17. Calvin
Chapter seventeen
Calvin
I woke to the most incredible feeling of my life and quickly worked out that the heat from my very hard cock was entirely due to Saul's lips being wrapped around it. I groaned and came awake fully, my hands just able to reach the head resting between my legs. "Daddy," I breathed, everything inside me deliciously tight and already pulsing.
He hummed in approval but didn't stop and I could rapidly feel everything building. "Daddy," I repeated, and he lifted up briefly.
"Color?"
"Green." He bent back down, and I had a passing thought that I would rather go with something different because I hated green, when every feeling I had seemed to coalesce somewhere in my cock. Or maybe my balls, I didn't know. It was this urgent sense of deliciousness and perfection. That everything came right all at once.
But then he did something with his tongue that made my whole body burn and lift like I wasn't on the same planet. I squeezed my eyes shut and took in the pleasure that rocked through me. And it seemed to go on for a really long time.
At some point, however many millennia afterwards, I was still on my awful mattress, but I was encased in Daddy's strong arms so tightly I could barely breathe. But that was okay because oxygen, compared to the out-of-body experience I'd just had, was so overrated.
I knew I should offer something in return, but after a moment Daddy chuckled. "Did you enjoy that?"
"That's like giving someone fish eggs over Jello."
It took him a moment. "Caviar?"
"Mmm," I agreed. Not that I'd ever had caviar, and not that I was in a desperate rush to try it.
"Well, sorry to disappoint your highness, but I'm a pizza kind of guy."
I giggled. "Crusty?" I oww'd at the slap on my bare bottom and snuggled against a hard and very perfect chest. Then I thought about the day. "I have to pick up my rental at nine." I could have gotten it at eight, but I would have to get the bus there, and I had no idea what time it was now.
Daddy huffed into my neck and propped himself up on his elbow. "Really, baby? You think that's how this is going to go?"
And it didn't.
Daddy said he was going to get the truck and made me promise faithfully not to open the door to anyone I didn't know, and I agreed immediately. "Is the furniture all yours?"
I wrinkled my nose. "Yes." I should dump it all, but a tiny bit of me still struggled to believe this would last. Then what would I do? I couldn't live with Ricky and Chris indefinitely.
Daddy smiled and picked up his wallet. "I've got a ride on its way so I can drive the truck back." He hesitated. He must have picked up on my worry. "We're going to take all your things, simply so that isn't a decision you have to worry about right now. I'll be back soon." He stepped back to me and cupped my cheek. "Make our house a home. Money's no object. My only large purchase in the last twenty years was my truck."
I inhaled quickly in excitement. I had full Pinterest boards with design ideas, and the thought of being let loose on something like that made my heart squeeze. Daddy said I didn't have to worry about any more packing, and that anything that was left he would do when he got back, but I had some last-minute clothes, bathroom things, and bedding to pack. I knew I had to get in the shower, so I quickly stripped and hurried in.
I heard the knock on the door as I got out of the shower and what sounded like my name called as well. Crap, I hadn't given Daddy a key. How long had he been standing there while I'd just about used all my hot water? I wrapped my big towel around me and rushed to the door, undoing the lock and opening it a second too late to remember Daddy's instructions.
Steven stood there.
And he looked furious.
"You quit your job," he said and walked in. I was so surprised to see him, I'd made no attempt to stop him and tightened the towel.
"Steven, why are you here?"
He stopped and turned. "You know why."
"No," I said. "I really don't, and I'd like you to leave."
He took a step toward me and even though I wanted to stand my ground, I couldn't help the step back. "I said—"
"Calvin, I made a huge mistake. Baby, come on," he almost whined. "We were good together for a long time."
Because I was hiding myself. "You kept asking me to tone myself down. That's not being good together. That's trying to make me into something I'm not."
He shook his head and took another step toward me. "You know that's not true. You only acted like that when you were with Ricky, and I get you wanting to fit in. I really do." He brought a hand up to brush my cheek and I jerked away.
I was more obvious with Ricky, because I felt safer. "Steven, please leave."
And for the first time, he seemed to notice I was in a towel. "What are you doing?"
"I just got out of the shower." But he looked past me and spied the boxes.
"You're moving? Is that why you quit your job?"
I nodded assuming he'd been to my work already. "You need to leave." But he ignored me and walked into the kitchen.
"Where are you going?"
I sighed. I didn't want to get into a long conversation, and I was wearing a towel. "I said you need to leave." He turned quickly to face me and almost lunged for me, and stumbled. Wait, had he been drinking? At nine in the morning? I ducked, but I was stuck between him and the door.
"Not so fast. I'm just trying to talk to you. I was good at being your Dom. You know that."
"I never wanted a Dom," I almost yelled, getting exasperated.
"Yeah, you did," Steven insisted. "You wanted me to take charge, and you loved it."
"I wanted a Daddy , that's totally different."
"What you mean like that old man?" Steven sneered. "That why he had you in a diaper? Trying it out for him?"
It was completely pointless arguing. "Steven, I mean it. I need you to leave."
