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

He moves back enough to see my face without straining. As his fingers brush across my face, I lean in like a kitten needing more, but that’s always my problem, isn’t it? Needing more.

“We talked last night about what we wanted,” Legend starts.

“Yes. You don’t want a relationship right now, but we can be casual.”

He nods, but he’s focused on my eyes. “Yes. I guess I want to know where you’re at with all this? How are you feeling?”

My teeth move to my bottom lip, digging in like I do, until Legend’s thumb taps gently to make me release it.

“Talk to me, boy.”

My breath hitches. “I think I was too much last night.”

“Too much in what way?”

“Too, um...desperate...maybe?”

“Desperate? Where do you get that idea?”

“I was overwhelmed by being with you, and I didn’t think about anything I said or did. I don’t want to be too much or freak you out.”

His features soften in a way that makes me feel funny things.

“Sweet boy, you weren’t too much or desperate, and you didn’t even come close to freaking me out. To me, what we shared last night was magic, and I loved every moment. I hope I was what you needed.”

I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Bentley?”

My eyes shoot open from his authoritative tone.

“Talk to me.”

I nod, forcing myself not to look away. “You were everything and more last night, but I know you want to keep things light, so I thought maybe I shouldn’t call you Daddy unless…” I shrug as I lose the words to sort my jumbled thoughts.

“Okay. Let’s talk about that. What do you want to call me, Bentley?”

My teeth seek my lip again, but I shake my head to stop the habit. “Daddy,” I admit as my voice cracks.

“And what do you want me to call you?”

I feel my cheeks warming like they’re sunburned. “Boy.”

“All the time?”

“I mean, maybe not if we ever work together. But the rest of the time, yeah.”

“I would like that too, sweet beautiful boy. I would like it very much. I want you to promise me something right now.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t be ashamed of how you feel or anything you want. I want you to tell me if you need something different or something more or less. Promise that you’ll tell me.”

My heart seizes in my chest as a wave of nausea grips my stomach. “I...can...can try.”

“Try?” Legend sits us upright. “Did something bad happen when you asked for more or different?”

I nod, averting my eyes away. I don’t want him to know how many Daddies I’ve failed or didn’t want me, but lying is impossible.

“Okay, new promise,” Legend says. “When you start to feel scared of what happened before, remind yourself I’m not one of those bad Daddies. I’m your Daddy, and I want you to be happy. I need it.”

My eyes shift up. “You’re my Daddy?”

“Is that what you want?”

“More than anything in the world.”

“I’m going to promise you something too.”

“Okay.”

“When I get scared, I’m going to remind myself that you’re not Arian. If we go slow and talk to each other, maybe we can have something amazing here.”

I process his words, feeling almost lightheaded from the giddiness bubbling over inside me. “Does that mean...are we dating?”

He smiles. “We’re spending time together and...figuring out what works for us.”

“Okay.” Not dating, but it’s something.

“Your presence makes me very happy, Bentley, and I haven’t been happy in a long time. I’m curious to see where it might lead. I’ll need some patience from you.”

“You have it,” I whisper. “You have…” I cut myself off.

“Tell me your thoughts.”

I shake my head.

“You’re not too much, boy. You’re just right.”

My eyes meet his, seeking truth in his words. I tremble slightly, but I promised, so here goes.

“I was going to say…you have everything of mine.”

Legend’s eyes soften, his hand rubbing mine. “That’s beautiful and generous, sweet boy. Thank you. I feel very lucky.”

He’s not freaking out.

“Do you have to go home or can you hang out a little bit more?”

My eyes widen. “You…you want me to stay longer?”

“I do.”

“I would like that.” I run my hands over his now softened bulge under the blankets. “Can I take care of you?”

“Later. I want to talk a little bit more. Are you hungry?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s get up and eat some breakfast. We’ll cuddle on the couch and talk. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect.” Smiling, I say the word that soothes the ache deep within me. “Daddy.”

The smile on Legend’s face is absolute perfection.

Nine

Legend

He’s going to be the death of me. Sweet, painless death.

We climb out of bed and head to my bathroom. I know he said he wasn’t a little, and he enjoys being of service, but I have a strong need to care for him. He looks adorable in my T-shirt. I brush my teeth as he pees then joins me at the sink.

“Want to use my brush?”

His eyes go wide. “Are you okay with that?”

“I offered.”

“Thank you.”

I watch as he rinses it then puts toothpaste on it and lightly brushes his teeth. As he leans over the sink, I push the T-shirt up to expose his adorable ass. Fuck. That is art. So perfect. Like a sweet, juicy peach waiting for me to bite it.

“Daddy,” he giggles. “What are you doing?”

“Admiring your ass.” I lean against him, kissing his neck. “You are so beautiful, boy.”

He meets my gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “Do you want me to wear more makeup?”

I know, without prodding, where that question is coming from. I regularly get sent pics of boys in makeup and lace, even now, months after my breakup with Arian. Everyone assumes it’s what I like most, but the truth is different.

“Bentley. I’ll tell you a secret.”

He nods happily.

“What I want you to do is be one hundred percent what makes you happy because if you’re happy and feeling confident, that will show, and that is beauty. Do I like makeup and lace and features that