Page 267 of Daddy's Pride
“Oh,” he said, blinking as he looked around the guest room I’d directed him to set up the dog bed in. “This is really nice. Is it, um, your room?”
“No, sweetheart,” I said, shoving my hands into my pockets to keep from reaching for him. “It’s yours.”
His eyes went wide, and I quickly corrected myself.
“For the night.” I smiled, my heart racing in a way I wasn’t used to. “If you still want to stay, that is?”
He blushed. “Oh, um, yeah? I mean, if you don’t mind?”
He peeked up at me through the kind of lush, gorgeous lashes my mother paid good money to get at the salon every month, with a hopeful-but-nervous look that dug its way right into my heart.
Christ. If he got any sweeter, I was going to eat him… a thought I definitely needed to avoid having, because the last thing the boy—the straight boy—needed, was to see how much he affected me and feel any kind of pressure about it.
I slid my hands out of my pockets and casually let them hang in front of my cock, willing it to calm the fuck down.
“Of course I don’t mind,” I said. “But I do have other guest rooms if you’d like. I just figured you’d want to be closer to her tonight.”
A smile spread across his face, lighting it up until it was almost blinding. “Oh! Yes? I mean, I do. Thank you. That was really nice of you to think about.”
I bit my tongue to stop myself from admitting that I was always thinking about him.
It was more true than I’d let myself acknowledge before tonight, but probably too much.
Instead, I offered to give him a quick tour of the house, hoping that he’d take my offer to make himself at home there to heart, and then brought him to the kitchen when his stomach growled.
“Sorry,” he said, blushing again.
“Did you have dinner?” I asked, seating him on one of the tall stools at my breakfast counter and then opening the fridge to see what I could whip up.
“Yes, Daddy. Um, ramen?”
Heat tumbled down my spine, just like it had every other time I’d heard him call me that. But I ignored it to focus on the rest of what he’d said.
“Ramen? Like a good, hearty bowl from an actual restaurant, or a packet you tossed in water at home?”
“Um, the second one,” he mumbled, squirming a little on his seat. “But I’m fine?”
I laughed, pulling some things from the fridge and laying them out on the counter. “Is that a question, baby boy?”
He blushed again, shaking his head. Fucking adorable.
And then he bit that lip of his, looking at me like he was waiting for me to take charge and tell him what came next.
So I did, reaching down and subtly adjusting myself where the height of the counter shielded my reaction to him.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to make you a sandwich, then find you something to wear for bed, and then we’ll both check on the pup, and you’ll get some sleep, okay?”
“Okay,” he said, his shoulders relaxing as the word got lost in a huge yawn that had his cheeks flushing pink again. “Um, sorry,” he mumbled from behind his hand.
“Nothing to be sorry about. It’s the middle of the night. Of course you’re tired.”
“Yeah, but…”
I lifted my eyebrows, and he shrugged.
“Um, I don’t know. I just feel like I’m imposing? You don’t have to feed me.”
I grinned at him. “You’re not, and I do.”