14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Samuel

All the way to the club, I told myself I was only going to make sure Mars and Mika were okay. Mars had mentioned some guy had been giving him a hard time, and I didn’t like the idea of those two boys being at the club by themselves. I’d managed to convince myself of that—until I saw Fox holding Mars against him as they moved to the music.

I’d known Fox was interested. Hell, he’d asked about Mars the day of the fire. He’d asked if he was single, and he’d even called him a sexy little snack.

Seeing the two of them together was all wrong, and it was also the nail in my coffin. Steven was wrong. I was exactly what Mars needed—not Fox. The boy was mine, and I was done fighting it.

I locked eyes with Fox, and the bastard had the nerve to grin at me before spinning Mars around and pointing right at me. Luckily, he was smart enough to hightail it out of there before I reached them.

“Samuel, what are you doing here?” Mars asked when I stopped in front of him.

“I came for you,” I said.

“You did?” he asked, his voice soft.

“You said you wanted to find someone who actually wanted to kiss you.” I reached up and cupped his face in my hand, and he leaned into my touch. “I figured I’d save you the trouble of looking.”

“Yes, please,” he said breathlessly.

I didn’t waste any time. My mouth covered his, and he sank into me. I’d thought our first kiss had been earth-shattering, but it was nothing compared to this one. The only thing keeping me in check was the reality that we were in a room full of people.

I pulled back and looked down into his eyes. “Let’s go home, baby boy.”

He nodded. “I just need to let Mika know I’m leaving.”

“Are you sure he’ll be okay here on his own? I know you mentioned he’d had some problems.”

“Yeah, Andy and Caleb have his back.”

A few minutes later, we pulled up at the house and got out. The car ride had been a tense, silent one, neither of us willing to risk breaking the spell we were under.

As soon as we were in the house, I wrapped one arm around his waist, pulling him tight against me. He gripped my shirt, holding on like he was afraid I would try to get away. Not something he had to worry about.

I kissed him, and he moaned the sexiest sound I’d ever heard into my mouth. My cock grew even harder, something I wouldn’t have thought was possible. He released the grip he had on my shirt and started working on its buttons. But he was going too slow for me. I wanted it off.

I pushed his hands away and made quick work of the shirt, dropping it to the floor. I wanted skin, and I wanted it now. I’d been picturing his bare chest in my head ever since he walked out in that little mesh crop top.

I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. As soon as it was off, I pulled him to me, relishing the feel of his body against mine.

“Be sure, Kitten. Because once I have you, I’m not letting you go. Do you understand?”

He nodded and reached for the button of my pants. “I understand.”

I reached down and stopped his hands. “I think we should take this to the bedroom.”

He nodded and took my hand. We went down the hall to my bedroom, and he shut the door behind us.

“Kismet. I don’t really want an audience.”

“Yeah, you’re the only kitty cat I want in my bed.” I trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck. “I love this collar on you. Have you ever worn one before?”

He shook his head.

I wasn’t a Dom, and I’d never thought about collaring one of my partners before, but I felt just possessive enough that I kind of liked the idea with Mars.

I tugged at the band of his pants. “Take everything else off, but leave the collar on for me.”

He nodded, and I watched as he shoved those tight leather pants down his thighs, taking a tiny little thong with them, and I got my first look at my boy completely naked.

“Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He reached down for the button on my jeans again, and this time, I let him undo them before I pushed them down and dropped them to the floor. I shoved my boxer briefs down as well.

He stepped toward me and pressed his body against mine, and fuck if he didn’t fit there like that was where he belonged. I ran my finger down his back, and he shivered.

“Samuel,” he groaned. “Please, I need you now.”

I backed him up until his legs hit the bed, and we fell together with me on top of him.

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down into his gorgeous eyes. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

“I’m far from perfect.”

“Perfect for me anyway.”

He reached up and pulled my head down for another kiss.

“If I’m so perfect, what are you waiting for?”

“Don’t think perfect for me means I won’t spank you for being bratty, Kitten.”

“Oh, threaten me with a good time, why don’t you.”

“You’re a handful.”

“Or a mouthful.”

Where on earth did this sassy boy come from? I hadn’t pegged Mars as being so mouthy in bed, but I was totally here for it, as long as he remembered I was the one who was ultimately in control.

I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube. He spread his legs to make room for me between his thighs, and I moved into place. I tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom on. I popped the top on the lube and drizzled it right behind his balls. I used one finger to trail the liquid’s path down his taint to his hole. I teased the rim until he was squirming, trying to get more.

“Please, Samuel, I need more.”

I slid in one finger and then another, thrusting them in and out until he was moaning. When I was sure he was ready for me, I lined up my cock and slid into him.

