nail polish bright and glittery in the light as he swayed against me to the music. His eyes stared up at me, so sweet and submissive, like I was the only man in the room. He licked his bottom lip, smudging the pink lipstick he wore. He rubbed his face against my naked chest, the eye shadow I’d applied to his face earlier in the night leaving a small mark against my skin—marking me as his for all to see.
He was drenched in my favorite color, a bright light in a sea of black and white and red.
My thumb grazed the head of my cock as a bead of precum leaked from my tip.
The stranger looked up, his gaze meeting mine as if sensing my intense perusal. He licked his lips as he turned toward me, his eyes journeying down my body to smirk at the hand I stroked my cock with. He lifted a hand and beckoned me with a finger as he gave me a come-hither smile. He was ready and willing and my cock was hard, but it wasn’t for him.
If Miller hadn’t stormed into my life like a hurricane, I might have been willing to take him up on his offer of a dance and maybe more, but he had, and I was hooked. I looked him up and down with appreciation, acknowledging the alluring man he was in his own right without images of Miller clouding my brain. With a knowing wink and a regretful shake of my head, I dropped my hand and turned away.
I wanted Miller, not a man who didn’t deserve to be thought of as a pale substitute.
Pushing up off the bar, I turned away from the dance floor toward the private rooms. The playroom was calling my name. As a Daddy, there was nothing like the sweet presence of the littles to soothe my jagged edges.
I slipped into the playroom and surveyed the area. Jason was on the far side of the room on his belly with his feet kicking in the air as he colored. Billy was showing off his new toy car to Lizzy while Bea napped on one of the beanbag chairs in the reading corner, an open book resting on her chest.
I snagged a spare blanket from the aftercare station and approached the sleeping little.
“Shh,” Billy whispered, lifting a finger to his lips. “Bea's sleeping.”
“I see that,” I replied as I gently lifted the book from her chest and returned it to the shelf. I unfolded the blanket and draped it over her form.
I smiled at the cute little noise she made as she clutched the blanket and rolled to her side. I felt a weight against my leg and looked down to see Billy sitting on the floor next to me, his head against my leg as he watched Bea protectively.
“Bea works too hard,” Billy whispered, a hint of his adult self making an appearance as worry colored his tone.
I rested my hand on his head, my fingers running through his hair as I offered him what comfort I could.
Billy was right, I thought as I eyed the dark circles under Bea’s eyes. “Then we should make sure she gets plenty of rest.”
Billy nodded. “I’ll watch out for her,” he declared, shuffling over to the beanbag chair next to hers. He grabbed a book from the shelf at random and opened it in his lap. I lifted my hand and covered my smile as he ignored the book to watch Bea sleep. His gaze was intense and protective, a hint of possessiveness shining through.
I stepped away from them, turning toward the empty couches in the adult’s area. I took a seat and sprawled out with a sigh. Soaking in the innocence around me, I found my gaze returning to the little boy watching over the sleeping girl. I smiled, seeing the crush Billy had on Bea for the first time. It was cute. I could easily imagine the two of them together, maybe with a Mommy or Daddy to watch over them both. Who knew what the future would hold for them?
It was one of the things I loved most about the club: the strange, random connections that formed and the relationships the blossomed under our roof. It was as if I could follow a person’s journey to love.
The loud music of the club entered the room as someone opened the door. Looking over the back of the couch, I lifted a hand and snagged