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SAWYER

Was that feeling in my belly—the one that made me want to head back to his apartment complex and check on the boy—what hope felt like? Was this why people were into bratty subs? I never saw the appeal before, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to at least see him again.

He’d flirted enough to make his interest known, but I just grumbled complaints the whole time. Did I even confirm that I was gay? I didn’t think I did.

Honestly, he probably hated me for not just accepting his apology at the park and walking away. I could have left him there and his friend could have picked him up. But I wanted to be there for him. I felt responsible for him from the moment he crashed into me.

Merely thinking about spending more time with Johnny felt better than physically being with someone ever did in the past. It was getting easier to imagine a life with a rowdy boy who needed constant supervision by a cautious Daddy.

After spending several hours with Johnny, being alone in my house felt lonelier than usual. Most of the time, I loved having my own space. But picturing Johnny sprawled on the floor watching TV or doodling was oddly appealing.

The way Johnny leaned into me and I held him tight indicated something I was slow to acknowledge but now couldn’t ignore.

I was into him. And I was fairly sure he was into me.

In just the hour since we’d said goodbye, I missed him, and that scared the hell out of me. I never missed guys, and certainly not one I’d just met. We were barely acquaintances.

There were so many signs that the chemistry was right between us. All I had to do was accept them. That was the hard part. I didn’t always follow my gut the way I should. No matter how loud the voice in my head was telling me to just go for it with Johnny, there was an even more insistent voice telling me I couldn’t handle a wild child like him. And that voice was probably the smarter of the two.

But then I remembered the look he gave me when I helped him get settled in the car, and my heart sped up as my dick thickened. I could almost feel his small frame curled around me while I carried him like he was mine.

My body was too wound up to sleep, so I kicked off my shoes and headed to the shower. The hot water did nothing to relax me, so I let my thoughts wander to the places I’d avoided all evening. Johnny’d mischievous eyes and that smirk on his mouth that made me want to spank him and kiss him in equal measure. Would he like to be spanked? A boy with a reckless side a mile long. Yeah, that boy needed a good spanking. And some cuddles after.

The water hit my skin and rolled down as I closed my eyes and pictured him there. He’d be so sweet and attentive. So willing to touch and be touched. I could almost feel his weight against me, begging me to pull him close and never let him go. My fist wrapped around my cock for the first time in months and I just went for it, stroking my length with Johnny’s sweet smile and longing glances at the forefront of my mind. Imagining him calling out to me—calling me Daddy for real and not to get a reaction—pushed me over the edge.

As I painted the wall of my shower with strings of my release, I knew I couldn’t just forget about the boy.

Pretending I was content to be alone had worked in the past, but maybe it only worked because I was waiting for the right person to find me. The right boy to literally crash right into me.

The image of a life with him solidified, and I could see it so clearly. My hand in his hair, his head on my chest. He was who I’d been waiting for all along.