Page 4 of Lakeside Little (Pineberry Falls: Summer Daddies #2)

Finding Jack was in a way finding myself, it distracted me from the stress of being unemployed and not being able to catch a single fish without a little guidance, and usually, I was the one offering the guidance.

It was all upside down; I should’ve been the one demonstrating my skills and showing off.

Before leaving town, we headed to the grocery store.

I would’ve completely forgetting we needed to head there, and another way my head wasn’t screwed on properly right now.

I was too distracted by the sweet lifeform in front of me, and I still couldn’t put my finger on him.

Was he a little? Or did he just play with dolls because it was his job?

Once we got back to the cabins, I fixed the broken parts of the doll house easily with a little wood glue and sanding down some edges so parts could slot into the areas set out for them.

This was my calling, maybe not fixing doll houses, but definitely fixing things, making things, but having my hands work with wood.

“You’re gonna need buckets of that moisturizing stuff,” Jack said, laying out plastic bags on the floor before dragging the doll house closer. “You wanna help me paint?” he asked. “You’re pretty quiet.”

“I might as well just come out with my questions,” I said, clearing my throat. “You’re gay, right?”

He burst into laughter. “Yeah, I thought that part was obvious, but if not then I need to work harder on it.” He snorted, head back as he giggled.

“Not the only question I had,” I said with a big smile. “The dolls and stuff, is that something you do as a—” Words bloated in my throat, unable to neither swallow them or spit them out. “As a—you know, a—”

Jack shook his head, looking at me with his big eyes. “You’re gonna have to be a bit more descriptive. ‘Cause I don’t know what you mean.”

“Maybe the terminology has changed since I was in any scene, but a little, you know, a submissive,” I said.

Watching his face, there was an uncertainty painted across his lips and eyes, both pinched.

“I mean, that’s also been pretty obvious, hasn’t it,” he said.

“Yeah, I like to age play. If that makes you feel uncomfortable, then you don’t have to help me paint, or whatever, I wasn’t like hitting on you or anything.

” He scoffed, but his face went red, unsure of what that meant with the words he was saying.

I shook my head. “I’m not saying this as an attack,” I said. “I’m just curious, because it’s been a while, and if you weren’t hitting on me, that’s fine, I’m pretty awful at reading cues anyway. I come from a family where everyone is always emotionally charged, so, I kinda avoid it.”

“Are you gay?” he asked in the midst of me now unable to stop talking. He stepped closer to me.

“I mean, I’m—”

“It’s just the two of us, you know you can say, right?”

I nodded. “I am gay, but I—”

He reached out and took my hand, his softness stroking at the palm of my hand. “I get it,” he said, gently tapping away at on palm. “It’s difficult to say stuff that the world has tried to ban people from being. It’s why pride is important, it’s why I love being unapologetically me. It’s why—”

Reaching out, I placed a hand at his chin and cheek and within moments, our faces were together, and his lips were on mine.

It was warm, sweet, and I was not prepared for all of it.

My intentions weren’t to be here for this, they were here to be alone, to recoup, and collect myself before I was forced back into the world.

“I’ll get you a ChapStick as well,” he said.

“Is it that bad?” I asked, licking my lips.

He giggled.

We sat down together in front of the doll house and painted as we got to know each other a little better.

I was admitting things I hadn’t even fully been able to admit to myself, I’d claimed to be bisexual, and push the narrative it was a stepping stone to being gay, which is why I never fully came out, even though I’d never been with a single woman in my entire life, I even skipped my own prom so that I didn’t have to go alone or be force to dance with girls.

Jack asked questions that felt freeing to my soul. I was jealous of it, his freedom, and ability to live with so much love in his heart. A love I’d cut myself off from, a global celebration, the pride parties and event, it had all evaded me.

It wasn’t until hours later that we realized just how much time had passed. And it was just as the topic broached onto my experience with submissives and littles, especially since I’d mentioned them.

“Way back, like when I was twenty-five, so—”

“Like last year?” he giggled, it was a tease.

“Like twenty years ago, actually.”

“So, you’re forty-five then?”

“Yes, exactly. And I’m unemployed. I’m not a catch.”

He rolled his eyes. “I think everyone else can make their mind up on who or what is or isn’t a catch, and since I’m the one who put most of the effort into the fishing earlier, I know a catch when I see one.

” His eyes unbreaking from their focus on me.

I knew he was talking about me, to me, but it didn’t go in.

“Well, my experience with littles and submissives are down to what I know from pen pals,” I said.

“I was to write to this guy who played, maybe not quite so openly as you do with your dolls, but he played and one of the things he asked of me as a Daddy or Dominant was to give him structure and reward him or punish him.”

Jack looked away, fidgeting. “Well, what punishments and rewards did you give him?”

Screwing my eyes shut for a second, I could just about recall what it was.

“So, it was long distance, right. We met once or twice and was more immersive, you know, but for the time we were writing to each other, I would punish him with—” I cleared my throat.