But he took a couple of steps toward me closing the remaining distance and I had nowhere to go. "I could be your Daddy," he said silkily. Dread seemed to leaden my feet, and I put my hands up in a vain attempt to stop him, but he grasped my towel and yanked me forward, fastening his lips to mine. And for once in my damned life, I didn't freeze. In fact, I fought. I fought him and to stop the towel slipping down but he yanked me so close I couldn't move. He mauled my lips with his and I wanted to gag at the taste of stale alcohol, and to my horror, I felt his hand slide down between us. In utter desperation, the only part of me that could move was my mouth and I bit down on his lip, really hard.
Steven jerked back and howled with his hands to his bloody mouth. I had a second to take one step, but he roared, and he backhanded me so hard it sent me crashing into the small table. It split under my weight and for a second, I couldn't hear anything through the ringing in my ears and the fire in my face. Steven reached for me, his grip cruel on my arm, but I was so shocked I couldn't fight back.
And just as I registered another crash, Steven's hands were gone and there seemed to be a lot of noise. Yelling. I curled up, or tried to, and flinched as another pair of hands touched me. "Baby."
I recognized Daddy's voice immediately and reached for him, tears of relief already streaming down my face. I was lifted into his arms and carried into the bedroom. I felt Daddy wrap my blanket around me, tuck Tiny into my arms, and sit on the chair in the corner, holding me super tight. He didn't speak much for a long time, except to rock me and press kisses on my head, and mumble I was okay, and he wasn't letting me go.
I heard the door open but didn't dare open my eyes for a long time. "Did you end the fucker?" It was Daddy's voice, and it was so low and full of anger, I looked up to see who he was talking to. It was Christopher, and he hunkered down in front of me. "He got away from TJ because there was a woman pushing a stroller. The idiot's in his car, so we called 911, and according to TJ they've already stopped him."
"I think he was drunk," I whispered. Daddy muttered something else I couldn't quite hear but didn't care to, and I clung on. I knew Christopher had left because the door closed.
"Let me see where you got hurt? I think we need to get it checked out."
"No," I croaked out, the thought of going to some ER terrifying me. "He backhanded me, and I fell, but it's all my shoulder. I didn't hit my head." I paused while Daddy ran a hand through my hair, checking for bumps. "I just want to go. Please," I added. I felt like my space had been violated.
The door opened a second time and Christopher put my first-aid kit down in front of us. "We've just about finished out there. We're gonna need to move the furniture in here soon."
I clutched Tiny to my chest. I couldn't speak. After a moment, I realized Daddy was pulling some sweats over my feet. He passed Chris the door key. "I'm taking him to my place. He doesn't need to see this."
"Good idea," Chris said. "Leave everything to us."
Daddy examined my shoulder and put ointment on the grazes and the good stuff I had for bruising on my cheek, then stood and reached for me, pulling the sweats up and adding a tee before picking me up again. He didn't look like he intended on putting me down, and I wasn't complaining.
I knew I should thank Christopher. The two guys that were with him smiled kindly but didn't attempt to come anywhere near, and all I did was burrow my head into Daddy's neck and pretend that the last hour hadn't happened.
Daddy told me my only job was keeping Tiny safe, and he tucked me into his truck and fastened my seatbelt.
It still took five hours, and I think I dozed for most of it. I knew Daddy made a couple of calls and I managed to drink both bottles of water Daddy pushed on me but refused food. After three hours, I had to ask to stop to use a restroom and even then, Daddy didn't let me go on my own. I dreaded to think what time the other guys had left Denver this morning, but eventually we turned into a cute neighborhood and stopped outside of what had to be my dream house. "Here?" I whispered.
Daddy nodded, looking pleased I'd spoken. "I won't lie. It needs work, but the basics—plumbing, electric, and air— are done."
I gazed at the one-story home. It had a tiny front lawn and a porch that just begged for rockers, and then a huge wooden and glass door. Chris's car rolled in behind us and I assumed they'd caught up as we'd stopped. The rental truck had just gone to whatever storage unit Ricky had arranged. Chris had my personal things.
Daddy turned off the engine and the front door opened. A whirlwind I recognized met me as I opened the truck door. I think Ricky would have climbed inside if Christopher hadn't grabbed him to give Daddy the chance to run around and lift me down himself.
Ricky flung his arms around me, and I couldn't help the wince. "Gentle," Daddy murmured, and Ricky met my gaze. Shame flooded me and I looked down.
"This wasn't your fault," Ricky said, because we'd been friends for a very long time, and he knew where my thoughts would go. It was always my fault. And my mom's voice seemed very loud in my head.
I nodded, but I knew he was lying.
I caught the panicked look Ricky sent Christopher, but I didn't have the energy to soothe him. Christopher lifted two suitcases from his car and set them just inside the door. He went back for a large box. "Clothes, shoes and bathroom stuff."
"Saul asked me to get what I could ready and then you can change whatever you want later," Ricky rushed out; he seemed to want to dash toward me again, but he didn't. I pasted on a smile and let Daddy walk me up the steps. I knew Ricky left with Christopher, promising to see me tomorrow, but I didn't respond, just let Daddy walk me inside.
