Learning to Trust - M.A. Innes Page 0,75
that wasn’t a good option either. He needed me to have an opinion if he was asking about it. Forcing my shoulders down and to relax as we walked, I thought about it. “Well, from what you said about Ray and Avery’s reactions, they wouldn’t mind exploring that with you.”
He gave a little shrug but also nodded, so it was clear he wasn’t sure what he was thinking. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Well, how did you feel when you were wearing the clothes?” His first foray into wearing more traditionally feminine clothing hadn’t particularly surprised me. Destin seemed to like the idea of being a cute, albeit kinky, housewife, so the dinner idea had been odd but logical.
He beamed. “Pretty.”
“Then I think you have your answer. There are several companies that sell lingerie and femininely styled clothing for men, so it shouldn’t be difficult to find something.” His questioning expression had me shrugging. “This is not the first time you’ve brought this subject up, so I added it to the list of things I needed to understand.”
He threw his arms around me, nearly shoving us to the ground. “You’re the best big brother ever.”
“If you break me, Morgan will be highly upset with you.” But I hugged him back before encouraging him to stand on his own again.
Destin was all smiles and giggles as he straightened and wiggled excitedly toward the restaurant that was finally in sight. “I can’t wait to show you what I find.”
Dear god, when had I agreed to that?
“Absolutely not.” My response was ignored as he chattered and bounced along, which didn’t surprise me. “Destin, if you think—”
He gave me a very fake, innocent expression as he paused. “What’s a better lunch discussion? Your relationship with Morgan and how you feel about it or should we browse the lingerie stores online and pick out something for me?”
He was trying to kill me for my life insurance money. That was the only reason he would do this to me.
It was going to be a long lunch.
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“Why do you look like you’ve run a marathon today?” Morgan looked up from where he’d been reading on the couch. “Class that rough?”
I shook my head, then dropped my things on the table before walking over to the couch and flopping down beside him. “Lunch with Destin.”
Morgan’s face cleared as he giggled and set his book down. “What happened?”
He didn’t seem particularly worried as he climbed across the couch, then straddled my lap to cuddle into me. “Was he mean to you?”
“Yes, I might need protection from the mean nut. He made me pick out lingerie for him while we were eating. I don’t think the busboy will ever recover.” That poor kid had nearly killed himself every time he’d walked past our table.
Which was quite a few times, now that I thought about it.
Morgan’s eyes widened. “Really?”
I nodded. “Yes, he wants to explore lingerie and more feminine clothing with Ray and Avery, and I got to help him pick it out because I’m the best big brother ever.”
My flat delivery and frustration had Morgan giggling again. “Aw, he does have the best big brother ever.”
Rolling my eyes, I wrapped my arms around him, pinning him against me. “Be careful how cheeky you are, naughty boy.”
A shiver raced through him as he inched closer, rocking his erection against me. “Yes, Daddy.”
Weeks ago when we’d first started rooming together, the action would’ve probably freaked me the fuck out, as Destin sometimes said, but now all I felt was amazement that I turned him on…and that he turned me on.
It was still a novel experience.
“Have you been good today?” Loosening my grip enough to run my hands down his back and cup his ass, I squeezed it knowing it would drive him crazy.
Just the vague hint that brought up memories of his previous spanking would make him needy and excited. “Yes, Daddy.”
He wasn’t little, he was too turned on for that, but I’d become Daddy more and more often lately. “Have you been doing your homework?”
There were other more wicked things he wanted me to ask about, but I walked through the daily tasks first because I was his Daddy.
“Yes. I was finishing up the last chapter I needed to read when you came in.” Morgan smiled eagerly as excitement built in him.
“Did you clean your room?” The mention of his chore had him blushing and nodding.
“Yes, I was good and I even vacuumed the living room since I had it out.” Morgan was