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My cock was hard, but I kept my eyes level as I spread my legs just wide enough that he could snap the closure at my crotch. He did it with swift moves, not lingering or touching me any more than necessary.
I was both relieved and disappointed by that, but he seemed to know what he was doing, so I was grateful that he was willing to take the lead.
“What about the footies? Where are they?”
“Bottom drawer.” I pointed to my dresser. “But it might be too hot for those.”
He looked at me, and I could clearly see longing in his eyes. “I think you’re right, sweetheart. Would you like to sleep in just your onesie?”
“Yes…Aaron.” I swallowed hard, hoping he didn’t hear the hesitation in my voice. I almost called him Daddy.
“Then let’s get you all tucked in.” He guided me to the bed and lifted the top sheet so I could slide in.
On my back, I waited to see what he had in mind next. He placed my teddy bear in one arm and reached for the pacifier. “Would you like this?”
“I’ve never tried it before…” I considered all of my other firsts for the day. “But yes, I’ll try it.”
Aaron smiled as he gently placed the pacifier in my mouth and then tucked the blankets up around me. “Your water is right by your bed. And I’ve left my business card in case you need me for anything.”
I need you for everything. “Okay.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead, holding there for a long moment. “Good night, sweetheart.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as I could, hoping this fantasy could last forever. With my head turned away from him, I whispered the words I’d always wanted to say, half hoping he didn’t hear me, but also really hoping that he did. “Good night, Daddy.”
6
AARON
“Good night, Daddy.”
I was positive that was what he said, even though his voice was muffled by his pillow.
And then I had to walk away.
It was the hardest thing I’d done in a long time, maybe forever. But he wasn’t mine to keep yet, and he needed the space and privacy to sleep off his pain.
I was relieved to see that I could lock the door behind me as I left, although I didn’t love not being able to turn the deadbolt. But Brody lived in a cute little house in a cute little neighborhood, and I forced myself to trust that he’d be okay.
The hard part was continuing to believe so when I hadn’t heard from him.
I didn’t really expect to get a call, but I damn sure wanted one. I knew Sunday would probably be a mix of nursing a headache and maybe some regret or confusion about how I ended up tucking him into bed.
But by Monday, I needed some proof of life. I did my best to give him space, and I didn’t even have a phone number to reach out to him, but I knew that he worked with Harris, so that was my way in.
I didn’t have a good excuse to reach out to Harris, so I had to make one up.Hey, man. Tell Jesse I said thanks again for giving me all his friend’s stuff. Most of it will go straight to the shelter.
A few minutes later, Harris texted back.He was happy to catch you. But I’ll let him know it all worked out.
Now was my opening. Kinda.Speaking of working out, I hope everything‘s okay with his friend who had the breakup.
I felt silly acting as if I didn’t even know the guy’s name, but I didn’t want to come across as a creeper. At least, not more of a creeper than I definitely was acting like.
Brody is better off. His ex was a dick and treated him like shit. We’re hoping it’s really over this time.
Wow. Sucks for him. Hope he’s doing better. Later.
And it did, but I was the one who sounded like a dick. I considered writing back to try to explain my crass response, but I worried that would make things worse, so I slipped my phone into my pocket and focused on my work. I had a load of scrap metal to recycle, and the guys weren’t comfortable driving the dump truck on their own.
