Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

LUKE

My boy is getting impatient.

I sense it every time we’re together now. He’s waiting for more, pushing me to see how far I’ll take things.

While every other relationship I’ve had would have led to me being balls deep in him long ago, I can’t imagine rushing things with Timothy. He’s so much more than a hookup to me.

He’s everything.

I finally sat him down about a week after Halloween to discuss our limits and desires. Turns out, my boy and I are beyond a perfect match. Everything he said aligned with what I prefer, making everything else come down to the particulars of our fantasies.

This was the area he struggled in most. My boy has limited himself for so long with what he could have that fantasizing about sexual desires feels farfetched to him.

In the weeks since our talk, I’ve been encouraging him to look into different kinks and positions to see what does and doesn’t interest him. The issue with that is his libido is now at an all-time high.

He practically tackles me the minute we’re alone in the car together at the end of the workday. I’ve heard more than a few catcalls from the team over our public displays.

Which ironically doesn’t bother me.

Having been private about my life for so long, I expected to feel that way this time too. But Timothy makes me want more for us. He makes keeping it all a secret feel foolish. I want the world to know about us. That way, no one would dare try to take him from me.

Today, I had to sneak out of the arena an hour early to coordinate the surprise for my boy. He won’t get to see it until this weekend, unfortunately, given we have a couple of away games at the end of the week.

Still, if I don’t grab it today, I’ll have to wait until next week to swing by the shop.

I park in the same spot as last time, then walk right up to the front desk. The same friendly woman greets me from before.

“Hey there. Back for more?”

Nodding, I pull out the printout from my computer. “I’m here to pick up an order.”

She looks down at the page, her brow dipping as she reads my info. When she glances back up at me, there’s a beaming smile on her face.

“Please tell me you’re getting this for the little cutie you had with you last time."

“Sure is. You think he’ll like it?”

I watch as she moves to a rack of packages further back away from the desk. She glances at a few while nodding.

“He definitely will. I don’t know a Little who wouldn’t love something like this. Daddies also prefer it. I must say, you got the best of the best. It’s rare anyone picks this one, hence why we don’t keep it in the store.”

Taking the box and printout from her, I reply, “Makes sense, I guess. For me, the cost wasn’t a big deal. I’d buy this whole place if he wanted it.”

“Your boy is lucky. I hope you two are happy. And we’re here if you need anything else.”

“I’m sure I’ll be back soon. It’s been too long since he's been here.”

She grins. “We get a new shipment of stuff for the Little room in next week. A boutique up north has taken off these last few years, and we’ve only just gotten through the waitlist to get access to their stuff.”

“Oh, really. What’s the name? I wonder if I’ve heard of them.”

In my attempts to be the best Daddy possible, I’ve become a master at search engines. I know just about every age play blog and shopping site in existence at this point.

“It’s called A Littles Designs, Co. They’re owned by another Little, so the styles and products are top-notch. We expect to sell out pretty quickly,” she admits.

Frowning, I pull one of the business cards from the stack by her register. “If I leave my number, can you call when it arrives? I’d like to give my boy the chance to look through it before it runs out.”

Her smile is the widest I’ve seen yet. “You betcha, big fella. Give me the info, and I’ll let you know ASAP.”

“Deal,” I say with a chuckle as I scribble the ten digits on the back of the card. I leave her with a wave and a sense of satisfaction knowing my boy will get a chance at the best.

There’s a small traffic jam on the way back to the stadium, which makes me late getting back. My boy is sitting outside on the sidewalk, his phone in hand and a frown across his handsome face.

“What’s wrong, honeybee?” I call out as I pull up in front of him. He’d been so lost in whatever he was thinking he didn’t even hear me pulling up.

His head pops up, his mouth opening in a silent ‘O’. Climbing out, I approach him carefully since I can tell something is wrong.

As soon as he’s within reach, I pull him into my chest. His body shakes with tremors, and his tears soak my shirt.

I can’t imagine what in the world happened since I left here not too long ago. Whatever it is, I vow to fix it, so my boy never suffers again.

Easing us onto the sidewalk, I place him in my lap. I know it’s a risky move given there could be anyone with a camera nearby, but I can’t find it in me to care. Not when he’s hurting like this.

“Tell me,” I urge when he finally calms.

He hiccups as he pulls back to look at me. “You were gone, and I didn’t know what to do. Did I need to wait for you, or should I get a car home? Then it reminded me of how it would be easier if I could drive again, but I just can’t. It’s too much. I… I…”

As his lower lip trembles, I accept that this is more than a simple fix. Whatever the root of the issue is, he’s dealing with something that will take time. Something that will need my full attention.

“Why don’t you drive, honeybee? The truth.”

He takes a shaky breath, his eyes moving somewhere over my shoulder as he starts to speak. “I told Jake some excuse early on because I was embarrassed. The truth is, I was in a horrible wreck. My car got totaled, and I was pretty banged up. Since then, the thought of getting behind the wheel terrifies me.”

My heart tears open at the obvious fear echoed in his words. He’s not exaggerating any of this. Timothy is terrified of driving. So much so that even a thought about it sent him into a panic.

I wrap my arms around him tight, then lean forward until our foreheads touch. In my softest tone, I promise him, “You’ll never have to worry about that again. If you don’t want to drive anymore, it’s a non-issue. I’ll hire you your own personal driver if need be. Say the word, honeybee.”

He giggles at the suggestion. I don’t though.

“I’m serious. If it helps your peace of mind to know you’ll never not be without a ride, I can ensure it. I don’t really like the idea of you taking the bus or all those rideshares anyway.”

“It’s not a big deal, Daddy. I use the same person each time because she’s really nice. She gave me her card and everything so I can find her each time.”

I make a mental note to track down this woman. I bet I could entice her with a comparable yearly salary to drive my boy around as her sole passenger.

“Still, I like knowing you’re safe when I’m out on the road. I’ll be glad when the season is over. We’ll have more time together then.”

Words I never thought I’d say.

Yet here I am, admitting I’m ready for the hockey season to end.

We sit for a few more minutes, then I get him settled in the car. Tonight we’re going to my place since I want to ensure I get everything for his surprise set up properly. Hell, I wonder if I should just tell him already. It might even cheer him up.

I’m about ready to blow the lid off things as I pull into my drive, only, I can’t. Why? Because my precious boy is dead to the world, his mouth open as drool trails down his cheek onto the door frame.

Snapping a quick picture, I add it to the album titled “my boy” on my phone. Then I climb out and unload the truck. By the time I finish, he’s still asleep and curled onto the center console instead.

At least now I can open his door without trying to catch him.

It takes a bit of maneuvering to get him inside and on the couch. When I do though, it’s with a sense of relief. He might have been upset earlier, but now that I know the cause, it’s something we can fix.

Leaving him be, I move into the room I’ve been working on upgrading for him. We normally play in the living room or one of the other guest rooms. In fact, my boy still thinks this is just a storage closet.

He’s decorated every room in the house except for this one. He’s been the best temporary assistant I could have asked for. Even better, since cutting his workload, he’s shown dramatic improvements all around. No more dark eye circles. No more yawning throughout the day. No weary expressions because he overworked himself.

Soon, he’ll learn the truth about his secret room. With Christmas quickly approaching, I’ll be able to give him the best surprise ever.

In fact, I might just hold off on giving him what I picked up today since it’s part of the overall plan. Yeah, that works. I’ll keep it all hidden until just the right moment.

Now I just have to be patient enough to keep it from him.