Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1)

by K.M. Neuhold

“No, ma’am,” I answer. “You ain’t leavin’?” Her tone makes it clear she don’t believe me. “I am leavin’.” I lift my head and fix her with the most confident look I can muster. “I ain’t comin’ back though.”

“I ain’t never seen a naked man in real life,” he confesses in a raspy voice. “And I think you mighta just gone and ruined me for anyone else.”

“I don’t give a fuck about morning breath.” As if to prove his point, he kisses me again, harder and deeper, forcing my lips to part.

“You said that all of this was about trust and communication, right?” he asks. “That’s right.” “Okay, and I’m trustin’ you, so you should trust me too. If it’s too much or too fast, I’ll tell you.”

I feel like a horse in the kitchen. That’s what my gran always used to say about stuff that didn’t belong where it’d been put.

Before I can ask what he’s doing, he settles back into his chair, this time with me right on his lap. He picks up the book he was reading, flips to the first page, and starts to read out loud. His voice is like a fire, warm and comforting, inviting me to sink into him. So I do. I relax against his large body, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes so I can focus on his words. Barrett uses one arm to hold me close, making me feel safe in a way I’ve never felt before.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter. “All three of you, get the fuck out.”

“I’m used to folks disliking me once we’ve met, but this was a new one for me. They didn’t even need to see me to know

I could never be good enough for you.” He makes a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sob and then hiccups. My heart crumbles,

“Longhorn,” he gasps, and I stop dead in my tracks, that damn helpless feeling crashing into me all over again.

“Your friends are right; this was crazy. You picked up some random trash and brought it home with you.” “You’re not trash,” I growl. “I am,” he says. “And I don’t belong here.”

I make another frustrated noise, clenching and unclenching my hands to keep from reaching for him again. As much as I want to drag him back into my arms and keep him there until I’m sure he knows that he’s the furthest thing from trash, he safeworded, and I’ll always respect that.

“This don’t make no sense, Barrett,” he says, still sounding sad. “None of it makes sense. Of all the men in the world, why would you pick me?”

“You don’t see yourself clearly, Pretty Boy.” I tilt his face up and press a soft kiss to his lips. “But that’s okay; I’ll keep doing it for the both of us until you’re able to do it for yourself.”

“If you still want me, I’ll stay,” he says after a few seconds, his words muffled, but still music to my ears. “I absolutely want you,” I assure him.

After the whole mess on Sunday morning, I unpack my things all over again, and this time, Barrett takes my paper bags out to the big trash bin in the garage, as if not having bags will stop me from trying to leave again.

“You beg so pretty for me, little rabbit. I have to go to work, but I’m going to help you out with your little problem as soon as I get home this afternoon.” I whine. This afternoon? That’s ages away.

“My pleasure.” He reaches into his pocket, and I notice a moment of hesitation before he pulls out his wallet and hands me a credit card. It’s black with silver lettering on it, and it feels heavier than most credit cards. “What’s this for?” I ask, turning it over between my fingers and looking up at him curiously. “Am I s’posed to buy something you need today?” The hesitation slides from his face, replaced by another easy smile. “No, Pretty Boy, this is in case you want to go out today.

I stare at him in surprise as I take the items from him. “What if I’m a criminal? You ain’t even gonna run a background check?” “If you’re a cr-criminal, you need a job even mmm-more.”

“You have no idea how perfect you are,”

“I want to be perfect for you.”

He presses a kiss against my forehead, making my whole body relax just like that. He must have some sorta magic in those lips, I swear.

After we’re all seated, the waiter comes over, and Kiernan orders a couple bottles of wine for the table. I sit quietly, determined not to make a face this time when I take a sip. Fancy people like this drink wine; I’m sure I can get used to it. “Do you have sweet tea?” Barrett asks. “You don’t have—” I start to tell him quietly, but he cuts me off with a look that has my mouth snapping shut. “Sweet tea?” the waiter repeats as if Barrett’s speaking another language. “Yes,” he says calmly, when the waiter continues to look confused, he changes tactics. “How about regular tea?” The waiter nods. “Ice? Sugar?” He continues to nod to each question. “Perfect, bring me tea with ice in it and sugar.”

