At least with a practical stranger.
The truth always comes easily when I’m talking to Chris—this is seriously not the time to be thinking about my brother.
Still, I can’t regret saying it when I see his smile soften with understanding, but there’s nothing even close to pity in his eyes—that would’ve probably killed me.
Timmy surprises me again, though. “But youarea Daddy.”
It’s not exactly a question, but I answer anyway—his eyes compel me to, that’s what I’m telling myself at least.
“I am.” It doesn’t come out as strongly or as confidently as it should, and the way he tilts his head just slightly to the left tellsme he noticed. Clearly, he’s perceptive too. “I’d like to be a boy’s Daddy someday—myboy—but it hasn’t been in the cards.”
Whythe fuckam I telling him all of this?
Right, back to business.
“So, if you’re hiring any of ours for the night—” I stop to take one of the new membership files out of the cabinet to my left, and lay it on the other side of my desk for him to read through the agreement. “You’ll find the rules are stricter. Everything’s laid out there. Take your time reading through it.”
He makes no move to take the folder, though, so to keep busy, I reach for the other cabinet and take out the standard NDA everyone signs.
“I’m a boy,” he blurts out before I can put the paper down this time, and I can only stare.
With my hand hovering over the desk, my eyes stuck on his, and my body frozen. For some reason, that seems to give him the idea that I’ll be able to absorb even more revelations.
“I’m here because I want a Daddy, and I was kinda hoping to find a Daddy who looks just like you.”
“You were?”
I want to punch myself in the dick.
Seriously? That’s the first thing I ask?
And let’s not even get into how full of awe my voice is.
I know I’ve felt more embarrassed at some point in my life, but right now, I can’t remember it.
“Yes. From the moment I saw you at Chris and Benny’s place, I thought you looked exactly like my dream man. And now it turns out you might actually be my dream man. So I have a...” He trails off, looking for the right words, I assume.
While I’m just trying to not blink so I don’t wake up from the best dream I’ve ever had.
“A counteroffer,” he settles on.
The way his throat bobs with a hard swallow is the only indication that he doesn’t feel as confident as he looks or sounds. It’s more alluring—he’smore alluring than he has any right to be. Standing up and asking for what he wants, powering through the nerves... I was already more attracted to him than I’ve ever been to anyone else, but now I truly have no words for what he’s making me feel.
“So I propose we hold off on the membership. Instead, you fuck me tonight and we see if we can make this work. If it does, then I definitely won’t need a membership.”
My brain goes officially offline, but everything in me burns with the instinct to screamyesand bolt over my desk to kiss him. But I can’t do that.
At least not yet.
5
Timmy
“I’m a very good boy.” Now my words come out rushed when Jake—DaddyJake—doesn’t say anything at all and just keeps staring impassively at me.
Before, he was acting out of sorts and almost like he was nervous, but now there’s no emotion whatsoever showing on his face, and that just makes all my insecurities flare up.
“I mean, I’ve never had a Daddy, not past a few hours at least, but I know it’s what I want, and I know I can be a very good boy. Iwantto be a good boy. I always say what I want, though, and sometimes that’s not what... it hasn’t been great for the, uh, the Daddies I’ve met before. Sometimes.” All the bravery I had a minute ago is gone and now I’m just rambling, but I do pause to gesture between us and to take a fucking breath. “I don’t know if that’s something I can change, really, but I can give you what you want if you give me a chance. Just one chance please, and I’ll show you, Daddy.”