Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,29
yard, catching lightnin’ bugs and puttin’ ‘em in a jar. I always let ‘em go after, but I loved having a jar full of stars for just a few minutes.”
My heart aches. He might think it sounds too quaint, but it sounds sort of idyllic to me. “Tell me more about your childhood,” I prompt, letting myself get lost in the sound of his voice as I wash the rest of his body.
When we’re finished, I help him out of the tub, dry him off, and then lead him back into the bedroom and pull a large t-shirt out of my own bag to hand to him. He pulls it over his head, and it engulfs his small frame, falling part of the way down his thighs. A satisfied sound rumbles in my throat.
“Time for bed, little rabbit.”
I don’t bother with any clothes, simply climbing into the bed and holding the covers open for my boy. As soon as he gets in, I drag him close, tucking him against my body and sighing with satisfaction.
“Night, Daddy,” he says around a yawn.
“Good night, Pretty Boy.”
Chapter 9
Sterling
Even waking up wrapped up in Barrett’s sturdy arms isn’t enough to convince me that last night was anything other than a wild fantasy I dreamed up while sweeping up the floor at Billow’s Tavern. The t-shirt he gave me is rucked up, leaving half of me completely bare, pressed against Barrett’s warm skin, his large, hairy thighs curled against me, his half-hard cock against my backside. Even half-hard he’s huge and thick.
I can’t believe I touched him and made him shake and moan for me. Just the memory of his face when he spilled in my hand is enough to make my cock hard. I squirm in his tight grasp, getting a little thrill at the feeling of him hardening against me. I feel so filthy, like some kind of sex fiend, but now that I know what it feels like to be touched by someone else, I think I could get addicted to it real easy.
That thought is as exciting as it is terrifying. I can’t get addicted to Barrett’s touch, because it’s not going to be forever, and I need to be careful to remember that. Nobody’s ever kept me, and I may not be the brightest, but I know enough to know that this man ain’t gonna be the one to change that streak.
He stirs and makes a sleepy sorta moan before pressing his face against the back of my neck. His hot breath fans out over my skin, raising goosebumps and making me shiver. I know he won’t keep me, but I think it’s okay if I pretend for a little while that he might. It won’t hurt nothing but my own heart, and I learned a long time ago that my heart can take a lot.
“Mmm, you feel good, Pretty Boy,” Barrett murmurs. I squirm again in his arms, my whole body reacting to the compliment. It feels amazing and wrong all at the same time. I want to drown in all the kind things he says to me even though I know they can’t be true. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say nothin’. Instead, I turn my head so I can see what he looks like when he’s waking up. Maybe seeing him with messy hair and sleep lines on his face will make him seem a tiny bit more human. I make a surprised sound when he catches my lips.
His mouth coaxes mine, but I keep my lips firmly closed.
“Something wrong, little rabbit?” he asks, nuzzling his nose against mine and pecking my lips again.
“Mornin’ breath,” I answer, and he chuckles.
“I don’t give a fuck about morning breath.” As if to prove his point, he kisses me again, harder and deeper, forcing my lips to part.
No matter how many times in my life I imagined what it would be like for someone to kiss me, it never came close to how it really feels. Barrett’s mouth doesn’t just move against mine, it commands mine, leading me in a dance that makes my already hard cock throb desperately. He shoves his tongue into my mouth and I gasp around it. He moves his hands, touching me everywhere—gently holding my throat, teasing my nipples until I moan into his mouth, along the curve of my ass, and finally between my legs.
“Daddy.” My pleading groan is muffled against his lips. Of course, my stomach chooses that