When the waiter brings the tea

and sugar, Barrett sets down his menu and starts to mix them. It’s a small thing, but it makes my whole body warm.

He smiles without looking up at me, and I swear I can feel a connection buzzing between us, like we’re the only two people in the whole world right this second.

Once he’s seated, I duck inside to buckle his seatbelt, brushing a kiss against his lips in the process. I can feel the shape of his smile against my mouth, and it sends a jolt of happiness through me.

“I mean, why don’t ya want to fuck me?”

A wicked grin twists on his lips, and he yanks me closer until I’m completely flush against him, his thick arousal pressed against my cock, still straining inside the fancy cage. Barrett’s hands slide onto my backside, kneading my cheeks as he grazes his teeth against my earlobe. “I’ve laid awake the past four nights fantasizing about fucking you,” he whispers to me, his words a deep growl that sends a shiver down my spine and make my balls ache.

You’re strong and feisty and independent. I don’t want to take care of you because you can’t do it yourself. I want to take care of you because you deserve it.”

“I’m going to give you a two-minute head start. By the time I reach our bedroom, I want to find you naked on the bed.”

“If I’m not fast enough, are you going to spank me?”

“You’re getting a spanking either way,” I assure him. “But if you aren’t motivated enough to be undressed in time, then I’ll assume you also aren’t motivated to come for me either.”

He lines himself up, pressing the big head of his cock against my hole and slipping the key into the lock at the same time. The cage falls away as he pushes inside, the stretch burning deep inside me as my cock rapidly hardens.

I wonder if I’m real good if he’ll keep me forever. A boy can dream, right?

“Daddy,” he giggles. He fucking giggles, and that’s a sound I never expected to hear out of the sad boy I met in the middle of nowhere. The happy noise fills me up inside, compelling me to kiss him again, to memorize the shape

and flavor of his lips at this exact moment because I’m pretty sure it’s the moment I’m falling in love with him.

“You have to do something for me first,” Barrett says. “Anything,”

“Tell me something you like about yourself.”

“Tell me one thing you like about yourself and then I’ll fuck you bare until you’re so full of cum it’s running down the back of your thighs for the rest of the day.” My throat tightens, and my body starts to feel shaky, and not in the good way. “Longhorn,” I whisper.

“I’m strong. I coulda given up a long time ago, but I kept fightin’.”

“I love you, beautiful boy.”

“You’re the strongest, most amazing man I’ve ever met. I’m so in awe of you and so desperately in love with you.”

I could sustain myself on nothing but his mouth. But this, this moment, it makes me a new man who lives to love this boy.

Barrett comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my middle. “It’s the Mediterranean Sea,” he corrects. “Specifically Riviera Ligure di Ponente.” The way his mouth caresses the words makes me grin. I tilt my head back so I can see him. “You sound hot when you speak French, Daddy.” He chuckles. “That was Italian.”

“Read it to me?” “My pleasure, Pretty Boy.” He clears his throat and starts to read. “If I had a thousand lifetimes to imagine how it would feel to have my best friend’s mouth wrapped around my cock, every fantasy still would have fallen short. His lips form a mind-bending suction around my erection, the heated depths of his throat make me gasp and moan shamelessly.” I gasp just like the narrator of the story, my whole body heating up all at once. “Daddy, this is a dirty book,” I inform him in a scandalized tone. “Is it?” He teases innocently. “I hadn’t realized. We’d better keep reading, just to be sure.”

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he looks down at me. “Now, where was I?” To my shock, he lets go of the base of his cock and reaches for the tablet again.

I make a noise of protest, unable to ask him if he’s lost his dang mind with my mouth stretched around his cock. “I’m going to read, and you’re going to stay nice and still with my cock in your mouth like the good boy you are.”

“I’ve been looking into it, and I found this doctor in Las Vegas who might be able to remove my birthmark.”

I will bring him the moon if it will make him this happy. He’s my boy; his happiness is my job.