Chapter 6

There was a constant niggle in the back of my mind, a theory perhaps. Jamie was a Little the entire time he was at Henry's as well as at the club, but not so much outside of that. Granted, we hadn't spent a lot of time together, but I wondered if that had to do with a lack of toys and stimulation to get him into that headspace. Clearly, he needed an outlet to unwind and escape adulting.

I think a bit of toy shopping and getting the playroom set up for him just might do the trick.

With the bones already there to complete, it would only require a bed and Jamie-specific toys. Was I getting ahead of myself? Hell yeah, but there was no stopping me now. I knew what and who I wanted, and Jamie fulfilled all my needs. Now I just had to ensure I did the same for him.

Wiggle. Wiggle.

Fucking hell. That tight ass rubbing all over my dick fried my last brain cell. Wonder how he'd react to my going caveman on him?

Wiggle. Wiggle.

"Jamie, you know what you're doing. Are you prepared for the consequences?"

Giggle. Wiggle. Giggle. Wiggle.

Over my shoulder he went, giggles echoing throughout as I carefully tread across the tile floor, so we didn't land in a heap of broken limbs on the tile. Smack! My hand landed on that cute little ass, driving his erection into my chest.

More giggles.

This boy would keep me on my toes for sure. As he learned more about himself, I'd be doing the same.

He landed with a bounce on the bed as I dropped him, in a full-blown giggle fit now.

"That ass is mine, boy."

The growl in my voice sent visible shivers through him. He rolled over, face-down, ass-up, wiggling that fine derriere at me.

I grabbed the supplies from the nightstand and tossed them on the bed beside him. "That ass is mine, Jamie, and once I mark it no one else will ever touch it. Understood?"

"Yes, please and thank you."

If the little imp thought politeness would grant him a reprieve, he was sorely mistaken.

Gods.I stared, awestruck as I traced his rim with a lubed finger. The muscles flinched, expanding and contracting with the gentlest of touches. The urge to wreck his hole warred with the need to protect and care for it. My inner voice was at war with itself, debating the best route as he pushed back, and the first finger slid in.

Fuck, the thought of how fucking amazing his channel would feel around my cock nearly had me coming. Probably should've worn a cock ring for this. It'd been so long for me, there was no way I wouldn't detonate on impact.

By the time I'd worked up to three fingers, both of us were panting. I sheathed up in record time and slid in, not stopping until I was balls deep inside his tight ass. "Jesus, Jamie."

The horny little demon beneath me wiggled his ass.

Ah, so that's how this is gonna go down.

All right, little boy, game on.

With a firm grip on his hips, I pulled out and slammed back in, repeatedly. The bed rocked with the motion and if the bolts in the wall gave way I'd consider it a trophy. With every gasp he released I pounded harder, faster, chasing that final prize but needed my boy to come with me. I angled my hips, aiming for his spot.

"Daddy. Daddy. Daddy," he chanted when I hit it and I picked up the pace, not giving him time to lose the feeling. "Daddy!" he bellowed as his tight channel constricted and throbbed around me as he came and sent me over the edge.

"Fuck!" I growled and relentlessly pounded into him as we rode the aftershocks. I nearly dropped on top of him but at the last second my brain engaged, and I was reminded of our size difference. Instead, I rolled over and took him with me.

"Just give me. A. Minute," I panted. My chest pounded and though I was worn out, I felt alive. Like I'd run a mile but round two would take some time to get to. I wasn't twenty-something anymore, but I could already tell Jamie would be the ultimate test for that. I wondered how many times in a day I could come now and not end up in the ER?

Jamie's stomach growling engaged Daddy mode. "I need to feed my boy." I hopped up and grabbed a rag from the bathroom and tossed the condom. "What would my boy like for dinner?" Having a boy around would keep me on my toes and the cupboards full but as of today, I was in desperate need of grocery shopping.

