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“I have work to do,” he mumbles, ducking his head as he whirls around and hurries quickly out of my office while I sit stunned, my cock hard as steel.
My reasons for turning him down are solid, and I’m sure there are a million ways Alden is a better match for him than I am, but I can’t look away. I can’t stop the feeling of desperate longing that swells in my chest. “I wanted to let you kiss me the other night. The night of the fundraiser,” I confess, barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the delicate moment. His eyes drop to my lips and he angles his body toward me. “Why didn’t you?” His voice matches mine, soft and fragile.
But truthfully, I’m not mad at either of them. I’m mad at my useless fucking dick and the fact that it feels like the universe is laughing at me all over again. Fuck.
I think I can be the bigger man and accept that he’s the better choice for Nolan. I can step aside and let the two of them find happiness and love and all those wonderful, mushy things people write poetry about. I’m just not sure I can look him in the face this morning, knowing that he’s taking the man I’m in love with right out from under me.
I learned to accept my scars years ago, but it never occurred to me until this moment to wonder if anyone might ever love them simply because they’re part of me.
“I’m sorry that I kissed Alden,” Nolan says and then grimaces. “Fuck, no, I’m not really. It was a good kiss, and he’s not the guy I thought he was, but it didn’t take away this feeling I have, this desperate desire to have more with you.”
“What do you want to talk about?” There’s a slight edge to the question. “My broken dick?” he guesses.
I make a noise of disapproval in the back of my throat. “Nothing about you is broken.” He scoffs and looks pointedly at his prosthetic leg. “Nothing about you is broken,” I reiterate.
“But either way, it’s worth saying that a man isn’t defined by his erection. You’re no less worthy of a lover than anyone else.”
“He deserves someone who can pleasure him and be…”—he swallows hard—“intimate with him.”
“I don’t think you realize how crazy I am about you. If being in a relationship with you means no sex, fine. If it means we get creative or that penetration isn’t an option at all, okay. And if it means I spend hours on end petting and licking your cock until you finally get hard, I’m more than good with that. I want you, Gan, not just your dick.”
“Play with his nipples, Pet.”
“Gannon, you’re thinking too much.” Alden tsks. “You’re not allowed to think of anything except his hands on you.”
“He’s sensitive,” he says, stroking my nipples a little harder, making me squirm and gasp. “Is he? Hmm, maybe we should have his nipples pierced. Then they would be even more fun for you to play with.”
“Take his pants off. I know we’re both dying to see that pretty cock of his.”
“Fuck,” I gasp, grabbing onto the couch cushions. “I told you that you weren’t broken,” Alden says smugly, and I look down, surprised to find my cock fully hard.
“This is what Daddy kink is about at its core,” I explain. “You were anxious, and I’m going to make it better. How we get there, what it looks like, all of those other details, are things a good Daddy will tailor to you.”
I want my boys in my bed tonight. A satisfied tremor runs through me. My boys.
“I fucking love it, No. Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
