6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Liam

R hys and I used up every single condom he dug out of his duffel bag. Then we showered, put on the two fluffy dressing gowns he found in the wardrobe, and traipsed downstairs to my room.

“Are you sure you want me to sleep here?” he asked me for the fifth time, hugging the white dressing gown protectively around himself.

By Hestia, he looked edible in this and so fucking cute when he was all flustered.

Whipping off my own robe—it had barely been big enough to preserve my modesty anyway—I strode across the room to his side, cupped his cheeks, and kissed him. With a soft groan, his body leaned nearer, seeking my warmth.

“I want you to stay here, please.” Forever . “I don’t like the idea of you sleeping in our mess.”

“Okay.” Rhys nodded, smacking his lips as if he was already half asleep. His heavy bedroom eyes and the tousled hair made my heart flutter.

“Come on, my sweet pup.” I opened his belt, letting the robe drop to the floor. I enjoyed the sight of him standing there naked. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Having him follow my lead was a beautiful experience, and it was one I had always craved but never realised just how much I needed it.

He snuggled his face into my chest hair, slipped his arm over my waist, and was out.

It took me forever to fall asleep. I watched him as he rested, limbs heavy, his delicate face relaxed, the lips a little bit open and his breath brushing against my throat.

Rhys slipped out of bed early the next morning, trying not to make a sound. I wished he’d come back so I could take care of him again.

“Good morning, pup.” I yawned and stretched. “You’re up early.”

“Yeah, I’ll head back to my room.” He pulled on his dressing gown but hesitated with his hand on the door handle. “Will I see you again this evening?”

I got up and walked over to him. He glanced at my morning wood, then back at my face.

Insatiable pup.

Rhys sighed when I kissed him. It made me want him even more.

“I’d love to spend the evening with you.”

“And the night, Daddy?”

Hestia have mercy on me.

“I’ll take whatever I can, pup.”

“Anything,” he whispered and slanted his lips over mine again. “See you later, Daddy.”

I showered, put on my kilt and shirt, and went downstairs for coffee.

I’m starving, but nothing here is what I crave.

Damn. I should have held him back. Maybe a blowjob against the door would have taken off the edge.

Could have made the day less awful.

I saw Rhys chatting with other vendors a few times that day. He looked dashing in his white shirt and grey vest. Like a groom on his wedding day. The thought gave me a weird feeling in my chest, even though I didn’t know why.

“Hey, Mr Gordon,” I greeted him when he showed up at my booth at four.

You look tired, pup.

Was he here to cancel our plans for the evening?

“Mr Bell.” He smirked and leaned in to speak into my ear. “I’m closing up for the day. Care to get some fresh air? I found a chemist’s down the road.”

To get more condoms? Clever pup.

“Excellent idea. I’ll grab my coat. Meet you in the entrance hall in fifteen minutes?”

“Yeah.” Rhys bit his lips.

I’m dying to kiss you, too.

“Want to come back to my room later? We could order an outrageous amount of food from the room service and eat in bed?”

“Oh, pup.” I chuckled. “That sounds perfect. I love to eat…in bed.”

He inhaled sharply, goosebumps racing down his arms. “Fifteen minutes?”

“Fifteen minutes,” I affirmed and watched him walk away.

The rest of the Scotland Fabric passed in a haze and culminated in an obscene amount of lube, cum, and bruising kisses.

I did not want to leave that hotel room on Monday morning and dreaded getting into my car and back down to Kincardie. As much as I missed Fergus, every bit of me craved more time with Rhys.

“Want to have a last cup of coffee with me?” he asked when we’d made our way down to the lobby.

A last cup.

Fuck the finality of this thing between us!

“Yes, pup. Let me just drop my bag in the car.” I took hold of his forearm. “Don’t leave without saying goodbye, yeah?”

“I won’t. I promise,” he added with a little laugh when I didn’t let go.

“Good boy.” I turned and dashed to my car.

A stranger stood next to him when I got back. It was the pained expression on his face that made me speed up. My heart swelled as his eyes swept over the crowd in search of…me?

“Liam!” Relief, so much relief.

“Are you ready?” I purred, spreading my hand across the small of his back.

Daddy will protect you, pup.

He leaned into my touch, his jumper whispering over the callouses.

“I am.” His eyes met mine, his silent plea deafening.

Take me away from here.

“What happened?” I asked him when we’d walked out of the hotel in search of a cafe. That neither of us could stomach any more of the hotel’s coffee was a given.

“I don’t know,” he said, shoulders stiffening. “That guy approached me and tried to make conversation, and I…” His slender hand ruffled the sleek hair. “I can’t even tell you what happened because nothing did. I just wanted to get away from him and back to you. So stupid.”

Pup…

I slipped an arm around his neck and stopped him. Taking hold of his chin, I brought his face around and nudged his mouth on mine.

“If you call yourself stupid one more time Daddy won’t be happy, pup.”

Rhys gasped into the kiss.

“I’m here, pup.” I stroked the stubble on his neck. “Now let me feed you. You need it after last night.”

“Yeah, I do. You wore me out, Daddy,” he breathed and bit his lip.

“Cheek looks good on you. Come on.” We kept walking, and I let my hand trail down to his arse, squeezing him.

Being all bundled up and strolling down the streets of Inverness as lazy snowflakes drifted down from the steel grey skies with him on my arm made me wish this day would never end.

Rhys’ face was rosy and flushed when we arrived at a small cafe.

“Oh, look! They have Wild Bull Roast. It’s a roasting company from Kirkmuir. I buy my coffee from there. Let’s go in, you won’t regret it.” He gave me a wide smile.

“Well, you are here with me. Of course I won’t regret it.”

At my words his cheeks turned even more pink. “Gods, you’re so sweet, Daddy.” He beamed at me.

He is radiant.

It wasn’t just me who thought that. He drew the eyes of plenty of others in the room. But—my chest puffed with pride—Rhys only had eyes for me.

We chose a table in a corner and got coffee and scrumptious cupcakes with thick, sugary icing.

“Oh my goodness, I’ll have a sugar rush from these.”

I took hold of his hand and sucked his index finger into my mouth to clean it. “Mm, me too.”

He gasped my name but made no attempt to free himself. “Or maybe you’ll give me one, Mr Bell.”

“I would love to give you one right here at the table,” I murmured and let him go. PDA were all fine but exhibitionism had never enticed me.

He didn’t take his hand away but ran it through my beard and cupped my cheek. Rhys leaned in, his sugar-sweet lips finding mine in a kiss.

Give me all the PDAs.

The longer we sat tucked away in our corner, the more he relaxed.

“You live in Kirkmuir, don’t you? I remember the sticker on your car.”

His left eyebrow rose to an elegant arch. Like a bird’s wing.

“Perceptive, Mr Bell.”

“Or maybe just smitten with the car’s owner.”