Hide With Me (The Game, #13)

by Cara Dee

@BoyMcKenna? That was Macklin. Oh my gosh. He’d been the first one I’d crushed on when I’d joined the Mclean kink community in September.

Sweet Santa Claus, Professor Dean Aavik was in my kink community!

“Coming in here tonight did not go as planned,” I confessed. Reese smirked. “That’s always my goal.” Hmpf.

He was too funny. And sexy. Seriously so sexy. The ultimate professor type, with salt-and-pepper hair, a stocky but firm body, nice clothes, and he was very tall.

Unbelievably cute, beautiful pale blue eyes, on the Little spectrum, smart as hell—it was possible I’d observed him in Mclean House’s online forum. Well-read, polite, sweet.

“I liked when Greer called him a fuck-knuckle.”

“And there he is,” I heard a familiar Texan stage-whisper. “The elusive Santiago Jones. It’s important we don’t spook him, little darlin’, ’cause he might run away again.”

Dean and I trailed over to the door, and it only took Kit a couple seconds to spot us. He widened his eyes, then blurted out, “Abandon ship, every man for himself!” and ran off. Fucking hell, I’d missed being around Littles.

At first glance, Santiago was the man you didn’t wanna meet in a dark alley. At second glance, you wanted to beg him to take you there.

He was being playful with me! It filled me with so much…gah…that I wanted to bounce in my seat. But I was a grown man. I did not bounce.

I’d made up my mind. I was going to make Professor Aavik like me so he could be my friend too. Step one, be less awkward. I should be able to accomplish that in a year or two.

I wanted to throw myself at him and beg him to show me his kinky universe.

Sometimes, the worst part about having diabetes was managing other people’s expectations, concerns, and fears.

“The important thing was happiness, and that comes from within—you know?”

“I wanna make you happy too, Sir.” “You started doing that the day I met you.”

When Littles and Middles lost their filters, all was well in the world.

“If you’re happy, don’t ever ask a Sadist to pinch you, because he will.”

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” To town? On his cock? “Down under.”

“Did you bring your pillow for a reason?” he murmured. “Yes, Sir.” I planned on staying a while. “This is my new pacifier, Daddy.” “Jesus,” he whispered.

“This little ass is mine now, baby boy. I wish you could see how tightly it’s stretched around Daddy’s cock. Fucking hell.”

I was utterly confused. Puzzled. Confuzzled!

I guessed a part of me had been socially conditioned to be grateful that someone wanted me, so I’d turned a blind eye to the traits that’d bothered me.

I was officially the superficial bastard who caved under the spell of an adorable submissive, and I couldn’t fucking believe it. What was wrong with me? No good could come of this outing.

Daddy and I were going to break it completely, shatter it, and stomp on the remnants.

Kinky heaven, take me now. Hell, I was already there.

I looked to Joshua for help, which…well, that was stupid. “I’m pouting internally,” he said and took a sip of his coffee.

“I keep telling myself we’re just gonna try, but I really fucking want this.” “So we’ll succeed instead.”

You can’t be real. Dreams don’t come true like this.

I was being schooled by someone who’d been born during the Clinton administration.

Holy crapamoly of shudders.

Because a bajillion fucking hells, was this my life now?

Butterflies. Are. Having. An. Orgy. In. My. Tummy.

Corey legit balled his hands into fists. “I’m. So. Over. The. Notebooks.” Greer tossed me a smirk. “It’s possible I have one at home. Kid gets riled up every time I make a note.”

Christ, I was going to own this boy for as long as I lived.

He was finding his way, turning it into his own path, with a unique twist that was all him, and it just made me love—yes, love. Goddammit, I loved him.

Let’s eat, my little historian.” “Is that with or without a comma?” I giggled.