13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Bare

I sat with Hermie on my lap, not quite sure what to say. My fingers touched his soft lips as I waited for him to collect himself. Finally, his lips puckered, and he kissed my index and middle fingers, slowly pulling my hand away.

Hermie released a deep breath. “I want to stay here with you. I want to be your boy. I don’t believe I’m a little. Grace explained things to me about the different types of boys and girls, and I might be a middle, but I just know I want you to be my everything… my Daddy, my advisor, my lover, my forever.”

I pulled him closer and wrapped my arms around him, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. “That’s the best news I’ve ever heard.”

I was about to carry him upstairs to my bed when there was a loud noise outside by the bunkhouse. Hermie jumped up. I followed him, shoving my feet into boots on the porch and heading toward the noise.

Bridget’s Honda was parked in front of the bunkhouse. Her brother, Brady, was carrying Tilda to the bunkhouse, as I arrived. “What happened?” Bridget was holding a towel on Tilda’s head, and it was soaked with blood.

“What the fuck is going on?” I took her from Brady’s arms and carried her into the living room, placing her on the couch.

I gently pulled the towel away to see a gash on Tilda’s head. “It was Ken. We went to get burgers for lunch, and he was there. He’d been drinkin’. He and Til got into an argument, and Burdette pistol-whipped her. She refused to let me take her to the hospital.”

It was clear Bridget was upset, but Tilda’s eyes seemed to plead. “I’m fine. Head injuries bleed a lot. Just don’t let him near her, please.”

“B-Bare, we need to t-take her to the hospital. She c-could have a concussion or e-even a fractured s-skull.” Hermie was wringing his hands with worry. Fucking Ken Burdette was going to pay.

“Babe, can you go get more towels from the house and bring down your truck.” I looked at Tilda. “You’re going to the hospital. I don’t need you having a stroke or a seizure on my watch.”

I turned to the rest of the boys. “None of you leave the place. I don’t want any of you getting into trouble. I’ll handle this situation. If you take it into your hands, you’ll end up in jail, and I don’t want to have to bail anyone out.”

Hermie was back in two minutes with the towels. He parked his truck outside the bunkhouse and rushed in. “I’ve g-got the truck h-here, B-Bare.”

I reached into my back pocket to pull out my wallet. “Take her to the hospital and use this card for the charges. Jolly, go with them, please.”

“Y-You want m-m-me to go by m-myself?” Hermie’s face was pale.

I exhaled. “New plan. Dirk, go with Jolly to take Tilda to the hospital. Use my credit card to cover the costs. Don’t get into any trouble.”

I put a towel over the gash in Tilda’s scalp and wrapped another around her head to hold it in place. Jolly picked up Tilda from the couch and carried her outside. Dirk grabbed the keys from Hermie, and they left.

I turned to Bridget. “Go. Brady, go with her.”

They hurried out, leaving me with the rest of the hands and Hermie. “Come on, Hermie. I need to make some calls.” We left the bunkhouse, but instead of going to the ranch house, I headed for my truck.

“Where are y-you g-going?” Hermie was running to keep up with me, and my behavior wasn’t helping him calm down, either.

“I’m going to find Ken Burdette. This isn’t going unchecked.”

Hermie got ahead of me and turned, putting his hand up to stop me. “P-P-Please, Daddy. Don’t d-do anything rash. Call the p-police, please. You’re all I’ve g-g-got.”

My first instinct was to beat the life out of Ken Burdette, but as I stared at Hermie, I saw who my priority should be—my boy. “You’re right, Baby boy. Let’s go inside.”

I took his hand and rerouted us to the front of the house. Once we were inside, Hermie led me to the kitchen and had me sit at the counter as he grabbed the landline from the base unit on the desk and handed it to me.

“C-Call, please.”

I took the phone and his hand, pulling him closer to as I dialed 9-1-1. “You’re such a beautiful boy. I'm lucky to have you.” I kissed his cheek and held him next to me as I waited for the dispatcher to answer.

