Legendary Daddy, Mia Monroe [romantic books to read .txt] 📗

“Hello?”

“Bentley?”

“Speaking.”

“This is Legend.”

“Fuck. Holy shit. Sorry. I thought it sounded like you, but… Wait, is this a prank?”

“Does anyone but me know that we met and I have your number?”

“Good point. It’s really you. Hi.”

I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Hi. How are you?”

“So much better now. You?”

“Decent. Um, are you busy?”

“No. Are you?”

“I called you.”

“Right.” He laughs. “God, I’m nervous.”

“Why?”

“Because…I never thought you’d call.”

“Are you happy I have?”

“Very.”

“Would you like to come over?”

“Oh my fucking—” I can hear him puffing out breaths like he’s in labor.

“Bentley?”

“Yep. Hold on.” I hear a bunch of muffled noise on the other end. “Hi. Um, yes. I definitely, yes. I’d like to come over.”

I hold back a chuckle. “Great. Tonight?”

“Tonight?” He squeaks. “Beautiful. Perfect.”

“Great. I’ll text my address.”

“Okay.”

“If you want to wear something similar to what you had on when we met, that would be cool.”

“I can accommodate.”

“Awesome. How about seven? We can eat, talk, and see what happens.”

“You’re feeding me too? You’re on.”

“I’m glad I called.”

“Same. See you tonight.”

“Yeah.”

After hanging up, I sit back in the chair, grinning. Bentley is a force of nature, and I like it. He might be just the thing to get me out of the rut I’m in.

After a shower and some general date prep, I tidy up my place. I change the sheets on my bed and clean the bathroom in case he stays. Living a ways out like I do, it can be a long drive back in the dark. For all my commitment issues, I actually love having someone in my bed with me. It’s the one thing I miss about Arian. He was always wrapped around me in bed. It was just the waking moments that were unbearable.

Promptly at seven, the doorbell rings. I walk over and open the door, stepping back with a smile. Bentley is wearing a black sweater and jeans, but with pink Converse. He’s freaking adorable.

“Come in.”

“Thanks.” He hands me a bottle of Johnnie Walker. “Not to be too stalker-y, but I may have read this is your favorite scotch.”

Laughing, I take the bottle, gazing at the label. “Excellent choice. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Couldn’t come empty-handed. I have manners.”

“That’s good to know. You look great.”

His cheeks blush slightly. “Wait until you see what’s underneath.”

“Can’t wait. Dinner first though.”

“What if I’m not hungry? For food.”

I step closer, amused as his breath catches and his cheeks flush pink. “Don’t you want to make Daddy happy?”

“Oh fuck. Instant hard-on.”

I fight back a grin. “Answer me, boy.”

“You know, Legend. All I want is your happiness, Daddy.”

“All I want is yours. We’ll eat first then play.”

His teeth graze his bottom lip as he nods. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Are you still hard for me?”

“You should check.”

I reach down, gently grabbing his hardening bulge. “So excited for Daddy, aren’t you, boy?”

“Like you don’t even know.”

My eyes focus on his face, taking in each perfectly placed feature. Bentley is beautiful in a way that enraptures me. I can tell it’s natural, and that, unlike many people in LA, he doesn’t use external help to get lips so plump you want to bite them. His cheeks seem naturally rosy, his eyes bright and innocent. He has thick lashes, which do look like he’s wearing a bit of mascara, perhaps because he’s fair, but it’s done well. He’s gorgeous.

“Do I please you?” he asks, his hand resting on my waist.

“Yeah, you do.” I swat his butt, earning a tiny yip. “Let’s have dinner and talk.”

“Okay.”

Bentley follows me to the kitchen, where I motion for him to sit on a stool at the island. He does, kicking his legs like a kid. I have many questions for him about his tastes and desires. Is he a little? Does he want a Daddy full-time or just in the bedroom? Has he had a Daddy before? As I pull the chicken from the oven, I shake my head. All questions I shouldn’t ask. This is sex. A hookup. I don’t need to know a damn thing except how he looks stripped down.

“Smells amazing,” Bentley says.

“Thank you. It’s just baked chicken. I have salad too. I figured we’d keep it light.”

“Good call.”

“Would you like some wine?”

“Yes, please.”

I nod, moving to the wine fridge to grab a bottle of white. It’s not lost on me how every time he opens his mouth I’m hoping “Daddy” slips from his lips. I’m obviously missing this in my life. Every time I’ve tried to be with someone not into this particular kink, it ends in disaster. This is how I’m wired. It’s clearly something Bentley enjoys, but I need to know more before I encourage it. Mostly, I need to make sure that calling me Daddy is in no way a commitment beyond what I plan to do to the boy tonight. Getting attached to me is the worst thing Bentley could do for himself. I may have sought him out sexually, but that’s as far as my damaged heart is willing to go.

When I catch a glimpse of Bentley, he looks agitated, bouncing in his chair, his eyes flitting around the kitchen.

“Is something wrong?”

His eyes snap to me. “No.” Bentley shakes his head. “I’m not used to...being served.”

I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”

He laughs, but it sounds nervous. “Nothing, Legend. I’m fine.”

His evasive answers stirs the Daddy within me. “Bentley, it’s important to me that you’re honest with me. Always.”

His eyes widen as his cheeks bloom pink. “Sorry.” He clears his throat. “I prefer to be the one serving. I guess it’s what makes me happy.”

“Ah. How would you serve me, Bentley?”

He averts his eyes, his teeth moving to that gorgeous bottom lip.

“Bentley?” I walk over to him, putting my fingers under his chin to lift his face to me. “Talk to me. Tell me how you would serve me?”

“However you wanted me to.”

His voice is so soft and needy, it sends ripples of desire through me. Getting through dinner is going to be