Page 7 of Tantrum Interrupted (Blue Collar Daddies in the City #10)

HUNTER

The first thing I noticed was the mass of Roman underneath me. I’d never shared a bed with anyone, but I liked the way the sheets were pulled tight over my backside and my front side was smashed against a big, strong Daddy.

My big, strong Daddy.

Okay, I was still trying to accept that Roman was truly interested in me…

Both as the me he met at the photoshoot and the Little I’d hinted at being.

But he hadn’t really experienced me fully regressed.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure I’d ever truly regressed.

Maybe I never would…but I hoped that if it did happen, Roman would still be around and interested in being there for me.

A thin strip of light was peeking through the curtain and hitting the opposite wall in the wrong spot. It was way too early to be awake.

Unfortunately, my bladder didn’t agree. Or my empty stomach. Or my dry-ass throat. Dammit.

I didn’t ever want to get off Roman, but I had no choice.

He was softly snoring as I rolled onto my side, careful not to wake him. I stood up but couldn’t feel my left foot, which was totally his fault for making me sleep so hard and comfortably on his body.

But I didn’t mind at all.

As I tiptoed to the bathroom, the cool air reminded me that I was completely naked.

Would it be weird in the light of day? Maybe.

I took a piss then splashed some water on my face and gargled with mouthwash.

I checked my reflection and cringed at the crazy bedhead, but in the twenty-four hours that Roman had known me, he’d seen me look even worse.

I shuffled back to the bedroom and saw that Roman was awake and watching me.

“Good morning.” He swiped his hand down his face and leaned up on his elbow.

“Um, morning.” I just stood there, suddenly self-conscious of my nudity, so I grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor and slipped them on. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Like a rock.” He stretched his arms high over his head and yawned. “You?”

A thousand possible answers came to mind, all equally mortifying. “Yeah. Like a rock too, I guess.”

He chuckled then threw back the covers to get up. I didn’t remember him slipping out of all his clothes except his boxers, so I took a moment to just admire his thick muscles. He looked damn good.

I could have stared at him for hours, but the moment was broken by the loud growl of my stomach. Instinctively, I pressed my hand to my belly as if that would stop it from embarrassing me. “Sorry.”

“You need to stop apologizing for things you don’t need to apologize for.” He got dressed and then slipped past me to go to the bathroom. “Can I use some of this mouthwash?”

“Yeah, of course.” I sat in my desk chair and spun around for something to do. “There are extra toothbrushes in the bottom drawer. My dentist sends me home with one every time I see him.”

The drawer opened and closed, and the water turned on while I checked my phone to see if Percy had been trying to reach me. No messages. At least, none that mattered.

Roman appeared beside me and ran his fingers through my hair. “Did you brush your teeth, sweetheart?”

I cocked my head and looked at him from under my lashes. “I gargled.”

He made a face and shook his head. “Go brush those pearly whites and I’ll start breakfast. You like pancakes?”

“I have to brush in order to get pancakes?” He really did sound like a Daddy.

“I’ll feed you no matter what, but it’s important to keep your teeth clean and your gums healthy.”

“Fine. And yes, I love pancakes. There’s mix in the pantry and pans to the left of the dishwasher.”

He grinned and pulled me to my feet. As soon as I was close enough, he kissed my mouth. Hard and deep and with enough passion, my knees were shaky when he stepped back. “That’s a proper good-morning.” He stepped to the side and gave my backside a swat. “Now go brush and then meet me in the kitchen.

“Tease…” I pouted but went back to the bathroom. Not just because he told me to but because I wanted a clean mouth if he was gonna kiss me like that again. And I really wanted him to kiss me like that again.

“What was that, boy?”

I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Nothing, Daddy.”

It only took me a few minutes to get upstairs, but by the time I joined him, Roman had butter sizzling in a skillet and he was mixing Bisquick like a short order cook. Watching his big hand folded around the whisk made my dick take as much notice as my heart did.

He was cooking for me. Taking care of me.

Roman hummed under his breath and worked efficiently to get the batter in the pan and banana chopped up.

The kitchen immediately started to smell yummy, and my stomach flipped in anticipation. “Mmm, that looks so good.”

“It’s not fancy, but it’s easy and delicious.”

After flipping the first two cakes, he put the spatula down and held his arms open for me to step into. “Is everything okay, Hunter?”

I stiffened for a second, then let myself lean into his strong frame. “I’m just afraid that you’re too good to be true.”

“I’m neither too good nor untrue…” Roman chuckled, and his breath tickled my neck. “But I agree that this is pretty fucking amazing.”

“So fucking amazing.” I sighed and wrapped my arms around him until he had to shift me a bit so he could remove the cooked pancakes and pour the next ones.

Once he was out of batter, Roman put the pile of pancakes and bowl of bananas in the center of the island bar and then poured us each a glass of orange juice. We both sat down and dug in. Roman drenched his stack in syrup and then held up the bottle for me.

I nodded, and he gave me just as much and then poured most of the bananas on my plate. “Thanks, Daddy.” I spoke quietly as if I didn’t want anyone to hear us, but I was certain Mom wasn’t home yet.

She was in her mid-life partying stage, and she deserved to have a little fun.

Roman placed his hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze. “You wanna talk about last night?”

