Page 80 of The Apprentice
“This doing it for you?” The amusement in his voice tickled my insides. The serious Daddy Daire was hot, but this one? The carefree Daire—the one I made happy? Fucking stunning.
“What can I say? I get hard when there’s feelings involved,” I teased.
He laughed. “Okay, boy, get ready to come in your pants.” He carded his fingers through my hair and tugged my head back. “My first history book was given to me when I was eight as a birthday present. From Sloan.”
I cocked my head to the side in surprise. “Uncle gave it to you?”
“Yeah.” He turned his head to the bookshelf with a sentimental gleam in his eye. “We’d known each other for a few weeks by then. My father had already joined the Killough Company. I was a quiet, shy boy. Sloan thought I was odd. He told me that, too. Then, he found me watching a documentary on TV when he came to visit our house with his father. He asked me why I wanted to watch something about dead people. I told him I enjoyed history. I liked to consume information about it whenever I could. My birthday was a week later, and he showed up with this.”
Daire walked over to his desk and opened the first drawer. He pulled out a thick book and held it toward me. I took it and cradled it like the treasure it was. The cover was old and frail, brown in color with a drawn image of two Roman-type figures fighting on the front. The titleHistory of the Peloponnesian Warspread across the cover.
“It’s an account written by Thucydides, an Athenian historian. He served as a general in the war between the Peloponnesian League and the Delian League.” He stared down at the book warmly, and I brushed my hand over the cover. I could feel Daire’s connection to the work, despite not fully understanding his love for history.
I had absolutely no interest in ancient history, but hearing Daire speak about it was something else entirely. Need clenched at my insides. Daire wasn’t just giving me information about his past, he was sharing these soft, tender parts of himself that many would never know. There wasn’t anything hotter.
I placed the book on the desk carefully and took in the sharp lines of my Daddy’s cheekbones and his dark eyes—soul searching for a glimpse of the man underneath the somber mask.
Daire. The good son. The reliable one.
He was the best friend and second-in-command who never questioned Sloan’s orders.
He was the history lover who enjoyed reading and had walls of books.
He was the skilled strategist who built the impenetrable fortress to protect our illegal crimes behind the facade of a hospital for the rich.
But the most important part was that he was my Daddy, and I had all of him now.
I brushed my hand over his chest, my breathing growing more rapid. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He leaned down, lips ghosting over mine.
“For sharing this side of you. That’s all I wanted.”
He chuckled. “There’s a lot more about me to know, boy.”
“I can’t wait to find out.” I surged up into his mouth and grasped his face between my hands, melting into his kiss as he hauled me closer by my hips. With our bodies pressed together like this, everything was perfect and where it needed to be. Everything else in the world could go to hell because I had Daire kissing me. My Daddy.
He slammed me against the nearest bookshelf. Books went toppling around me, but he didn’t seem to care as he picked me up under the ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grappled at his shoulders. His kiss was scalding, and I sank into the burn. Our passion was aflame, and I would gladly turn to ash—as long as I could have him for the rest of my life. Happy. Content. With Daire.
Nothing else mattered in this moment—the apprenticeship, the Company. I would let it all crumble as long as Daire was pressed against me.
“Daddy.” He drank down my moan as his tongue brushed against mine. “Please.”
“What do you need, boy?” He nibbled my bottom lip and tugged. “Tell me.”
I inhaled deeply, taking in the aroma of his cologne and storing it in my memories so I’d never forget what he smelled like. “I need your dick.”
He grinned, flashing me straight white teeth. “Yeah?” He nuzzled my cheek and licked a stripe over it. “Want me balls deep inside you? Fill you up with my cum until you’re leaking?”
I whimpered. My hole clenched in anticipation and my stomach fluttered.
“Have you been a good boy?”
“The best. I’ve been the best.” I tightened my legs around his waist, ignoring the twinge of pain from something sharp digging into my shoulder. “Please, give it to me.”
“One day, boy, I’m going to fill you up with so much cum that it’ll pool in your underwear. We’ll be in a meeting with all the men, and all you’ll be able to focus on is the mess in your briefs. You’ll always be reminded you’re mine, won’t you?” He bit along my jaw, claiming his territory. “Fuck, boy.”
“Use your dick on me,” I begged with no shame. When it came to Daire, I was his—body and soul. He could do whatever he wanted.
