Page 38 of Daddy's Pride

Chapter 9

Harris

“You’re still happy to stay?” Miles hugs me from behind and kisses the sensitive spot behind my ear as my car gets towed away.

“Yes. Very happy.” I turn, loop my arms around his neck, and kiss him.

He quickly takes charge, which I’m more than happy to let him do. Miles is a great kisser and an amazing hugger.

We’ve already been for a jog through the wood after which we made and ate breakfast together. I’ve called the bed and breakfast in Scarborough to let them know I won’t be arriving after all. The thought of spending the week with Miles sends butterflies dancing in my stomach. I’m no longer salty about my spate of bad luck. It led me to him after all.

“How can I spoil you today?” He slides his hand to my arse and squeezes.

“You can have that later, Daddy. I thought I’d help you decorate your lounge.”

He frowns. “You’re supposed to be having a relaxing week.”

I shrug. “Doing things with you will be relaxing.”

“Even decorating?”

“Yes! It’ll be fun.”

Miles pecks my nose. “You have a strange idea of fun.”

I play with his shirt buttons. “I want to spend time with you, Daddy. If I can be helpful at the same time, all the better.”

“You’re a kind and generous man, Harris. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“You’re not, Daddy. I’m offering to help. I want to help. Besides, decorating is dirty, sweaty work, and I’m sure that turns you on.” I walk my fingers up his chest, ending up trailing them through his beard as we kiss.

“You don’t need to get dirty to turn me on, boy.”

“True, but it’s more fun this way, and you make progress on your decorating. Come on, Daddy. Let’s get to work.”

We hold hands as we walk down the driveway to the house. It’s a nice day, with crisp air, a gentle breeze, and blue skies. The property will look beautiful in the summer.

“I’ll have to come back for your grand opening in June,” I say.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I need to convince my bank manager that your plan is profitable.”

“Our plan, Daddy. We came up with it together.”

He squeezes my hand. “Thank you.”

“It was fun. But seriously, I want to come back and see your vision become reality. It will happen. I know it.”

“Will you pursue your dreams too?”

He scuffs his sole against the rough ground. “I don’t have any dreams as grand as yours.”

Miles stops and pulls me so we’re chest to chest. “I doubt that. If you could quit your job tomorrow and do anything, what would it be?”

“I don’t know. Something I’m passionate about but gives me a better work-life balance than I have now. I want to travel. I haven’t seen much of the world, unlike you.”

“Where would you want to go?”

I shrug. “Anywhere that’s queer-friendly. I wouldn’t want to hide or repress who I am to visit a country, no matter how beautiful it is. I’d rather avoid places I’m not welcome.”