The Prodigal Son (The Goode Brothers, #4)

by Sara Cate

Like a long-term fuck buddy. I’m pretty sure that’s a boyfriend, idiot.

They just don’t realize it’s Theo Virgil breaking up with Isaac Goode.

There’s hesitation on his face as he leans in to kiss me. For just a split second, he stops himself. Wrapping a hand around his neck, I haul his mouth toward mine. The moment his lips touch mine, the hesitation is gone. Our lips tangle in a needy, passionate kiss.

Then, just before the doors close, Jensen shoves his hand in to stop them. Bursting into the elevator, he says, “Just one more.” Taking my face in his hands, he kisses me hard again, and I grin like a fool against his mouth. Oh yeah, I’m fucked.

When his lips reach my ear, he bites the lobe, making me whimper. “What are you doing to me?” I gasp. “I’m showing you how good I’m going to take care of you,” he replies. “I want you to be mine.” On that word, mine, he squeezes just under the head of my cock, and my eyes start to roll. “I want to be yours,” I breathe. “I want to be the one to make you feel good, Theo. I’ll be here after every show, and I’ll take care of what’s mine. I’ve got you, understand?”

But then he growls in my ear and says, “Now be a good boy and come for me.”

There’s a dynamic between us I’ve never had before, and I’m intrigued by it. He’s so dominant and possessive, and I actually like it. I want him to own me, control me, take care of me, brand me. I want to be his.

He is sex and sin incarnate. All of my temptations wrapped up into one. Theo Virgil will be my downfall and my destruction, and right now, I welcome it. Let me burn in the fires of hell forever for that mouth of his. I won’t regret a thing.

“You really are going to take care of me, aren’t you?” he asks. Leaning over, I press my lips to his forehead before picking up the room service menu. “Always.”

“Yes, God, please,” I shout. “Don’t scream for God, Isaac. Scream for me,” he mutters in my ear.

want to scream from the rooftops how I feel about him. I want to love him without guilt or shame in my heart. I want to love him out loud.

And if that wasn’t good enough, the songs have been pouring out of me. I hear music differently now. Every kiss is a melody. Every orgasm, the lyrics.

“You are mine, and I am yours. We were official the moment I laid eyes on you that night in Phoenix.”

“I’ve been alone for a long time,” he mutters. “I don’t need you, not really. I just…want you. And I am so fucking tired of people telling me they love me and they care about me, and then they fucking leave. I’m so tired of being alone.” Tears well in his furious eyes. “Take it out on me,” I whisper. “I’m yours, Isaac.” “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he snaps. “No promises. I can’t make a single promise to you.”

“I have to be. I’m hoping if you hear how pathetic I sound without you, you’ll fly out early to see me. I’m so pathetic, Jensen. Please. Save me.” Dammit, he’s so cute. “You do sound pathetic,” I reply, leaning back in my office chair. “I need my big, sexy daddy to come on tour with me.”

I have never been called…that before because I never thought I’d like it, but holy shit… I think I do. “Too much?” he asks after a moment of silence. “It was a joke, Jens. I’m not going to actually call you that.” I clear my throat. “I mean…unless you want me to,” he adds. “I hope you’re alone,” I say, my voice tight and deep.

“Isaac,” he whispers. “Yeah?” “Are you naked?” he asks with that familiar look of arousal on his face. I aim the camera downward to reveal the white towel wrapped around my waist. Jensen growls into the phone at the sight, and my body grows tight. “Get rid of that,” he says in a low, soft command.

“Can I watch you? Will you stroke it for me?” he asks in a low, sultry tone. “Haven’t you figured it out by now?” I ask as I reach for my cock. Giving it a lazy stroke, I add, “I’ll do anything you want.” He breathes loudly. “That’s my good boy.”

“Come for me, Isaac. Come for your daddy.” That’s it. That does the trick. He just played the daddy card. The term I used earlier just to fuck with him and try to get a reaction has somehow turned into something so hot that I did not see coming.

Jensen might be an enigma to me still, but it’s the subtle darkness hidden deep inside that scares me most of all. But I’m convinced that if I hold him tight enough and love him hard enough, I can scare all that darkness away.

“Y’all know that stage of a relationship, when things are new, and you can’t get enough of the other person, and they just make you so fucking happy?” I brave a glance up and find Jensen in the crowd. He’s watching me intently, the expression on his face serious. “Y’all know that moment when you realize…that you’re in love with the other person. And that moment just feels like…magic.” The crowd loses their minds, but my gaze doesn’t waver from him. I can see the moisture in his eyes, even from here. Then he gives me a subtle head nod, and I know he feels the same.

“Well, this song…is about that. This is for you. You know who you are.”

“Isaac.” He stops and turns toward me in expectation. “I love you, too,” I say, and he smiles brightly before giving me that wink he always does and running out onto the stage.

“What did you call me?” I ask with strictness as I squeeze his hips tighter. He meets my gaze in the mirror, looking surprised, maybe even hesitant. “Try again,” I mutter as I continue to fuck him. “Yes…Daddy,” he says before his eyes flutter closed. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I am his daddy. I am his everything

“I love you.” Smiling, I kiss his lips again. “I love you, too.” “This is crazy, right?” he asks. “We’ve only known each other a little over a month. Does it normally happen this fast?” My arms squeeze around him affectionately. “Babe, you’re a country music star and I’m a preacher. We are anything but normal.”

“Scared you’ll realize I’m not worth all of this.” “This?” he asks in astonishment. “You think this is bad?” His arms squeeze around me tighter. “Isaac,” he mumbles, with his lips against my head. “I’d walk through hell for you.”

“Just kiss me,” he pleads. “Nothing hurts when you’re kissing me.”

Jensen never takes, only gives. He never hurts, only heals. He is the redeemer. My salvation. My love.

“I love you,” I whisper, staring up at him. With anyone else, I might be embarrassed to be so emotional or that they’ll notice the moisture in my eyes, but with him, I’m safe. He touches his forehead to mine. “I will love you until the day I die.”

We stare at each other while Adam starts the ceremony. Then, right there in the church his father built, that I now lead, in front of our friends and family, we vow our lives to each other. It’s the easiest promise I’ve ever made.

After we say our vows, Adam’s voice cracks on the last part. With tears in his eyes, he says, “I now pronounce you married. You may kiss your groom.” Isaac practically leaps into my arms. I hold him tighter than I’ve ever held him as I kiss his mouth with passion. We’re both grinning wildly as we come apart, and the people in the pews cheer on their feet. It’s the happiest day of my life.