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I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek. If looking too long at somebody ain’t safe, then getting an erection just from hearing them say my name definitely ain’t safe. Nobody around here is like that. Nobody except me, and I learned a long time ago that I’d better learn to be okay alone, because nobody will ever want a freak like me.
If he responds so beautifully to my tone alone, I can only imagine what a perfectly sweet boy he would be for me.
Sweet boys have always been my weakness, but a sweet boy with claws when he needs them? Fuck, that’s the stuff of my fantasies.
“You’re going to be a good boy and let me take you home.” I feel like I should bristle at the words good boy. It’s a condescending thing to say to a grown man. But the tender way his mouth forms them makes me want to be his good boy, even if I don’t know anything about him.
I don’t have to make a decision about anything; he’s telling me how it’s going to be. If I get in his car without argument right now, I will be his good boy.
I’d bet my vast fortune that he’s not only interested, but that some part of him is dying to be a good boy for the right Daddy; he just doesn’t know it yet.
My heart aches for him. He truly doesn’t see himself as worthy. That won’t do. More than seducing him, and more than getting him the hell out of Billow, my new mission presents itself—making Sterling see what a truly beautiful man he is.
He’s going to have to learn that being with me means letting me treat him like the treasure he is.
“Have you ever been kissed, little rabbit?” I ask, stroking my thumb over his bottom lip. He gives a sharp shake of his head, pressing himself closer and rising up on his tiptoes seemingly unconsciously. “Tell me you want a kiss, and it’s yours,” I murmur, too mesmerized by his mouth to stop staring at it. “Please…Daddy.”
“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.”
“A hot summer night when I was real little, barefoot in my front yard, catching lightnin’ bugs and puttin’ ‘em in a jar. I always let ‘em go after, but I loved having a jar full of stars for just a few minutes.”
Nobody’s ever kept me, and I may not be the brightest, but I know enough to know that this man ain’t gonna be the one to change that streak.
I know he won’t keep me, but I think it’s okay if I pretend for a little while that he might. It won’t hurt nothing but my own heart, and I learned a long time ago that my heart can take a lot.
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.”
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.”
“Thank you for giving me something so special, sweet boy,” he says kissing the top of my head and tightening his arms around me. “My virginity?” I guess and I feel him shake his head. “No, just you, little rabbit. Your trust, your body, you.”
I wonder if I’m real good if he’ll keep me forever. A boy can dream, right?
“I’m strong. I coulda given up a long time ago, but I kept fightin’.”
“I love you, beautiful boy.”
It’s okay if he cries. The tears can be a baptism that will wash away all of the ugly thoughts that were put into his head by ugly people.
“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.”
“You love me,” he says in a hoarse voice. It’s not a question. My heart swells, and a smile curves on my lips.
“I…” he swallows and licks his lips, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “I love you too Daddy. It’s so scary, but—” I cut him off with a firm kiss against his mouth, getting addicted all over again to the way his lips yield to mine, the way they soften and part for him.
He learned that sometimes you’re given hard things in life so you can prove how strong you are and to make sure only the right kind of people will love you.
“Marry me, Daddy?” My eyes go wide when the words burst out of me. I didn’t intend to say them, but boy do I mean them. Barrett looks just as surprised as I am. “I—” “I ain’t got a ring or nothin’,” I tell him apologetically. “But I could get one. I’ll get you a real nice one.” I
He gives me a crooked smile and reaches into his pocket. “You sure know how to steal a guy’s thunder, little rabbit.” He pulls out a black, velvety box and pops the lid open to show me a shiny silver band with small diamonds studded in it.
This Pretty Boy might’ve had a rocky start, but at least he got the happy ending right.