I wasn’t gentle. I gripped his hips tight to hold him in place as I thrust into him hard and fast.

He grabbed the sheet and held on as I pistoned in and out of his body.

“Tell me who you belong to,” I ordered.

“I’m yours. Yours… please.”

“Please, what, baby boy? What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” he whimpered. “Just more.”

I pulled out of him, slid off the bed, and stood up, pulling him with me to the edge. I wrapped my arms under his knees, lifting him up, and then I slammed back into him hard and fast.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he moaned, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his cock.

“There you go, boy, make yourself come for me.”

A couple of tugs later, he cried out, and his body tensed. His channel clenched around my cock, tipping me over the edge with him.

I went to the bathroom, disposed of the condom, and got a warm rag to clean him up. When that was done, we scooted up the bed, and I wrapped my arms around him. He snuggled in and let out a contented sigh before his breath steadied, and he fell asleep.

Mars

I woke up the next morning, and the bed was empty. Samuel’s bed. Not Steven’s old bed. Last night had been everything I’d dreamed of—and more. The question was, would Samuel regret what happened?

I stood and stretched slowly, savoring the slight discomfort that was a reminder of the way Samuel had taken me the night before. I’d known we would be good together, but not that good.

I went down the hall to my room, pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth before heading to the kitchen.

I found Samuel sitting at the table, like always. Any worries I had about him having regrets disappeared the moment he looked up at me and smiled.

“Good morning, Kitten.”

I smiled back and made a beeline for the coffee pot. But as I walked past his chair, he reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into his lap.

“How are you doing this morning?” he asked.

“I’m great.”

“I wasn’t too rough last night, then?”

“No, last night was perfect.”

“Good.” He smiled. “We didn’t really talk about boundaries or what we like and don’t like beforehand, so I just wanted to check in and make sure.”

“That’s really sweet of you, Samuel, but I promise, I loved every minute of it.”

“Okay.”

He put his hands on my waist and lifted me off his lap. Then he swatted me on the ass and said, “Get yourself a cup of coffee. I’ve got bagels, cream cheese, and smoked salmon for breakfast. How’s that sound?”

“It sounds divine.”

I joined him at the counter, and we worked together to get breakfast ready. It didn’t take long before we were seated back at the table, devouring it. About halfway through, Samuel took a deep breath and gave me a small smile.

“If we’re going to do this thing, I think we need to have a talk.”

I raised an eyebrow. “This thing?”

“Yeah, that didn’t sound the same out loud as it did in my head.”

“I bet not,” I said with a smirk.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Let me try again. If we’re going to make a relationship between the two of us work, I feel like we need to have a talk.”

“Okay, that sounds much better,” I said, nodding.

“Have you given any thought to what I told you about me being a Daddy?”

“I have. I talked it over a little with Mika, but I’m not a hundred percent sure why it would matter for me to call you Daddy.”

“Well, I guess the name—the honorific—isn’t the big thing.”

“But you’d like it if I called you Daddy?”

“I would, but only if that’s something you’re comfortable with. What really matters to me is less the name and more the dynamic.”

“Okay, so what exactly does that mean?” I asked. “I did a little online research, but none of that really tells me what it means to you .”

“Well, honestly, it’s pretty simple. I have… I don’t know if it’s a need or an urge… but I feel this drive to protect the people I care about, to help them. And yes, sometimes that means being the one who’s in control. It’s just part of my personality and not something that’s likely to change. So, I’ve found it simpler to look for partners who want someone with those characteristics rather than trying to curb those instincts.”

He paused before continuing. “I understand not everyone wants to be in a relationship with someone like that.”

I thought about that for a moment before nodding. “I don’t mind someone being in charge. Actually, I kind of like it. But what I don’t like is someone who tries to change who I am. I’ve had enough of that in my life. With my mother and my ex. Kind of like you said about being protective, caring, and naturally in charge—not being able to change that and not wanting to—that’s how I feel about myself. I am who I am, and I don’t want to change. I like who I am and what I do.”

“Well, it sounds like we’re on the same page,” Samuel said with a small smile. “Because I like who you are, and I have no urge to change you. But I think you need to know, Steven’s not going to like this.”

“I don’t know,” I said thoughtfully. “He might surprise you. I’ve had a crush on you forever, so he can’t be too shocked.”

“Actually, he’s not going to surprise me because I already talked to him,” Samuel admitted. “And he was less than thrilled. In fact, he made it pretty clear he wanted me to stay away from you. Not to encourage this crush he thinks you have.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” I said, incredulous.

“I’m not,” Samuel replied. “But I do think he’ll come around.”

“You don’t worry about Steven,” I said firmly. “I’ll talk to him.”