12. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Liam

B y the time Rhys had dressed and was ready, his pretty face was flushed with arousal. Soft groans escaped him at every other step—it was beautiful to watch.

“Oh gosh, Liam, you should have said Fergus was waiting in the car! We shouldn’t have…frolicked,” he hissed when we arrived at my car.

“He doesn’t mind,” I assured him, palming his ass and giving him a gentle squeeze. “Do you, mate?” Fergus gave a low huff, his tail thumping the side of the van when I addressed him.

“He’s still scaring me a little,” Rhys muttered, pressing his body against mine.

“Tell him. He can understand you.”

“Hey Fergus, sorry I’m not really familiar with dogs, or Cù-Sìth, sorry, I—” He gave me a horrified look.

“Pup.” Throwing my arm around his shoulders, I pulled him close. “Stop overthinking. It’s fine.”

Fergus huffed again when I touched him.

“I think he doesn’t like me. Maybe I should just go back…”

“No pup.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Stop being a dick, Fergus. He’s mine .”

His dark eyes found my gaze. “You’re saying he’s…”

“Jealous of me, yeah. He likes you.”

Rhys wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, his warm body snuggling closer. “And what do you mean I’m yours?”

“Well, you are. He can borrow you for cuddles, but that’s about it.” I gave my hound a stern look, and he had the grace to look ashamed of himself.

“Are you seriously fighting your dog for my affection, Daddy?” Rhys kissed my cheek. “Sorry, Fergus. We can be friends if you like.”

Encouraged by my words, he held his hand out to my hound.

“Oh wow,” he breathed when Fergus’ shaggy green head snuggled into his palm. “You’re so soft.”

Rhys fidgeted in his seat at every speed bump and pothole. I loved it.

I could love him. Perhaps I can tell him one day…

Barely an hour later, we arrived at my parents’ place near Port Cillean. Most of the family would gather here tomorrow to celebrate together.

“Wow, that’s a gorgeous house.” Rhys stared openmouthed at the sprawling stone farmhouse.

“It’s been in my family for a couple of generations. My great-grandparents had nine children—they needed the space.”

He blanched at my words.

“Don’t worry, pup. They’re not all going to be here tomorrow.” Pressing a kiss to his temple, I flung open my door and let out Fergus. My shaggy green hound dashed over to a bush to empty his bladder.

“I’ll get our bags later. Come on. I want to say hi to everyone first.”

When I slipped my arm around his waist, Rhys relaxed against my side. Occasionally, a slight tremor ran through his body, but he fought hard not to make any sounds as I led him to the front door and inside.

“Hello? Anybody home?” I called loudly when we had taken our shoes off in the hall.

“Uncle Liam! Fergus!” My sister’s kids came dashing out from the kitchen, stopping dead when they spotted Rhys.

“Hey, come here and let me say hi properly.”

All four of them had the same ginger hair as Mina and I, and they slowly inched towards us.

“Meet Rhys, he’s my,” I began, wanting to introduce him as my—

“Boyfriend,” my sweet pup finished for me, glancing sideways at me.

“Hi, Uncle Liam’s boyfriend.” The second tallest and boldest of Mina’s kids grinned. “I’m Liane, this is John Junior, Edgar, and Molly.”

“It’s good to meet you.”

“Mum and Nan are in the kitchen. We’ve been decorating the Christmas tree, and now they’re baking cookies. We’re going to make them pretty later.”

Sure enough, my sister was busy cutting out various shapes. A dog, bats, a unicorn, and a fox. My family hated cliché Christmas cookie cutters.

“Oh, it’s good to meet you.” Mina grinned at Rhys over their clasped hands. “I’ve been thinking he just invented you to get me to stop setting him up with people.”

“Couldn’t blame him.” My sweet pup winked at her, and my sister blushed.

“Come on, Rhys, I'll show you where we sleep. Be right back, and then I’ll decorate the cookies with you.”

“I can help.” Everyone stared at Rhys, who turned even pinker. “What? I’m a passable cookie decorator.”

“You can help us,” my niece Molly piped up. “I bet you’re way better than Uncle Liam. He sucks at it.”

Oh, by the Goddess. I forced myself to keep a neutral expression on my face and had togive it to Rhys; he managed to stay earnest.

“Molly!” Mina gripped her daughter by the shoulders. “We don’t use those words.”

“Well, she’s right.” I shrugged. “You are allowed to tell the truth.”

My sister snorted. We were the worst, but hearing an almost five-year-old kid curse was just so fucking funny.

“Maybe I can teach Uncle Liam some of my tricks, so he doesn’t suck so much at decorating cookies.” Rhys winked at my niece.

Hestia, he’s good at this. He’d have her wrapped around his pinky in no time.

“Right, come on. We’ll take our stuff upstairs. Be back in a bit.”

We had about fifteen or twenty minutes until the cookies were cold enough for the icing.

Time enough for what I want to do.

“Liam,” he groaned by the time we had made it upstairs and to my room at the end of the hallway. Far away from my family downstairs. “I can’t do this with that plug in me. Please. I believe you, okay? I know you want me here.”

“Oh, pup.” I stroked his flushed cheek. “Let’s go and have a quick shower. You’ve done so well for me, sitting through the car ride and meeting my family.” I touched my lips to his heated face, then led him into the ensuite bathroom with my hand on his ass.

By the time I was naked and got him out of his trousers, precum had seeped into his boxers, drenching them in the front. My sweet pup trembled with excitement as I took them off, leaning in to lick his cock clean.

“Fuck, Daddy,” he gasped, flinging out a hand to steady himself against the shower wall when he lifted his feet. I stood up, holding him close to me and grabbed the plug’s flat base.

“Who’s been the best boy for me?”

“Me, Daddy.” Rhys whimpered when I nudged the plug inside, his cock twitching. I hummed.

“Yes, pup. And you deserve to be rewarded for your good behaviour, don’t you?” I pushed the toy into him once more, bumping into his prostate.

“Daddy!” he pleaded with me.

I turned on the warm water and sealed his lips with a kiss, hungry for his taste. Slowly, I pulled the plug out of his snug ass.

He groaned into my mouth, holding onto me as my cum leaked out of his hole.

“So good for me,” I muttered, my hands roaming his body as he rutted his hard length against mine. “Yes, get yourself off on my body, pup! Come for me! Now!”

With a soft whimper, he obeyed, shooting out all over my cock.

Rhys was too exhausted to protest when I washed him everywhere, holding him up with my body.

“You don’t have to,” he murmured but held perfectly still.

“Oh, let me take care of you, my cute little pup. It’s the least I can do when you are so sweet and perfect for me, and when you let me fuck and plug you.”

“That feels so good, Daddy.” With a sigh, he relaxed, letting me cover him neck to toe with dense foam and rinse it off.

“Are you sore, pup?”

“No, Daddy. Just a bit tired. But also happy. Thank you.”

I shook my head as I took a towel from the shelf and wrapped him in it. “No, thank you . Come on, let’s lie down for a few minutes before we head back downstairs. I want to hold you.”

Rhys snuggled his face into my pecs, holding me tightly and kissing my chest.

“Do you want to stay here? Maybe take a nap?”

“No, we promised we’d decorate the cookies with your niblings. I would love that.”

Perfect. You are fucking perfect.