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

and I don’t know him. I don’t know if he’s going to run to social media to tell the world he saw me today. I don’t know how people are going to react, so it felt safer to be cautious and protect your identity.”

“You were...were protecting me?”

“That’s my job, sweet boy. If there’s going to be a media circus, that’s my cross to bear. Not yours.”

He grips my shirt tighter, pulling it away from my skin as if he’s frustrated. “Not true. If I’m yours and you’re mine, we bear the cross together. I would never let you fight alone. You might be the Daddy, but I’m here to help you. You don’t have to do it by yourself.”

I exhale, nodding. “You’re right. I’m not used to having this kind of support in my life other than a few close friends. I was just trying to bullshit my way through that interaction. I didn’t want him. Didn’t you see me move his hand?”

“Yes.” He shrugs. “I guess I got insecure.”

“You literally have nothing to worry about. I really…I care about you.” The words feel empty on my tongue as though they aren’t enough to truly express what I feel about Bentley. But the exact words won’t come. It’s more than caring, but maybe not quite love yet.

“I care about you too, Legend. More than anyone before.”

My chest is tight but in a good way. I’m full of feelings and goodness and light, all gifted to me by the sweet man on my lap.

“I’m sorry, Bentley. I never want to be the source of your sadness. I’m extremely proud of you, and I’m incredibly attracted to you.”

A slight smile pulls at his lips.

“But we need to talk about this self-sacrifice thing you have. I never want you to give up something about yourself for me. Do you remember when we talked about this before?”

He nods. “Yes.”

“You shouldn’t want a man who wants you to change, okay? You should stand your ground and be yourself and be loved for exactly who you are. Just like you firmly told me you don’t want to be a secret, you need to firmly own who you are and demand to be loved and accepted as you come. You deserve that.”

He nods, straightening his shoulders. “You’re right. I got scared someone could take you away. It would break my heart if that happened.”

“It would break my heart to lose you.”

“I’m sorry too. I assumed things without talking to you. You’re just everything to me. It feels like a dream, being with you, and I’m always a little bit afraid I’m going to wake up and none of it will be real, you won’t really know me, and I won’t be living this incredible life with you.”

“But it is real. You’ll believe it one day.”

“I promise to not get insecure, and if I do, I’ll talk to you.”

“Great.”

“Do you promise not to shelter me anymore? Whatever storms come, I’m holding your hand through it.”

His earnest request unties another knot of sadness and loneliness I hold inside. “I promise. Thank you.”

His face lights up. “Thank you. Should I be punished for being dramatic?”

“No, baby. Having feelings shouldn’t be punished. How about a bath and a nice glass of champagne to celebrate what you accomplished tonight?”

“That sounds nice.” He grins, bouncing on my lap. “Then can I eat your ass?”

I laugh. “Only if I can eat yours too.”

“Deal.” He climbs off my lap. “What were you going to tell me when we were alone earlier?”

“Oh.” Heat rushes over me with the memory. “Um, uh, when Sharod came and some of it hit you…”

“Yes?”

“Not gonna lie. I desperately wanted to cover you in my cum.” His eyes go wide as I step closer, pulling him by the waist. “I want to mark you. I want to look at you and know that you’re mine.”

Bentley swallows hard, eyes still wide. “Yes. Please. Oh fuck. I want that so much. You could…” He gasps softly. “Daddy.”

“What, baby?”

“You could collar me.” His voice is so breathy it’s almost a whisper. “I would love that, I think.”

“You think?”

“I’ve never had one, but they look so hot.”

“Jesus, Bentley. You are so fucking sexy.”

He grips the waistband of my jeans. “Will you pick out a collar for me? Or a cage or…” He squeezes his eyes closed for a second. “Literally anything. I want you to know you own me. You’ve always owned me. Before I even knew you.”

I cup his face, kissing him hard. He presses against me, practically climbing me as he desperately returns my kiss. His whimpers and moans against my lips drive me crazy. I reach under him and hoist him up, carrying him to my bedroom.

After tossing him on my bed, I start to unbutton my jeans until his hand over mine stops me. “Can I do it?”

I nod. “Yes.”

Bentley stands, making quick work of my clothes. Once I’m naked, I push him gently back to the bed. He gazes up at me, his face a perfect depiction of lust and trust.

“Tell me that you’re beautiful, sweet boy.”

He shakes his head, cheeks quickly turning pink. “No, Daddy. Please.”

“Are you Daddy’s pretty boy?” I reach down and run my hand under his T-shirt, sighing happily when I feel his warm skin. “Daddy’s precious boy.”

Bentley blinks slowly, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“It would make me so happy for you to say the words and believe them.” I tweak his nipple, making him squirm. “Damn, you feel good in my hands.” I drag my hands down his torso, and he lifts his hips to meet me.

“I…I can try.”

I push his shirt up, bending down to kiss his soft stomach. “Take your time.”

I grip his arms above his head, holding them in my wrist. His eyes go wide as he tries to rise. With my free hand, I flick the button of his jeans, once again revealing the white lace boy shorts.

“Daddy’s sexy boy.”

Bentley grins. “I am.” He nods. “I’m