that fact.
“Yes, I’d be happy if you topped me tonight—as long as I get to gaze up at you.”
He nodded enthusiastically.
“And, most importantly, it would mean everything to me if you called meDaddy.”
“That’s my gift to you.” He scrunched his nose. “I forgot to give Aunt Genessa her scarf, and I did buy a jar of pumpkin spice for you as well.”
I cocked my head. “Because you’re my pumpkin?”
“Nope.” He grinned. “Some guy named Ashton said his husband made the stuff with a super-secret recipe and everyone raved about it. So I bought a jar. I’ll bake you a pumpkin pie sometime. And I meant to give that to you as well.” He gazed over to our sleeping furbabies. “I got a little sidetracked.”
“I love the idea of you baking me a pumpkin pie. Aunt Genessa will love her new scarf. She’ll show it off to all her new friends in Good Life.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” Not that my aunt would everhatesomething—except perhaps my parents—but she’d wear the scarf to make Lorcan smile. That, I could say with certainty. “Now, are we going to play first or—”
He launched himself at me.
Ioofedas I landed against the mattress.
He stilled. “Are you okay?”
