21. Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Mars

I pulled into the driveway at Samuel’s house, parked next to his truck, and glanced in my backseat. I’d bought way too much stuff at the Christmas in November sale, which was silly because I didn’t even have a house to put it in.

Of course the kitchen stuff might have matched Samuel’s kitchen, and the stuff I bought for the bathroom would go perfectly with the new tiles he was installing in the spare bathroom, but that was just because I liked his house and was hoping my new one would have the same feel. At least, that was what I told myself while I was buying it all.

I pushed open the car door, but before I got out, the garage door opened, and Samuel was there. Shit, he was so sexy today. I chuckled at myself. He was sexy every day. The question was, how did I get lucky enough to have him there waiting for me when I got home?

He walked out and looked in the backseat. He shook his head, but he was smiling. “Goodness, Kitten, did you buy out the whole craft show?”

“Not the whole show, just half of it.”

“Well then, let’s get that stuff inside, then we need to talk. I need to warn you about something.”

“You’re sounding all ominous again, Daddy.” I grabbed half the bags and headed for the garage, and he grabbed the rest and followed me. We put them with the rest of the stuff I’d bought since I’d been staying here and went inside.

“Okay, let’s have a seat.” He motioned to the couch.

“Sounds serious.” I plopped down on the couch and watched him adjust the pillows nervously before he sat down. Things between us were going well, so I refused to freak out, no matter how much a part of me wanted to.

“There was another arson today. It happened while I was having lunch with my friend, Hawk.”

“Well, shit. Was anyone hurt?”

“No, thank goodness.” He looked so tired and stressed, and I knew he was worried about all the people he worked with.

“Where was this one at?”

“It was out at the local fire academy.”

“The one where you taught that class last week?” It felt like this guy was purposefully trying to make Samuel’s life more difficult, and I didn’t like that at all.

“Yeah, that’s the only one in this area. I talked this over with Fox and with Hawk. I don’t think you’ve met him, but he’s one of the owners of Three Bears Tactical Services.”

“He’s the one who installed your security system?”

“Not him personally, but he arranged to have it done. We’re worried that this guy might actually be targeting me since the fires started in our service area right after I took over as chief.”

“But for what reason?” I couldn’t imagine why anyone would be out to get Samuel.

“We don’t know that yet, but I’m afraid that if he’s after me, you might become a target.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Because, Kitten, you matter to me. If this guy wanted to hurt me, there’s nothing he could do that would be more effective than to go after you.”

Oh. Wow. That was both terrifying and the sweetest thing I’d ever heard. I was sure I’d be scared here in a minute, but for right now, I was just basking in the fact that he cared that much.

I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Okay, so what do we do?”

“Hawk is going to provide someone to keep an eye on you when you aren’t with me. Just until we figure out who this guy is.”

“While I’m at work?” I asked.

“Anytime you aren’t home with me, just to be safe.”

I thought about that for a second. It would be uncomfortable having someone around all the time, but if being uncomfortable for a while gave Samuel peace of mind, I could put up with it.

“Okay. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

He reached for me and pulled me close. “Thank you, Kitten.”

“No, thank you, Daddy, for taking care of me. Is there anything else I can do that would help?”

“You could unpack all that stuff in the garage so I can park there.”

“But that’s for my new place.”

“Exactly, so unpack it all and make this your place.”

“But—” There was no way he was saying what I thought he was saying.

“But what?”

“You want me to stay here with you? Like, stay here, stay here?”

“Yes, Kitten. I want you to unpack all the stuff in the garage and put it wherever you want. Move your clothes from Steven’s old room into ours and stay with me. Make my home your home.”

I could barely breathe, much less respond. He was watching me, waiting for me to say something, but instead of words, I just launched myself across the couch and into his lap.

He wrapped his arms tight around me and chuckled. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

I snuggled in against him. “It would’ve been if you’d asked me.”

His chuckle turned into a laugh. “I told you I was bossy, didn’t I?”

“You did.”

He kissed me on the forehead and said, “Okay, so here you go. Will you stay here with me, Kitten?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll stay here with you.”

