Page 9 of Would You Hold It Against Me: An MMM Age Play Daddy Romance (Blue Collar Daddies in the City Book 6)

FINN

After checking on Dylan one last time, we put his phone on the charger and exchanged numbers before Cayson and I slipped out of his apartment. Feeling bold, I added my number to Dylan’s phone as Sir Daddy Finn and to Cayson’s as Sir Finn.

Cayson one-upped me by just putting his name in as Daddy without any other identifier. Like I didn’t need one. And really, I didn’t. He wasn’t my Daddy, but he was now the only person I thought of when I saw the name.

I hadn’t even called my own dad that since I was ten, so there was no chance of confusion.

If it bothered me, I could have changed it. But it was actually kinda hot, so I was happy to see his nickname flash on my screen on Saturday morning.

Cayson, apparently, had quite a sense of humor. Morning, boys. How’s everyone feeling today?

I smirked and considered how to respond. In the end, I behaved. Feeling good. How are you? You got home okay?

Dylan’s name appeared in the thread, and my heart started beating faster. Hi.

Little response bubbles popped up, and I knew they had to be from Cayson. Good. He would have a better response to the boy than I would. I was still a little bit unsure how to speak to him without being intimidating or gruff.

Daddy Cayson to the rescue. Hey, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?

Actually, yeah. He paused but then sent another quick response. Better than I have in ages, and I didn’t even need to get drunk first.

Well, shit. I knew how to respond to that. Do you need anything today, Dylan? I can swing by.

Thank you, Finn. Um, Sir Daddy.He sent a smiley face. I’m fine for now. I’ll get some food later.

Speaking of food. Cayson jumped in, always in Daddy mode. How about you both stop by the pizzeria this afternoon? Maybe 3 or 4? I’ll make your favorites.

That actually sounded pretty good. I love pizza. What about you, Dylan? You want to join us for pizza later? I can pick you up at 3.

Dylan responded instantly. Are you sure that’s okay?

Of course it’s okay.Cayson was first to respond, so I sat back and enjoyed imagining the smile on his face. Let us Daddy you a little more, sweetheart.

I liked picturing the smile on Dylan’s face too. I hadn’t seen it nearly enough and hoped we could remedy that ASAP. Okay. I like pizza.

I took a chance, hoping he was okay with me being bold. I’ll be there at 3, baby.

His only response was a blushing smiley. Perfect. That was the way I wanted him. With pink skin and an obedient attitude.

For the next few hours, I researched everything I could find about the Daddy Dom/little boy dynamic. I’d always been naturally dominant and attracted to submissive types, but Cayson and Dylan were actually involved in the kink community, so I needed to step up my game. If whatever was happening between us continued to evolve as I hoped it would, I needed a better understanding of what it all meant.

I stalled for as long as I could, but I was knocking on Dylan’s door at exactly two fifty-eight.

The sound of him shuffling to the door was obvious, but he paused for a moment before releasing the deadbolt and opening it up. Good boy. I hoped that meant he was careful about checking to see who was visiting before letting just anybody inside.

Dylan opened the door and smiled.

He looked much the same as he did the night before, but in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that could have been his since high school. But since high school wasn’t that long ago for him, not more than six or seven years, that wasn’t a surprise.

“Hi.” He seemed suddenly bashful as he glanced at me from below long lashes.

“Hey there.” I held out my arms in front of him. “Can I get a hug?”

He exhaled as if that was the invitation he’d been waiting for and walked straight into my chest. Dylan sighed softly as he pressed his cheek against my neck and held on. “Thank you for picking me up.”

“Of course, baby.” I kissed the top of his head and ran my fingers through his hair, wanting to have as much contact with him as possible despite being practically a stranger. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah.” He nodded and pulled out of my arms before placing his hand over his belly. “And I’m starving.”

“Me too.” I stepped back through the doorway and waited for him to grab his keys and join me.

As he locked the deadbolt from the outside, he glanced at me. “Do you want to drive?”

“Yeah, I’m right out front.” My hand naturally landed on his lower back as I guided him toward my car.

Dylan may or may not have noticed, but his body inched closer to mine, and by the time we got to the car, he was leaning against my side as if he needed me to hold him up. He didn’t seem to be regressed at all, so his affection felt more genuine than I expected.

And that felt fucking good.

I opened up the passenger door and waited for him to climb inside. “You all set?”

He reached for his seatbelt as he grinned at me. “Yeah, I got it.”

Once he was secured, I closed the door and went around to my side.

I knew exactly where Cayson’s pizza place was. I’d even been there a few times over the years, though not since he’d taken ownership from his dad.

Papa Rossi was a good man, and I was sad to learn that he had passed. But Cayson was clearly a good man too and seemed to be committed to carrying on his family’s legacy.