Page 83 of Worth the Wait

“I can find someone else,” Jack warned.

“Oh, settle down, Daddy. I’m just giving you a hard time. I’m honored you thought of me. Honest.” Verity’s voice indicated that was the actual truth. “I just want to make sure you’re thinking with the right head.”

“That’s very mid-century of you.”

“I’m fairly certain Callum will fuck you whether you’ve husbanded him or not,” Verity suggested.

“Of that, I have no doubt. Our relationship is more than that.”

“I believe you,” Verity responded, a hint of some subtle melancholy in their voice.

“You all right over there?”

Verity sniffed audibly.

“Don’t you worry about me, Daddy,” they added with a laugh.

“Do you want to talk?”

“Not when we’re talking about your big day.”

“Verity,” Jack wagered with worry in his voice.

“Settle. I’m fine,” Verity bit out.

“Alright, alright.”

“So, Monday at nine, at the spot you texted about. I really was just calling to confirm and check in.”

“I know you were. I’ll see you soon,” Jack said. “And, Verity. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Mr. Martin.”

The call disconnected. Jack lamented the shift in Verity’s demeanor over the past month. They’d always been so light, sort of like the dandelions on the duvet Callum had picked, always going with the flow and flying from place to place. Always happy. They seemed far more introspective lately, and Jack had little doubt that had to do with whatever they had going on with Aaron.

Jack’s phone buzzed again and he unlocked the screen to find a message from Callum. He swiped and a picture of Callum’s raging erection filled his view. Callum’s hand circled around the base, the slick and dripping tip clearly in view.

Me: You better leave that alone if you know what’s good for you.

Kitten: Or?

Me: Are you serious right now???????

Kitten: I was looking in my closet and I couldn’t stop thinking how good it felt to come inside you, Daddy. Don’t be mad. I made it for you.

Me: You put your dick away RIGHT NOW or I’ll lock it up in a cage until I decide you deserve to come again.

The next text was another picture of Callum’s cock, this time with his thumb pressed into his slit.

Me: When you get home, you go straight into the bedroom and you strip down. Lay yourself spread eagle on the bed and don’t even move until I come for you.

Kitten: Mmmmn, yes, Daddy.

Jack tossed his phone onto the bed with a shake of his head. Callum was fucking impetuous and Jack was certain he had no idea what he was in for once he got home.

Less than an hour later, the front door opened. Jack was in the bathroom shaving, and he listened to Callum come through the house. He hung something in the closet, then Jack heard the thumping sounds of his shoes and clothes landing on the floor. The new bed frame squeaked as Callum climbed on and spread himself out. Just like he’d been told.

Jack finished shaving and walked to the foot of the bed, bracing his hands over the cool iron swirls. Callum’s cock was hard and it looked painful, all bright red to dark purple, his balls small and tight against his body.