It was perfect from what I could see, even though I didn't have the energy to explore. I didn't care that the kitchen was fifty years old, as Daddy told me apologetically. I adored the separate living room and the cute study slash dining area next to it, and the separate tiny library with wall-to-ceiling bookshelves. "I never met her," Saul admitted sadly. "I only found out about her a few months after Dad died and her lawyers tracked me down. I would have given anything to have met her, and I have no idea why Dad didn't tell me, or why they must have fought."
I clutched Daddy and then suddenly I was crying, and I didn't want to think about why. The house was perfect and at any other time I'd be rushing around in excitement, but I just felt numb.
I didn't even know why Daddy was with me. Why was I here? Daddy took me to the bedroom and somehow, I was in my jammies before I blinked, and tucked under my blanket with Daddy's arms around me. I was still crying, and right at that moment I didn't know if I would ever stop.
I must have because I woke sometime later to the smell of food. I blinked open my eyes to see Daddy putting a plate down on the little nightstand, and then he sat down on the bed to look at me. "How's your head?"
I thought about it. "My head doesn't hurt. My cheek does, and my shoulder, but not my head."
He handed me a travel cup of water complete with a straw and I had a vision of the little blue sippy cup he'd given me in the hotel. The one I'd thrown at the wall. The mess he'd cleaned up while I had just thrown a tantrum, then gone to sleep. I took a long drink and glanced at the plate, and my belly rumbled. He'd made toasted cheese sandwiches, which were my favorite, but he'd cut them up into small, bite-size triangles. He picked one up, and I opened my mouth automatically. His smile at my show of trust made my heart stutter.
"What about you?" I asked after I'd eaten my third piece.
He grinned. "I ate mine while I was making yours."
I blinked. "How long did I nap for?"
"It's a little after six. You probably needed longer, but I wanted you to be able to sleep tonight." I chewed and swallowed the next two before I had another question.
"What happened?" He knew what I meant.
"He was arrested for DUI. He got a good lawyer, and I believe he's out, but there isn't much they can do unless you want to press charges for assault. I would support you all the way, you know that."
I glanced down at the comforter. "He'd get a fine." I was pretty sure aggravated assault had to involve a weapon. And we'd also been together for over a year, and he hadn't hit me before.
"I want to forget about him."
"Let's leave this one to Chris," Daddy said cryptically, and popped the last bite into my mouth. I startled at the sound of the doorbell.
"It's a delivery. You're fine." Daddy said and got out his phone, then showed me the app to see a delivery driver unloading a bunch of boxes. He had to make three trips. "I'm going to put this on your phone."
"What is it?" I knew we had to talk about "us", but I didn't think I was ready.
"I ordered a bunch of stuff we need. I don't need to sign for anything, so let's get you settled so I can bring them in and you can open them."
"I can?" I asked in surprise. Daddy nodded, helped me out of bed, and practically stood guard while I peed and brushed my teeth very gently because my cheek really hurt. Then he took me into the cute living room. There was a straight-back chair and footstool in one corner, angled in front of an old TV, but there was a squishy sofa that looked perfect, and Daddy steered me to it. I took my blanket and Tiny, and let Daddy settle me on the couch. To be honest, I was eager to see what was in the boxes. Eager for the distraction.
Daddy brought them all in and brushed a kiss on my lips. "Pick one."
I pressed my lips together to stop the smile because big smiles hurt my face, but I could admit to being a little excited, so I pointed to a random box. Daddy reached for it and set it on my lap, slit the tape with his fingernail, and sat on the sofa next to me. "Go on then." I delved in eagerly and drew out a clear bag with a My Little Pony bathrobe in it. I gazed at it in astonishment.
"I know you have some shorts like that, so I thought…" Daddy trailed off. "We can send anything back," he added in a rush. "Get something else. You can—"
"I love it," I whispered and drew it out of the bag, hugging its softness to me. I'd never had a new bathrobe like this. The plain one I currently had I think cost me all of seven dollars in a clearance sale. He nodded and wiggled his fingers for it. Pouting, I passed it over. "I was going to put it on."
"Nope, I'm going to run it through a quick wash and dry so its good for next to your skin. It'll be ready in an hour." He stood and picked up two other packages. "Open those while I do this."
I giggled because one was a matching pair of slippers and the other had some My Little Pony socks.
I pointed to a huge box in the middle when he came back, and Daddy pushed it across the floor so it was in front of me. He broke the tape seal, then left me to it. I had to get on the floor for this one and I gaped when I saw what was in it.
It was the biggest art set I had ever seen. And not just drawing and coloring. There were at least three full dividers of craft supplies. I looked up in absolute astonishment. "How did you know?"
"Ricky," he said quietly. "He told me that was your favorite part of your job, and that you loved creating." He waved around the room. "We have a lot of walls to fill."
I launched myself at him and Daddy caught me carefully, mindful of my shoulder even if I wasn't. "Baby, I wanted to kill him." I knew who he meant. Of course I did. But I wasn't going to think about that now. If I could get away with it, I wasn't ever going to think about it at all.
But some little voice in my head told me it wasn't going to be that easy.