Oof, serious case of nerves suddenly wreaked havoc in my stomach.
He inched back slightly and didn’t waver. “I don’t know the exact moment I chose you, Nicky, but I knew there was no going back when I saw you with that little girl at the recital. She sat on your lap and gave you the biggest hug when her mother showed up.” He paused. “I practiced those words on the way over here.”
I grinned widely and became all mushy again.
We were fucking happening.
“Good emotions?” he asked, to make sure.
I nodded and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Overwhelmingly good. A future with you is all I want.”
His expression softened. “Me too.” Then he leaned in and kissed me gently, and it was the perfect way to continue after our tumultuous beginning. I wanted heaps of comfort. My body screamed to be held and, fuck, I wanted to sleep. Believing I’d lost the man of my dreams for even a day had drained me completely.
“Let’s get under the covers,” I mumbled against his lips. “I wanna make out and cuddle. And sleep without setting the alarm for dawn.”
Because we finally had longer than that.
“Sounds perfect to me.” He grasped the bottom of my tee and pulled it over my head. “I missed you.”
God. Those words…
“I missed you too.”EpilogueA few hours laterI woke up in the middle of the night when I heard rustling beside me. It sounded like I did when I tore out lyrics from my notebook in frustration.
Squinting at Gideon, who was more of a black silhouette in front of the lamp on the nightstand, I saw he was jotting something down on a notepad.
“Papi, get back to sleep…”
“In a moment.” He raked his teeth over his bottom lip and kept writing. “Sorry if I woke you.”
“It’s okay. What’re you doing?” I yawned and stretched out next to him.
“Making lists,” he replied. “I don’t want to miss any important steps in our relationship.”
I grinned sleepily and hugged his thigh under the duvet, and I brushed my hand over his cock.
“I’ve also narrowed it down to two terms of endearment I’d like to use for you,” he added.
“Oh yeah? What are they?” I dropped a kiss to his thigh as I stroked his cock absently. He was a shower and had a fairly large dick even when he was soft, and I wanted it in my mouth but figured he was busy doing his thing now. It was possible I had a one-track mind, but in my defense, he’d spoiled me with a shitload of sex. He was the one who’d made me obsessed with his body.
“You know I’m not going to get hard, right?” he asked carefully.
“Yeah—and? Your cock is snuggly.”
He snorted and relaxed. “By the way, you have a couple text messages.”
I hummed. They were probably from Anthony and Ruby. I’d texted them both before we crashed last night.
“The terms of endearment,” I reminded.
“Right. Question. Can I also call you baby, or is that taken? Because I like it, especially when we’re in bed.”
He could definitely call me baby.
“It’s not taken. I’ll be your perfect baby boy whenever you want it.” Needing more, I crawled under the covers and between his legs, where I sucked his cock into my mouth.
His breath hitched a little, and he set down the notepad. “You do look perfect when you suck on me.” He wove his fingers into my hair and sighed contentedly. “I want to call you sweetheart too. When you’re sweet, anyway. Not when you’re a desperate little slut.”
Fuuuck.
Safe to say, I was getting hard fast.
“Do you want me to take care of you?” he murmured.
I nodded, and my body took over. Or the desperation did. “Yes, please.”
“Okay. I want to try a toy on you. Lie on your back and spread your legs for me.”
Yes, sir.
As I obeyed and got into position, I asked if he could tell me what else was on his lists. Because no matter how horny I was, I was more hooked on us finally being together, and I wanted to see if there was anything else that melted my damn heart. He had his way of doing that.
“It’s mostly milestones and things I’ve wanted to do during these past two months that have been too…you know, relationship-themed.” He was slipping into his role of frank, factual, and almost detached Dominant, and it was as sexy as ever. It was the combination of hot and cold that did it for me, the mixing of sweet, nurturing Daddy and impersonal filth.
“Like what?” I bit my lip and watched as he poured lube over the dildo I’d gotten that resembled his cock.
“Dates, for instance,” he said. “I want to take you out for breakfast in the morning, if you don’t mind. I’ve never been on a date like that, and I like breakfast. Breakfast is the coziest of meals. I picture us sitting close together and eating bagels and watching people walk by.”