It was best that Hermie stopped me. I’d have done something over the top, ended up in jail, and ruined our night. Thankfully, I listened to him. There weren’t many others who could get to me, but he was someone I would listen to. Hopefully, I could for the rest of my life.

“Ready? My, don’t you look handsome? Am I underdressed?”

I turned to see Hermie standing in the doorway of my office where I was looking at mares for sale on an AQHA auction website.

My boy was wearing a pair of faded black skinny jeans that I knew hugged his ass like a glove. Fuck if my dick didn’t take notice immediately. On top, he was wearing a vintage band T-shirt like I’d had when I was a kid.

“You look amazing.” I closed my laptop and got up from the chair and wrapped him in my arms. My hands settled on his perky ass, and I was tempted to forget our plans for the night and have him right there bent over my desk.

“I found a trunk in the basement that had a bunch of clothes inside. I hope you don’t mind that I washed them. They’re a little big on me, but I can disguise that.” He turned in my arms to show me he’d tied a knot in the back to make the shirt fit better. He looked incredible.

“Fuck! That was mine in junior high before I hit my growth spurt. God, I love you in my clothes.” And I did—love him and appreciated seeing him wearing a piece of my past.

My older brother, Thomas, had gone to the concert in Austin with his then girlfriend—now wife—Liz and brought me the T-shirt. When I went to college, Mom packed up my old clothes and put them in the basement. That must have been the trunk Hermie found.

“You’ll need a coat, Baby boy. It’s cooled off since this afternoon.”

We’d gone to the hospital to check on Tilda, who thankfully didn’t have a concussion or a fractured skull. She did, however, have seven stitches in her head, but she and Bridget both had restraining orders against Ken Burdette, who was currently in the county jail for the weekend for assault with no chance to get bailed out.

“I found one in the trunk.” I couldn’t remember what might have been in there, but I was fairly certain it was mine, so I didn't care.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Without warning, Hermie dropped to his knees and scooted closer to me, looking up at me through his lashes. “Gracie told me something she liked to do that I like to do, too. She said sometimes when she feels little, she likes to suck her Daddy. I’m not feeling little, but I noticed my Daddy is hard. Can I suck you?”

His soft cheeks flamed red, but it was the most beautiful red I’d ever seen. “If you wanna suck Daddy, go ahead.”

Hermie reached up and unbuckled my belt, so I spread my stance to keep my dress slacks from falling to my ankles and getting wrinkled and to put my cock and balls closer to his face.

He unbuttoned and unzipped them, reaching inside to pull out my throbbing cock. I lifted the burgundy sweater and undershirt, securing them under my chin, and I stared at him.

His slender fingers traced down my abs to the curls surrounding my erection. My skin pebbled at his touch. “God… feels good.” Oh, and it did.

He got up on his knees and took my cock into his mouth before he popped off and licked all around it, lighting me on fire. Sweat beaded on my forehead as he took me back inside, sucking and gently grazing his teeth along the shaft.

It wasn’t going to take long for me to blow. Him in my shirt had me so close anyway, and as his fingers gripped my balls while he began bobbing his head, going down until the head of my cock grazed the back of his throat. The feeling of it had my balls pulling up as a bolt of lightning surged down my spine and I shot down his throat.

My sweet boy too, during it all, smiled around my still-throbbing shaft as I stroked his cheek. He closed his eyes and swirled his tongue around the head, gathering every drop. He slowly rose from the floor, but I held onto him until I was sure I could stay upright. My knees were definitely weak.

Hermie hurried from the room and came back with a warm washcloth from my bathroom, wiping my crotch gently as he blew hot air on me to dry my dick. He tucked me away in my boxers, and I closed my stance so he could pull up my pants and tuck in my undershirt.

“I swear, I’ve never had a better blow job. Thank you, Baby boy.” He buttoned and zipped the slacks before buckling my belt. He pulled down the sweater and adjusted it, leaning forward to kiss the middle of my covered chest.

I picked him up, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. “I’m excited for the party. Can we stop somewhere to pick up a present for her?”