"Honestly, I'm not picky. When I'm Little, I like dippy foods, which you know, but when I'm big I'll eat just about anything."

"Good to know. How does Chinese sound?"

"Ooohhh, they have lots of dippy sauces. Can we get a bunch of stuff to share?"

That perked my boy right up. Dippy foods equaled Little headspace. I'd already seen the excitement with that and should've realized that was a positive trigger. I just wished I had some toys around for him. Light bulb!

"I'll call it in and run and pick it up. Feel free to take a shower while I'm gone." I kissed him, dressed, called in the order and was out the door.

Perfect! The big-box store around the corner was open and they had a fantastic toy selection. I may've gone a bit overboard, but excitement led me through the department. Aisle by aisle I filled the cart to the brim and nearly cringed at the checkout when given the total. But given how long it had been since I'd had a boy to spoil, the expense was more than worth it.

I brought a handful of the gifts in, the rest I'd unveil with the room when it was finished. Still had a few more things to order but the excitement coursing through me was ridiculous. Had I just gone through the motions before and never put my heart into it? Must have because the smile on my face wasn't going anywhere.

"Daddy, you took forever." My sweet boy greeted me at the kitchen door that led to the garage with a hug and a kiss. "Here, let me help you."

"Why don't you take this," I handed him the goodie bag, "And I'll sort through dinner. Want to eat at the kitchen table or in front of the TV?"

Jamie squealed when he pulled the toys from the bag. "Coloring books and crayons and a new stuffie! Daddy, you're the bestest!"

Little Jamie was a warm welcome and told me I'd made the right decision to do a bit of shopping along the way.

"You are so very welcome, sweet boy. Why don't you find your favorite cartoons on the TV, and you can color while I get the food and your yummy sauces sorted."

"Okay, Daddy." He skipped off toward the TV, swinging his bag as he did.

Lack of TV trays didn't stop me as I improvised with a baking sheet. I managed to snag a divided dish with cute animals on it and a set of small dishes for his dippy sauces. After I washed them I scooped a bit of each food item onto his plate, set it all on the tray and carried it out to the coffee table.

"Here we go, sweet boy. Let me grab your juice box really quick."

"Okay, Daddy." He hummed a cute tune as he colored away. A cartoon I wasn't familiar with played in the background.

"All right, sweet boy, dip, dip, dip away."

"Yay!" he cheered as he dipped his eggroll, wiggling and singing his dippy song. The world could crash around us for all I cared. As enthralled as I was, or maybe entranced was a better word, with this boy in front of me I could care less about anything else.

Gods, I was falling hard and fast for this boy.

"What are you going to name your new giraffe?" It was so cute. He had the new stuffie standing up on the table. Right in front of him but far enough away from the food he wasn't in the splash zone.

"Hmm." He tapped a finger to his lip. "George. George the Giraffe." He smiled fondly at the new addition to his collection.

"George, it's wonderful to meet you. I hope you enjoy your new home." And I hoped one day my home would become our home and George, Sloffers, Kiki, and Jamie would all live here.

It dawned on me how boring and mundane my life had become. Now with Jamie here it was alive and full of color. My parents were going to adore him.

Jesus, I'd gone from zero to sixty faster than a Lamborghini.

Jamie colored and sang silly tunes as he filled page after page with bright colors and love. I ran out to the car and grabbed a couple more things. A new bedtime story, tubby toys, and bubbles in case he wanted a tubby later.

"All done, Daddy." He handed me the pages he'd ripped out. "For your fridge. A sloth for Sloffers, a koala for Kiki, and a giraffe for George so when we're not here you can ‘member us."

"Sweet boy, I will never forget you and if I had my way, you'd never be far from me." I kissed his forehead. "Let's hang these up. Why don't you put your coloring stuff in the drawer under the coffee table for safe keeping."

I cleaned up the food while he sorted that out and hung the pictures on the fridge. The smile on his face when he saw them was nothing short of amazing.

