Page 186 of Daddy's Pride
Wait, next time? Brody wanted to play with him again?
Chapter Four
Josiah recounted his experience with Brody to Denali, animatedly describing the path the beads had taken into his body, his voice rising in excitement. “It was so perfect,” he said dreamily. “It was like Brody had this magnetic field around him, pulling me into his orbit. I wanted to do everything he told me. If he’d ordered me to take another bead, I would have.”
Denali leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his face alight with affection. “Milan likes to play with them too. He says it’s obscene, the way my ass takes the bigger ones.”
“I’m sure that was the same for me, but Brody loved it. He told me how proud he was of me.”
Denali squeezed his hand. “That does something to you, doesn’t it, that praise? When Milan and Asher tell me I’m their good baby boy, I feel like I can fly.”
“It was magical.”
Josiah rested against the back of the couch, a deep current of hope pulsing through him. This connection felt different from anything he’d ever experienced. Maybe Brody would be the one to see beyond the playful flirts and into the core of who Josiah truly was and accept him.
Josiah’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. Excitement surged within him as he grabbed the device and read the message on the screen.
“Speak of the devil,” he murmured, his heart rate picking up. It was Brody.
I’d love to see you again. Wanna grab coffee today?
“Ooh, what’d he say?” Denali craned his neck to peek at the screen.
“Brody wants to meet for coffee,” Josiah replied, thumbs flying over the keyboard with his response.
Yes! When and where?
“Wow, already? That’s great!” Denali clapped him on the shoulder.
“Right? I can’t wait to see him again.” Josiah’s voice held a tremor of eagerness as he waited for Brody’s reply.
Lucy’s Coffee Shoppe? In an hour?
An hour? That didn’t leave him much time to prepare. Not that he was considering saying no.
Sounds great. I’ll see you there.
He looked up at Denali. “He wants to meet me in an hour.”
“That soon? You need to start getting ready.”
“I know. I can’t believe he’s so eager to see me again.” A sigh of contentment escaped him. It was rare for him to feel this kind of giddy anticipation. Something about Brody made every moment thrum with potential.
“I told you you’d find your Dom at the club, didn’t I? Now get your butt in gear so you look your best.”
A little later, Josiah stood before the mirror, smoothing the tight, glittery top that hugged his torso in all the right places. He turned this way and that, checking for any unwanted wrinkles or awkward creases, but the shirt accentuated the lean lines of his body. A pair of dark skinny jeans completed the look: casual yet undeniably put-together.
“You look amazing,” he whispered to his reflection, trying to quell the butterflies dancing a frantic samba in his stomach. Taking a deep breath, Josiah meticulously applied a touch of foundation to even out his skin tone. His fingers were steady as they traced his jawline with a light bronzer, giving him that subtle, sun-kissed look he knew complemented his hair and eyes perfectly.
His grooming was methodical, each brush stroke making him more confident. After adjusting his hair into a carefree style that belied the time spent on it, he spritzed a hint of cologne into the air and walked through the mist, letting it settle on his skin.
He checked his phone again for the address of the coffee shop and grabbed his handmade leather satchel, a piece that never failed to draw compliments.
“Perfection,” Denali said as Josiah twirled before him. “Absolutely irresistible.”
“Let’s hope so.”
After a hug from his best friend, he stepped out onto the bustling streets of Brooklyn and walked to the coffee shop where Brody had suggested they meet.