Page 23 of Daddy's Pride
“Over an hour away, then.”
He nods.
“You should have one here on your opening weekend. You could make it an annual thing.”
I frown. “I’m not sure?—”
He clasps my hands. “Think about, Daddy? Show the world this is a safe space for everyone.”
I pull him close and kiss him slowly. “I’ll think about it.”
He cups my face in his hands and strokes my beard. “You can make this into an amazing, successful activity centre, Daddy. I know you can.”
Is he right? For the first time in months, hope flutters within me, fragile as a moth. All the ideas he’s given me tumble through my mind. I close my eyes and imagine what this place will be like when it’s up and running. Damn, the thought fires me up.
“Can I run the obstacle course?” he asks.
“Why?”
“It’ll help me develop words and phrases to publicise it.”
I skim my hand over his arse. “Jeans aren’t the best thing to do an obstacle course in, boy.”
“Don’t worry. I have running clothes with me.”
“You run?”
He swats his hand over my chest. “Don’t look so surprised, Daddy. I used to run every morning before work, but I haven’t had time recently.”
I stiffen. “Let me guess. Since you started working for your brother.”
“Yes. I packed my running clothes with the intention of going jogging while I’m in Scarborough. I’ll go and get changed, and then you can drill me, Sergeant.” He sniggers.
I hook my fingers in his belt loops and tug him hard against me. “You want to be drilled, do you?”
“Yes. Drill me hard, Daddy.”
I devour his lips. “We might need to go to my bedroom for that.”
He snorts. “I meant on the assault course.”
“Really?”
“Yes! But after you’ve drilled me on there, you can carry me to your room and drill me again.”
“Carry you, boy?”
“I’ll be tired, Daddy.”
“But not too tired to receive a good, hard drilling?”
“Oh no, I’d never be too tired for that.”
We kiss for several long minutes, stroking each other. My skin tingles, and our heartbeats get faster by the second. Blood rushes to my groin. His arousal is nudging me. Damn, I want him.
He clears his throat and, pink-cheeked, pulls away. “Assault course first, Daddy. Let me get changed. I won’t be long.”
I let him go, even though I want to follow him. It wouldn’t be hard to persuade him to stay in my bedroom, but he’s so eager to do the assault course. Who am I to deny him? I bet he’ll look sexy doing all the obstacles, especially once he’s worked up a sweat. It’s weird to think he should have been gone by now. I hadn’t realized none of the local garages would open on a Sunday, but I’m grateful they don’t.