Chapter 9

Elias

I’d say Caleb cleans up real nice, but I think he looks just as beautiful as he normally does. His jeans are cleaner and they don’t have any wear and tear, but I wouldn’t mind whatever outfit he landed on. His white button-down and his cream-colored cowboy hat looked just fine.

When he asked me a day ago how to dress for this date, I said casual and comfortable. First dates shouldn’t be too formal. It puts a ton of unnecessary pressure where it shouldn’t be. I just want to show this man a nice time and get to know him better over food. I can wine and dine him later on.

It took us an hour to get to the closest restaurant, but as someone who was born and raised here, Caleb didn’t mind. Texas is a beast of a state, but the distance between the ranch and the restaurant allowed us time to start chatting. I’ve already learned so much.

His favorite food?Seafood boils with extra crab.

Favorite song?It changes all the time, but right now it’s anything by Hozier. (Yeah, my man has taste).

Favorite TV show? Yellowstone.

Favorite sport?Football, all the way. (I vow to sway him to the dark side with one hockey game, of course).

And my favorite fact about Caleb? His biggest dream is to travel the world.

Talk about a perfect match. A Texas cowboy who can’t get out of his small town and the billionaire with all the money and resources to make it happen. The man working his ass off to fulfill his dreams and the man whose dream it is to see him happy.

“This place is nice,” Caleb tells me, cutting into his ribeye. It’s not fine dining by definition, but it’s got a classic feel to it. “You didn’t have to take me here. We could have eaten at your place.”

I snort at that. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not a very good cook. I do employ one, though. Besides, I wanted to take you out, I like that everyone here knows you’re with me.”

“Possessive?” he asks, lips twitching on the sides.

I set my sweet tea down, looking him in the eye. “A new development, I assure you.”

His cheeks flush with no sun to blame it on. “Oh.”

“Indeed,” I agree, smiling. “I’m really glad you decided to come.”

“I almost backed out,” he admits.

I try not to frown. “You did?”

Shyly, he explains, “I’ve never been on a real date.”

That is a travesty, but also to my benefit. I’m sure if any dumbass were smart enough to take Caleb out they’d have realized what a catch he is and snatched him up before I had the chance to get him for myself.

“And how are you finding this one?”

Caleb chuckles. “It’s really great. I almost don’t want to go back.”

Good.

“Trust me, baby, we’re only getting started.”

Another blush. Such a precious sight.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he replies softly.

I’ll exceed every expectation and then some, cowboy, I promise.

Unfortunately for us, time seems to slip by too fast and we’re back in the rental truck, heading for the ranch. Fortunately for us, the date doesn’t really end.

We talk almost the whole way back, discovering each other with every word. When the conversation begins to naturally fade, I decide to pick the mood up and turn some music on. When the first song to shuffle in is too funny to skip, I turn the volume loud enough for Caleb to hear.

It’s Dixon Dallas’ song Like Whiskey and pretty quickly into the singing, Caleb chokes on his own spit. Looking at me with wide eyes from the passenger seat, he balks. “What the fuck is this?”

I just turn it up, chuckling to myself. “Like that, do you?”

“They put this on the radio?”

I burst into a fit of laughter as Caleb absorbs the country-pop sound and the provocative lyrics.

“No, but it’s in my playlist,” I boast shamelessly. “Something about gay country music gets me hot, I wonder why that could be.”

Caleb scowls, huffing at the comparison. “I am nothing like this song.”

“Not really,” I concede. “It’s fun though. Feels like summertime.”

“It feels like summertime because it is summer,” he argues playfully, leaning over to smack a kiss on my cheek. But he doesn’t pull back, instead, his lips find my ear. “You know what else would feel summery? My lips wrapped around your dick while you drive us back.”

Loooord.

Chills skate up my arms. “Is that right?”

“What do you say, Daddy? Can you handle it?”

“You’re trouble, baby,” I mutter, catching his chin between my fingers. “Tell you what, you can give me head on the way home if you agree to come with me when I leave.”

His eyes twinkle. “You really want that?”

“I want that and more,” I assure him. “I’m currently figuring out how to get you to agree to come with me on my next work trip. I only have three meetings over a full two-week stay.”

“Goddamn, Elias,” he practically moans the curse. “I was already going to give you a blowjob, you don’t need to sell me on it.”

No, I just need to sell him on me. Preferably forever.

Caleb makes short work of my belt, pulling it off of me and clawing at my pants to free my already stiffening cock. He doesn’t offer a warning before swallowing me whole.

“Shit,” I hiss, gripping the wheel harder. “Take it easy on me, baby, I still have to drive.”

“You can handle it, Daddy,” he mumbles the words against my flesh, vibrating his lips on my dick. “I believe in you.”

Little shit, I chuckle to myself.

There isn’t any humor in the way that he sucks my soul through my dick, though. It’s insanely sexy and feels too good to be true.

Caleb slurps and sucks my cock with deep and fast movements. He chokes and gags but persists, making the most filthy sounds for me. He’s deep-throating all nine inches of me like it’s his goddamn job.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” I sigh. “If you don’t want cum in your mouth, you have to pull back?—”

Somehow he goes deeper, his wet wide-spread lips brushing against my sack. That’s what sends me over the edge, tumbling down into bliss.

Just as we’re rolling to a stop in his family’s parking lot, I take my foot off of the break and put the truck into park. Dropping my head against the back of my seat, I blow out a breath and shoot my load into his throat.

Forcing my eyes to stay open as the orgasm tumbles through me, lighting me up from the inside out, my whole body tightens up.

Blinking through watery eyes, Caleb drinks me down, swallowing around my girth. He breathes through his nose until he can pull up and take in large mouthfuls of air.

Pulling him close for a sloppy kiss, I taste myself on his mouth and moan happily. “You’re unreal, Caleb Burke.”

He chuckles. “Daddy likes being deepthroated, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Daddy likes you period, baby.

“About my business trip,” I trail off, shifting to look at his face. “How do you feel about the Philippines?”

His smile lights up and my heart swells.

I’m going to show this man the world, one place at a time.