I tried to laugh it off, but the question burrowed under my skin. “What’s there to talk about?”

He set down his fork and twisted on the stool, caging me in between his knees. “What do you like about being Little? What does it mean for you?”

I poked at my pancakes, unsure how to answer that. “I don’t know. I like…not having to be an adult for a while.” I closed my eyes tightly. “It’s dumb, right?”

Roman pulled me to his chest and kissed the top of my head like this was all perfectly normal. “Not at all. I want to know everything so I can be what you need. Or, at least, try to be. But if I don’t know, I can’t be there for you.”

“Yeah, but it’s weird and—” I stopped myself before I said something he might not like.

But Roman just waited me out. “And what?”

I bit my lip and said it all in a single breath.

“And silly…but being Little is like escaping all the stress and responsibility I’ve created.

I love what I do, and I make a shit-ton of money for just playing games…

but when the world isn’t watching me or expecting anything from me, I just want to be pampered.

Like, literally…in diapers. And you keep teasing me about spanking me, but I want to feel that so bad.

I want to know you care enough to not want me to disappoint you or break your rules and you’ll?—”

He raised his brow and smiled, silently encouraging me to continue.

“Make me,” I muttered. “You’ll make me be good by rewarding me when I am and…punishing me when I’m not.”

Roman smiled, but softer this time. “Did you have a lot of discipline when you were growing up?”

I studied his face and shook my head. “Mom worked a lot…and then felt guilty and just wanted to be my friend.”

“I want to be your friend…and your Daddy.” He reached for my hand and held it between his big palms. “It’s too soon to make any promises, but I’m willing to give this a real chance if you are.”

My insides did an Olympic-worthy floor routine. “I am. I promise I am.”

He smiled. “Okay, then. That means we’ll be honest with each other about what we need and what we want. And I’ll make sure you know how much I care by my actions, not just my words.”

My vision was a bit blurry, so I just nodded, unable to trust myself to speak.

“So tell me what you want from me? Other than honesty.”

He turned toward the window and thought for a moment.

“Honesty is number one, but I also need you to trust me with all the things you want and need. Even the embarrassing stuff.” He tapped my nose.

“You can’t wait for me to ask you how you feel or what you need.

I need to trust that you’ll share everything with me, whether it’s good or bad.

And in return, I promise to enforce boundaries and the rules we set up so you’re never unsure of how I feel. ”

“How do you feel right now?” I swallowed and braced for his answer.

“Happy. Excited. Horny.” Roman chuckled and ran his hand through my hair. “I like you, Hunter. A lot. I want to explore with you, if you want that too.”

“I do.”

Before things got too sappy or heated, I heard the front door rattle, and my stomach dropped to my feet. “My mom’s home.”

Roman just turned in his chair and waited for the clatter of her keys to hit the table and the jangle of bracelets.

Then my mom appeared in the kitchen with wild hair and a travel mug in one hand. She stopped in her tracks when she saw us both there. “Oh, good morning.”

“Morning, Ms. Hayes. Would you like some pancakes?” Roman didn’t seem the least bit concerned about seeing my mom when I was practically naked.

Making an effort to do the trust thing he’d just mentioned, I followed his lead. “They’re really good with bananas.”

“Sure! I’m surprised you didn’t eat them all in your, ah, afterglow…” She winked as she reached around me and grabbed a cake from the top of the pile. She folded it like a taco and took a bite. “Mmm, and he can cook. He’s a keeper, Hunt.”

“Mom!” I yelped, my face molten red.

Roman just grinned. “I’m not sure my pancakes will win him over, but I’ll keep working on him.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Oh, I’m won over. No doubt about that.”

Mom grabbed another pancake and then leaned close to my ear. She tried to whisper but did a terrible job of it. “He’s hot. Don’t blow it.” Then she darted out of the room before I could even think of a response.

Roman was shaking with silent laughter. “I see where you get it from.”

“She’s the reason I’m always embarrassed." I huffed it out without any real heat. Though, it wasn’t a lie. She’d been teasing me for my whole life. Not in a bad way, but it did get old.

An alarm on Roman’s phone went off, and he grimaced. “I don’t want to leave, but I’ve got a wedding shoot in a few hours.” He pulled me into his arms and held me close. “Do you have plans for today?”

I shrugged. “Probably just some videos. If I can get a few hours recorded, I’ll be good for a few days.”

“Good idea.” He kissed my lips but kept it chaste. “Will you text me if you need anything or just want to say hi?”

I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” I kept my voice low to make sure Mom didn’t hear me. She might be okay with it, but she might be weirded out. But she didn’t need to know about my private life. Not like that, anyway. “But will you come over again tonight?”

“I will.” He held my gaze, and the corner of his mouth quirked up. “Or, if you want to see my place, I can pick you up and we can have a sleepover there.”

“Yes!” A thousand times yes.

He pulled away and grinned as his hands slipped down to squeeze my ass. “Behave, sweet boy.” He winked and took a step back. “Or be ready for the consequences.”

I didn’t have a lot of rules, but I was pretty sure I could figure out a way to break the few we did have so I could earn myself a spanking. Maybe I wouldn’t like it… But I needed to feel the care he said he was starting to feel for me.

If not tonight…soon.