"You hung them up, Daddy." He beamed and swished his hips to a silent tune.

"I said I would and look, there's the one you made at Henry's house."

He threw his arms around my waist. "My Daddy is the bestest."

"That's ‘cause my boy is. Now, one question remains."

Those big blue eyes stared up at me. "What's that, Daddy?"

"Does my special boy want a tubby?"

"Tubby time!" he shouted as he ran down the hall, clothes landing all over.

I picked them up, laughing as I followed that cute, naked ass. "Let Daddy get the water going."

"And bubbles. Don't forget the bubbles, Daddy." Jamie was very serious about his bubbles if the stern look on his face had anything to say about it.

"I won't. Why don't you reach into that bag on the counter and see what's in there?"

"Yay!" he shouted, dancing in place. "Frogs!" Jamie ripped the bag open and dumped them in. "Turtles and rubber duckies!" he announced as he tossed them in.

"Given the dance you just did, do you need to potty first?"

"Oh, yes." He tiptoed off to the toilet room and took care of business while the water filled. "I'm back."

"So I see, and naked as the day you were born. Take my hand and I'll help you in."

Carefully, Jamie stepped over the side of the tub and sank in.

"Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles," Jamie sang as he set up a conga line with his toys and marched them through the bubble marsh. "Daddy?"

"Yes, sweet boy?" I started scrubbing his back with the frog bath sponge I'd bought him.

"Thank you. You turned a really yucky day into the best day ever. Mwah!" He gave my cheek a loud kiss.

"You are very welcome. I'm glad you had fun." There was so much entertainment when you found the right boy.

Jamie's arms shot up in the air. "I'm pruney, Daddy."

I helped him up and wrapped him in a towel, using another to dry his hair. "All right, let's get your pajamas on."

"Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy."

"Jamie, no jumping on the bed. You're gonna break something." I failed to mention it'd likely be his unprotected dick as it freely bounced around. "Come on, let's get you dressed."

As soon as he was dressed, he ran out to the living room grabbed all three of his stuffies, then came barreling back in and landed on the bed with a bounce, curling up under the sheets. "I'm ready for bed, Daddy."

How could I not chuckle at that? This boy was full of personality and energy. "Daddy still has to get ready for bed, sweetheart. Why don"t you get comfy while I lock up the house and shower and then I"ll join you in a little bit?"

"Okay, Daddy." It only took a moment to shut the lights off and lock up the house. When I came back through the room he was snuggled in with his furry friends, chatting away to them about his day. Glad my theory about what it would take to get him in the right headspace worked, he'd stayed there all evening. By the time I got to bed, he was sound asleep. I snapped a picture of him curled up with his stuffies and set it as my screensaver.

"Morning, Daddy." I woke to a bouncy boy in my bed.

"Did my alarm go off and I missed it?"

"Nope. I had to pee then I couldn't go back to sleep."

"What time do you have to be to work?" I glanced at my phone, up an hour earlier than I needed to be, but okay…

"Nine. But I'm hungry, Daddy."

Shit, I had zero breakfast foods. "Let's get dressed and go to breakfast." I scooped him up and he giggled all the way to the bathroom. "Brush your teeth."

On the way out, I grabbed the spare key and gave it to Jamie. "What's this for?"

"In case you get home before me. Sometimes appointments run late."

"But this is a key. To your house."

"I'm aware of that."

"You trust me?"

"I do. The only thing in this house that's not replaceable is you, sweet boy. Now this way you can come or go whenever you want. Oh yeah, here are the keys to the SUV."

"You were serious about me driving it?"

"Dead serious. It has a high safety rating and I feel better knowing you're in it." If I had my way, we'd sell his current car for scrap metal. But we weren't at that point in our relationship. Yet.

Jamie shook his head but followed me out.

I held the car door open for him. "Hop in. Let's get the mirrors adjusted for you." I showed him how to work everything, all touch screens. "Perfect, now follow me to the restaurant."