Chapter 19

When Tavish hits subspace,that floaty, dazed look takes over his face. Watching him soar sends tingles through my body until they detonate in my spine. My cock pulses and I throw back my head, roaring as my climax rushes through me. As I thrust deep into him one last time, my back arches and my body stiffens. My cock throbs as I fill the condom wrapped around it. The hot, sticky fluid gushes from me so forcefully I wish I'd gone bare so I could see it run out o" his gaping hole afterward.

Watching the boy fall apart under me is a dream. The greatest pleasure I've experienced in many years. It could've only been better if Simon were here, fucking Tavish's pretty mouth while I fuck his tight little ass.

Tavish is fucking perfection as a sub. Obedient and willing to please one moment, bratty and obstinate the next. Every command I gave him, every position I moved him into, he went willingly. I don't know if he was fully aware o" my check-ins on his color, but his answers o' "green" matched his body, so I continued.

I kiss his forehead as I pull from his body, walking to the bathroom to dispose o" the condom. Back in the bedroom, I wipe him down. The boy came so much and so hard it's in his hair and on his face.

Unable to help myself, I lick a splash o' it from his chest and feed it to him from my tongue. Next time we do this, I want it to be my come I feed him afterward. I want to taste myself on his skin and in his mouth. I want to lap the come from his thighs.

"I don't think I can go another round," he whimpers as my lips continue cleaning him up as I drag the washcloth over his body behind my kisses.

"I dinnae think I ken either." I laugh. Looking at the clock, I see we were at it for a while, so it's nae surprising he and I are both spent.

Once he's clean, I turn down the bedding and tuck him in. These wee acts o" caring for him open up a Pandora's box o" daddy things I want to do. Things I'm hoping he's okay with. Simon indulged my Daddy tendencies, but Tavish has already admitted he thinks o" me that way, so I'm just hoping our kinks continue to line up.

I stand next to the bed and pull on my clothes, watching him drift off to sleep. Once again, I'm struck by just how beautiful he is. I move to leave so he can nap, but he grabs my hand.

"Stay." His sleepy mummer pierces my heart, but the boy's gonna need calories and water given the number o' times he came.

"Sleep," I whisper. "I'll be here when you wake."

I lean over him, kissing his forehead and brushing the curls back. He hums, burrows into the pillow, and is snoring before I make it to the door. I take his phone and comms unit, turning on the ringers before placing them on his nightstand.

At the bedroom door, I look back at him. I hate the idea o' leaving him alone. I know he's safe here. Everly and her men are verra protective o' him for reasons I dinnae ken, but now that I've claimed him, I want to be the one protecting him, caring for him.

"It's about time you got your head out of your ass where he's concerned," Damon says as I close the door behind me when I exit his rooms.

I cock my brow at him. "He's mine," I growl.

Damon nods and walks away.

I watch him disappear, still curious how Tavish evoked that protective big brother response from a man such as Damon. I turn and head toward the kitchen to put a meal together for Tavish.

Making food for someone other than myself stirs something inside. Something I've nae felt for anyone other than Simon. The wash o' newness with every emotion and action disturbs me. Every wave brings up memories I dinnae want to relive. Simon has been gone for ten years. It shouldnae still hurt to think o' him like it does. Pushing the thoughts away, I head back to the beautiful boy I left in bed.

The thought o' Tavish in bed perks my cock up. Picking up the pace, I'm shocked when I open the door to find him at his desk.

"What are ye doing? And why are ye out here?" I ask.

Tavish swivels toward me, his eyes blown wide open. The move unveils the bags o' sour cherry candy, sour gummies, and an enormous bag o' wavy potato chips behind him.

His mouth opens and closes and he glances between the food in my hands and the junk on the desk behind him.

"Tavish?"

He turns back to the junk on the desk. He yanks open a drawer, moving to swipe the open bags into the desk.

"Stop."

His back stiffens, and he looks back at me over his shoulder, his eyes even wider, if that's possible. "Umm, I needed a snack."

I place the plate o' food I made him down on the desk before him. "That is not food, lilla du."

He looks up at me through his lashes, then back down at the plate as he mumbles under his breath. I dinnae ken what he mumbled. I pull a chair close to the desk so I can sit with him while he eats.

"This was really nice of you. Thank you," he whispers.

"You're welcome," I reply, waiting for him to eat.

"Do you not like it?"

"I don't know."

Confused, I look at the food. It's nothing exotic or out o' the norm.

"Tavish, what is wrong?"

"Aren't you going to eat with me?"

Realization dawns and I sigh. "I ate while I made yers, mo ghille donn. Do ye want me to leave while ye eat?"

"No!"

"Okay. Then eat. Ye need calories, and nae the kind ye've got sitting on your desk."

More grumbles, but Tavish picks up the utensils. He pushes the food around on the plate as he glances at his junk food.

"Lilla du, eat."

"What's that mean?"

"Eat."

With another small huff, he starts eating.

"Iffn I'm gonna be yer Daddy, and yer gonna be my boy, lilla du, then we need to lay out some ground rules. We'll add them as we go, but here are the first two…ye will eat three meals a day. Nae junk. Meals. And ye will sleep eight hours. I've noticed ye dinnae do either o' those things."

"Yes, I do," he sasses.

"No, ye dinnae."

He huffs, his arms crossing over his body, the brat in him coming out to play. I couldnae be more excited. The more time I spend with Tavish, the more I realize that he's exactly what Simon and I always wanted to add to our dynamic. It makes me miss him even more, but I ken he would kick my arse iffn I dinnae take this chance because it's what I would do iffn the situations were reversed.

"I want a list o' things you like to eat," I tell him.

His eyes bounce toward the chips and candy.

"Food, Tavish."

"Fine," he grumbles.

Swallowing a chuckle, I hand him the fork and nudge the plate toward him. He takes a few tentative bites. Just as I think he's going to turn his nose up at it, he dives in, eating with gusto and the provider in me preens.

"Did you see the message I sent?" he asks with his mouth full.

"Don't talk with yer mouth full, lilla du."

His cheeks pink up, and he ducks his head, but he does as told. He even wipes his mouth with the napkin I brought.

"Did you see the message I sent?"

"I did. I've nae gone through it yet. Why?"

"I think I found Maeve's buyer. I don't know for sure, but all the information lines up."

"Ye found her," I whisper, but he holds his hands up.

"I can't and won't say that. I think I found the person my father sold her to, but Draven…"

"Dinnae say it," I command. I cannae hear it.

"I won't lie to you."

His pledge reminds me o' the things I've nae told him. I ken I need to tell him the truth o' his father's death. O' my involvement. I'm nae sure how to go about it.