Learning to Trust - M.A. Innes Page 0,41
to escape, I hurried over and sat down beside him. The relief to my anxiety was immediate as he shifted on the couch, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close.
When I was nearly on his lap with my head against his shoulder, he started the show. “Is that better?”
“Yes, thank you.” The arm that was wrapped around me tightened, sending a warm feeling flowing through me.
“I take my role as your Daddy very seriously, but I didn’t have a warm role model to base my actions off of. You’re going to need to tell me when I’m missing something.” The casual way he dismissed his own father didn’t really seem to indicate he wanted to discuss it, so I relaxed against him and nodded.
“I will.” I tried to figure out how to explain it. “I worry that things will…that you’ll take what I’m saying wrong or that I’ll upset you.”
I felt him nod, but then he surprised me by pausing his show. “Is this something that’s always been a part of you or is this about your previous roommate? I know sometimes when thing happen it’s—”
I jumped in. “Both probably, but you don’t have to worry. I’ve been talking to someone since the roommate issue thing. Actually, the school is paying for a therapist for me. I just like you a lot and I don’t want to fuck this up.”
He made a low, disappointed sound. “No cursing. But yes, I can understand that. I would hate to hurt you as well.”
I had a feeling that wasn’t meant as casually as it sounded.
Draping an arm over his chest, I shifted so I could hug him. “We’re just going to make sure we communicate a lot.”
“Yes.” He hugged me back, shifting so I could curl up against his chest with my legs stretched down the couch. “Now let’s watch this before it gets too late and I have to tuck you in.”
He was going to tuck me in?
That one sentence made it almost impossible to stay focused as the show played. When it was finally over and he decided it was time for me to get ready for bed, it still hadn’t cleared from my head.
As I got off the couch, I decided that I’d practice communicating like we’d said we would. “What did you mean by the tucking-me-in comment?”
He cocked his head. “Is that what you were thinking about?”
“Yes.” I felt myself shifting guiltily. “I wasn’t hiding what I was thinking. I just hadn’t figured out if I was going to ask or not.”
He chuckled. “That is a very convoluted way of admitting you were hiding something from your Daddy.”
Not exactly…maybe?
“Um, maybe? But what did you mean?” Shoving my hands in my pockets to keep from fidgeting, I had a sudden pull to go find my binkie.
“I’ve been thinking about different ways to start incorporating my role into your schedule.” As he stood, he gave me a teasing smirk. “You go get a shower and put your jammies on and I’ll show you.”
When I started to protest, he shook his head. “No, you have to wait. If you’d been a good boy and asked me your question like you said you would, I’d have told you right away. I think this is an apt punishment.”
Pouting, I nodded and headed to my room to grab my clothes. I might have dragged my feet to get my pajamas, but I hurried through my shower lightning fast. I even ignored my half-hard dick. I could take care of him another time—I wanted to see what Daddy had planned.
It felt like it’d taken forever to get dressed and brush my teeth, but it was probably just a handful of minutes before I rushed out of the bathroom. Before I could call out to see where he was, I heard him chuckling from the kitchen.
“Did you brush your teeth? That was the fastest shower in history.” He was leaning against the counter by the fridge as I came in. There was something behind his back, but I couldn’t see it.
“I’m clean and I brushed my teeth.” Giving him a big smile to show them off, I inched closer. “What’cha got?”
He was still smiling as he shook his head. “No, go finish getting ready for bed. Set your alarm and everything else you need to do. When you’re ready and have Barry, let me know.”
Sighing dramatically, I hurried to plug my phone in and to remember to do all the important grown-up things that needed