Page 46 of Daddy's Pride

Harris’s throat clicks as he swallows. “We should do that again.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Kiss-chase?”

He nods slowly. “Maybe—maybe more.”

“More?”

“Hunt me down and fuck me.”

The air whooshes out of my lungs. I get off him and sit cross-legged beside him. “You’re serious?”

He pushes up onto his elbows. “I—think so. Is that something you’ve ever done?”

“No.”

“Do you want to?” Is his voice quivering from excitement or fear?

I lick my lips. The thought of chasing him down and fucking him out here leaves my head spinning and my cock aching. “Do you?”

“Yes,” he replies in a needy whisper.

“It would be hot.”

“Uh-huh.”

I run my hand through my hair. “We’d get dirty.”

Harris laughs. “Wouldn’t that make it sexier?”

I groan. “Yes.”

He shifts onto his knees and places his hands on mine. “I trust you, Daddy. Chase me. Catch me. Fuck me.”

A shiver snakes down my spine. “I love a boy who knows what he wants.”

He leans forward and pecks my lips. “You, Daddy. I want you.”

I pull him into my arms, kiss him hard, and then cradle him while I stroke his hair and stare into his eyes. “We’d need to talk it through properly when we’re not half-turned on.”

“You’re only half turned on?”

I chuckle. “All right, I’m fully turned on.”

“Discuss it when we’re thinking with our heads, not our dicks. Got it.”

I lean down and kiss him tenderly. “I’m so glad you turned up on my doorstep, boy.”

“I’m glad you weren’t an axe murderer.”

I bark out a laugh. “Are you sure I’m not?”

“Perfectly sure. You’re a kind, strong, sexy Daddy. Fate brought us together.”

“I don’t?—”

He tickles his fingers through my beard as he kisses me. “That’s okay, Daddy. I’ll believe for both of us.”

“We were going to go to Scarborough today.”