“Well, I think that calls for a celebration,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows in a ridiculous way that made me chuckle. He stood up, taking me with him, a playful grin lighting up his face. “You may think I’m joking, but I’m not. Let me show you just how serious I am about this celebration.”

“We should move to the bed then,” I said between kisses.

“That sounds like a very good idea.” He let go of me, letting me slide to the ground, and maneuvered me in that direction as we kissed, neither willing to stop touching the other.

When we crossed the threshold to the bedroom, I froze. Everything we had done together had been fabulous, but if I was going to stay here with him—if this thing between us was real—I wanted more.

He looked down at me, his concern warring with his need. “What is it, boy? Tell Daddy what you want.”

When he’d first told me he was a Daddy, I hadn’t really thought the Daddy thing would do it for me. I was willing to play along if it made him happy, but I’d been wrong. Hearing him refer to himself as Daddy gave me shivers in the best possible way.

“I think we’re wearing way too many clothes,” he said with a growl. Something else that made me shiver. Who knew a growly man would be so fucking sexy?

“That can be quickly remedied,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head and pushing my pants and underwear down, freeing my cock.

He’d watched me the whole time with hunger in his eyes, then he did the same. I reached out and ran my hands through the hair on his chest. I swear I would never get tired of touching him, and I thought he felt the same. He grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me close, and our mouths collided in a kiss that was all heat and desperation.

He walked me backwards until my legs hit the edge of the mattress, and he used the leverage to tumble me down on the bed.

He stretched out on top of me, bracing himself on his elbows and caging me to the bed while looking down into my eyes.

“Please, Daddy, I need you. Now.”

“One thing you can count on, Kitten, is that I’ll always give you what you need.”

My body was on fire, but I had to ask. “What I need, but not what I want?”

“No, baby boy, what you need.” That statement set every nerve in my body on fire. If I’d thought hearing him call himself Daddy was hot, that was nothing compared to what it did to my insides when he called me baby boy.

He rolled to his side and reached into the bedside table, pulling out the lube, then he positioned himself back over me, kissing me again. He pulled back and placed himself on his knees between my legs, then he reached out and trailed his fingers across my stomach and down my inner thighs, sending shivers through my body.

He popped open the bottle of lube and poured some in his hand, rubbing it together to warm it. Then he reached down with his right hand and slid one finger inside my hole. I moaned and thrust against him, wanting more. “Patience,” he ordered, pressing one hand on my stomach and holding me still.

“So bossy,” I moaned.

He chuckled and slid in a second finger and began to thrust in and out. “I love this, watching my fingers slide into you.”

“Yeah, feels good,” I said. “Know what would feel better? Your cock, deep inside my body. That would feel better.”

“Fine, if you insist,” he said, trying to sound annoyed but smiling as he lined his cock up with my entrance and slid in a little at a time. Once he was fully seated, he leaned down and took my mouth with his.

I ran my hand up his chest, wanting to feel him as he began to rock in and out of me. He reached under me with one hand, lifting my hips so that he could thrust even deeper inside me, causing pleasure to course through my body.

“Oh fuck,” I called out. “Yes, like that.” He pulled out and pumped back in, over and over, until I thought I was going to explode. “I need to come, Samuel, please, I need…”

He slid the hand out from under me that was lifting my hips and used it to grasp my cock, stroking it. “Come for me, baby boy. Now.”

It didn’t take but a few strokes, and I came, cum spilling from my cock onto his hand. He continued to stroke me through my orgasm until his movements became erratic. He slammed into me hard and stayed there, his cock pulsing as he flooded my channel with his release.

“Fuck,” I breathed out. “That was amazing.”

“It was.” He leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

He stood up, went to the bathroom, and returned with a warm cloth. I reached out for it, but he brushed my hand away.

“I got it.” He gently cleaned me up and then pulled me into his arms.

“I’m glad you said you would stay here with me,” he said.

I snuggled into his big warm body and sighed. “I’m glad you wanted me to.”