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“My favorite toy, if it helps.” I can’t see his smirk, but I know he’s smirking. “I’ll even let you come again tonight.”

His devilish fingers slide around my hole that’s still filled with his cock, which he refuses to move for some reason.

“Why do I get the impression that’s not gonna be for a while?”

“Because you’re smart.”

Then his lips cover mine, and he takes me under again. Okay, yeah, I’m his toy, his lover, his man, his pretty boy, and whatever the fuck else he wants me to be.

Chapter

Fourteen

Travis

I’m not much of a texter. Back in my day, smartphones didn’t exist. The internet didn’t exist. I get after my son for having his phone glued to him.

“But, Dad, I’m only talking to Stacey,” he’d say.

I couldn’t argue with that. Dash needs Stacey. But I’d tell him to put his phone away.

Point is, if I’m caught texting so damn much, it’s gonna be suspicious. And text a lot, I do. Dirk and I have been texting. Dirk loves texting. He seems happy with my taciturn responses so far. I’m also fucking smitten, and I check my phone constantly. I haven’t felt like this … ever. Even—unfortunately—when I met Dash’s mom. I cared about her, but Dash wasn’t planned. I don’t know that I would have planned to have children with her. I’m so fucking glad Dash came along, but if we had used protection—like we should have—it wouldn’t have happened.

Wait, does Dirk want children? I don’t know if I want any more. Fuck. Am I really thinking about children with Dirk already?

Slow down, Nolan. Let’s see if he still wants to be with an old guy like you in a few months.

For now, I’m having the time of my life.

Dirk

Trav, you sadistic bastard. I haven’t touched my dick in a week.

Me

And that’s a good thing. You don’t have permission.

Dirk

I laugh. Orgasm denial is fun.

Me

Maybe I don’t appreciate being called a sadistic bastard.

Dirk

Do you have a problem with the truth?

Oh, he’s sassy today. He must be suffering. And fuck, it turns me on so damn much. He’s also right. I am a sadistic bastard. I’m not actually mad with him saying so, but it’s a good source of funishment—the kind of punishment you give just for fun.

He sends a picture next. His pretty blue eyes. The ones he knows I’m a sucker for.

Me

Pulling out the big guns today, eh?

Dirk