“ Cock cages if he’d stayed up too late or his letter took too long to arrive, and I gave him my underwear through the post as reward, but also just permission for him to pleasure himself. ”

“Kinda sounds hot,” he whispered.

I’d already learned Jack was single, and from the kiss, he was clearly open to pursue some form of romantic relationship with me, even if it was something for the duration of my rental here by the lake.

This was the universe’s way of telling me to quit wallowing.

It was the universe, putting Jack in my path and saying I had to stop denying myself love, even temporary love.

“My style of play is dolls, but my experience with Daddies is minimal,” he added. “It’s something I’ve wanted to play around with, but I also really don’t like being told what to do by anyone.”

“And what if your dolls tell you to do something?” I asked.

He gestured with a hand to the dolls scattered around the cabin.

“Some of them have their guest roles cut on the show,” he said.

“And others, I do this whole full character assassination of. You should ask Fiona, she’s not here, but she was this gorgeous redhead who was not getting along with the others, to the point I was sure she would snatch all their wigs. ”

Fuck, the way he spoke, and delivered the words had a pit of bubbles whoosh around in my stomach. I was crushing hard on him, and that was strange. At my age, to feel this immense crush like I was back in high school staring holes into the football players who were just ramming into each other.

“Fiona is in prison now,” he said, bringing me back to focusing on him.

“What?”

He nodded. “Yep. I bought one of those western action hero toy sets and they came with a prison cell, so that’s where she currently is.”

I reached out for his hand, fireworks from just touching his skin. It should’ve been illegal for this concealed firework display happening in my mind, going right up from my stomach, passing the heart and sending out all the colors behind my eyes.

“It was a whole story,” he said, taking his phone with his freehand to show me.

“The storyline was about how she lost her business, committed insurance fraud, and then ended up in prison. I know, she didn’t know that Nory was going to be coming onto the scene at that point.

She was the one who figured it all out.”

“I think I’m obsessed with how your beautiful brain works,” I said, my thoughts were words, and I hadn’t meant for them to come out so loud, yet here they were, right in his face for him to turn red.

“Thank you. But if you weren’t here, I would’ve had a bit of a melt down because I cannot believe I broke the house they’re supposed to be staying in,” he said, pressing the back of his hand to the wood. “I think it’s dry now.”

I hadn’t wanted to break the moment we were having, but it was probably best we continue to finish the doll house before we got too carried away with the vibe, I felt myself catching from him, it was intoxicating in the best possible way, and I desperately wanted more of it.

“I want to kiss you,” he finally said.

“Ok.”

“Like, ok, yes, we should kiss, or like, ok, I’m going to go now.”

“Like, ok, kiss me then.”

Jack pounced on me, wrestling me back against the floor of the cabin where our tongues fought each other with impassioned kisses. Each time his tongue flickered against mine, I was pulled into craning my neck and chin, trying to meet him with his playfulness.

We stopped and Jack wiped my mouth. “Check,” he said.

“Check?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows. “I’m no mind reader now. You’ve got to be a little bit more out there with your words.”

“As in, check ,” he gestured ticking on a list. “I think all that’s left to see is whether or not you still have that Daddy in you.”

“You know, I’m sure I can find that side again,” I told him, pushing back to a seated position with him at my side. “I think this is exactly what I needed.”

He nodded. “Well, Daddy, if you want to play, I’m ready to play.”

I brushed the back of my hand against his soft cheek, a breath escaping from my mouth, creating a slight moan. “You’re gonna have to be patient with me,” I said. “This is still new for me, but if you’re looking for someone to be a hand that tames and takes care of you, well, I can absolutely try.”

Biting his lower lip, his pupils grew wider as he stared at me. “Yes, Daddy.”

It was all I’d needed to hear. I hadn’t been called it in so long, it felt strange on my ears, sending a trickle down my back, forcing my spine straight as I shivered. “Good boy,” I replied. “Is that what you want to hear?”

Jack’s chest lowered slightly, lower than mine. A sign of submission, I wondered, tilting my head to side and staring at him. “Whenever you want to play, I’m ready.”

My back cracked slightly, forcing out another whine. That bed I’d been sleeping on had truly done a number to me. I’d forgotten about the days where I could’ve slept on the floor and been absolutely fine with the result, but now my body was in shreds from not being on the softest mattress.

“I’m good with my hands,” he said, showing me, the little black dots of paint covering his fingertips. “I can massage you, you know, to help get the ball rolling.”

“It would help,” I said, gesturing to the side that was in slight pain. “And I’ll reward you with dinner.”

He giggled in a much more playful tone now.

“That was already the plan,” he said, and the moment his soft hands were on my skin, I melted under them.

“You’ll have to reward me in another way, but that’s ok, because I have ideas.

” His words grew softer, raspier as he whispered them in my ear and gently nibbled on my lobe.

All I could do was moan, it wasn’t expected. He’d taken me completely by surprise, in the best possible way.