I nodded and kissed his soft lips. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him I loved him, but I was afraid of rushing things. It had only been two weeks, but it only took me an instant to fall for him. I prayed he fell for me, too, but only time would tell.

We made a quick stop at a boutique I knew Grace loved where Hermie found a necklace and earrings. I bought a gift card so Gracie could pick out something she liked. I had enough trouble with my own wardrobe choices. No way I was going to be able to pick out something for a young woman.

Once we made our purchases, we headed to the club. “You got any questions?” I noticed he was fiddling with his fingers, which reminded me of something.

“I j-just don’t know what t-to say to new people.” I stopped at the stoplight and turned to look at him.

“Open the glove box.” He did, then faced me. “There’s a red box in there. That’s for you.”

He pulled it out, offering a big grin. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

I reached over and put my hand on his shoulder, giving him a squeeze. “I did, but it serves two purposes. Open it.”

Hermie opened the red box and gasped. “This is beautiful.”

“Hold onto it for a minute. I’ll put it on you when we get to the club.”

It was a gold link necklace with a gold pendant that read “My heart belongs to Daddy.” Instead of the word “heart,” there was a heart-shaped diamond in it. On the back, our initials were engraved. I’d ordered it from a jeweler Connie knew in Houston. It had turned out perfectly.

I made a right into the parking lot of Whip Smart, the BDSM club where I belonged but hadn’t visited in a few months. I’d been disillusioned by not finding a boy for myself and had considered quitting. As I’d read once, love comes along when you least expect it.

I stopped at the valet stand and left the SUV running. Hermie’s door was opened, and he slid out of the truck, fidgeting with the box as though he couldn’t wait to open it.

“Good evening, Mr. Barrett,” the valet greeted as he opened the door and I stepped out. It was my Lincoln SUV that was rarely driven. I’d had it for a couple of years and only drove it when I went to the club or to board meetings at the bank. Now I was grateful to have it so I could take Hermie out on dates. He deserved to travel in style.

“Good evening, Daniel.” He was new, but he was wearing a name tag. “Looks like quite a crowd tonight.” I gave the guy a tip and walked around the back of the vehicle to the spot where Hermie was waiting with the birthday gift bag for Gracie and the red box.

I led him over to a bench where I deposited the bag for Gracie. “Okay, open it.”

Hermie flipped the lid on the box. “ Bare! ” He tilted the box toward the light so he could read it again, and then he put his hand over his mouth for an instant. “Sorry, Daddy.”

I leaned forward and kissed him gently. “No worries. Let’s put it on you, and I’ll explain what else it means aside from being a gift I wanted to give you.”

Hermie handed the box to me, and I slid the necklace out, closing the lid and putting it into the breast pocket of my sports coat. “Turn around, please.”

Hermie did as I asked, lowering the top of the denim jacket that used to be mine so I could slide the necklace around his neck and see to clasp it. “Aside from the fact that I wanted to buy you something to show you how happy I am that I found you, this will also let other people in the club know that you’re taken.”

I turned him around to see how it looked, happy that it enhanced the light brown color of his hair and the sparkle in his eyes. He was my beautiful Baby boy, and I wanted everyone to know it.

“I’m taken? This lets other people know I’m taken?” His smile was bright and lit up my heart.

“Yes. If you want to be, then you’re taken. I love you, Hermie. I don’t expect you to be there yet, but I waited as long as I could to say it. Tomorrow, we’ll decorate the tree and get ready to celebrate our first—”

“Daddy, I love you, too. I didn’t think you could love me so fast, but I’ve loved you almost since the minute you sat next to me at the counter at Miner’s.”

I wrapped him in my arms and kissed his soft mouth, ready to get right back into the SUV and go to the hotel. That was another surprise I had for Hermie.

We would be staying in Abilene with Connie and Gracie instead of driving an hour and a half back home to Kingsley. I’d already told the ranch hands they were on their own for breakfast on Saturday morning. I was excited to give Hermie a night off. He more than deserved it.

I had packed a bag for us and stashed it in the SUV while Hermie napped after we returned from the hospital. I couldn’t wait to have him all to myself after the party.