Secret Daddy - J.R. Gray Page 0,4
over my chin.
I was happy.
Happier than I’d been all year.
He was the best gift I never expected.
“Thank you,” I said as I started to come down.
“Thank you, my Prince.” He paused before going on. “I want to give you a gift. You’ve been so good to me. What can I do for you?”
“What kind of gift?” I asked, my voice shaky, not sure my body could take any more.
“Anything. Ask for what you want.”
“Take me home and hold me until I fall asleep, Daddy?” The words were automatic. Burned into my brain after so many nights alone wishing I’d asked.
He scooped me up as he stood.
“Daddy?” I questioned.
He didn’t answer. I didn’t ask again.
He set me on a hard surface. The desk? Maybe. He started replacing my clothes. Something he’d never done before. I was often left on my knees and told he’d see me next time.
“Daddy?”
“Shhhh.”
I didn’t dare speak. I didn’t want to displease him. He left me sitting, dressed for a few minutes. I had no idea what he was doing. Only his distinct footsteps reached me, echoing off the high ceilings.
He returned with a forehead kiss. The mask didn’t come off and he scooped me into his arms again. He carried me out and opened a car door slipping me in.
“Stay.” He left and came back a few moments later slipping into the front seat.
I must be in the back.
“I locked the library.”
“Thank you,” I muttered.
“Lay down. I don’t want to be arrested.” Did his voice sound familiar? It was different out of the library. Softer. But I couldn’t place it.
I did as he told me to.
I had no idea where he was taking me.
Fear ate at my throat but I stayed silent.
Two
AIDEN
I woke up sore and sated. The best I’d felt in a long time. The extended session more of a gift than anything I’d find under the tree this year. I rolled over to stretch out, not needing to open the library until much later so I planned to stay in bed. But my fingers brushed skin and my eyes popped open.
He was still in my bed.
And worse—
Or better—
I knew him.
“Jensen?” I whispered.
Jensen. Fuck.
I pushed away, sliding out of the bed. No fucking clue where I was going but I had to get away. It felt so fucking wrong.
I bit my fist so I didn’t make a sound. I backed over the floorboards and stumbled, landing hard on my sore ass. I’d lived here my entire childhood and couldn’t make it out of my room without tripping over something. I bit my fist harder, holding back the cry wanting to slip from my lips, eyes fixed on his.
Maybe he’d stay asleep and I could flee my own house.
Smart, Aiden. Real smart. Leave the guy in your house and go someplace else. But I didn’t have the balls to kick out my brother’s best friend. My brother’s childhood best friend. I’d had a crush on him as long as I could remember. Four years older and the hottest guy I’d ever seen.
And he’d spent the better part of the last six months beating my ass in secret. Fucking me until I cried. I hadn’t even realized. Had I been so lost in the fantasy of it all? I wanted to dig myself into a hole and die.
His eyes fluttered open and he stared right at me, raising that damn brow of his. “Oh shit.”
Oh shit, was right. Fuck my entire life.
“I’m sorry.” Why the fuck was I apologizing? I tried to get to my feet again and tripped because I could not catch a fucking break.
He was out of bed in a leap, and fuck me, he looked better naked than I’d ever expected and I’d imagined it a lot in high school. I tried not to look but it was futile. He was there with his fantastic abs and massive cock trying to help me to my feet. I needed to block it out. I shoved indiscriminately, trying to get out of the vicinity of his naked body before I had some sort of spontaneous orgasm. He grabbed me by both biceps and hauled me to my feet.
“Can you stop freaking out for a minute?” Jensen demanded.
“Probably no.” Just being honest. Zero chance I would stop freaking out.
“Aiden. It’s me. Please calm down.”
“I know who you are. Can you stop touching me?”
He released me like I’d said a safe word. Not that we had one. I picked up the sheet he’d knocked to the ground