Owning It (Metropolis #3)(11)

I hear the hint of a chuckle. "Sorry."

He's about to say something else, but I interrupt him. "So, looks like Daddy was more interested than he thought."

"What?"

"Is this how you play with all the boys? Take them home for a night, take care of them through the morning and then play hard to get for a few weeks until you pounce?"

"I guess you found me out."

"You sound more like you have a sense of humor today."

"It's a little easier to have a sense of humor when I've gotten a good night's sleep and haven't spent the night worried as fuck about some kid sleeping on my couch."

"Sounds like you spent last night alone then. Well, that's fine. Doesn't mean you have to spend tonight that way."

It's another joke, but I'm kind of serious. If he invited me over, I wouldn't hesitate. I mean, I basically owe him for what he did for me.

He's silent for a moment, and it makes me curious. "Well, go ahead. Spit it out. Just make the request, and I can be over in ten minutes, all cleaned out and ready for action. I have a pink jock strap that I'm very eager to wear. I don't have to wear it, but I just want to let you know that's an option. I also have some cute harnesses if you're into that. And I'm not totally against cuffs, but I do already have a safe word for that."

"What's the safe word? Wait! No. Don't answer that. That's not why I'm calling."

"For someone who wasn't calling for that reason, you sure were curious about my safe word."

"Anyone would have been curious when you worded it like that. No, I wanted to maybe … I was going to ask if you would be interested in meeting up."



       
         
       
        

"A date?" I don't mean for it to, but the way I ask, I sound offended.

"No, not a date. Coffee."

"A coffee date? That's still a date."

"The non-datey kind."

"Why would I meet you for coffee?"

"I thought it might be nice to actually talk to you about more than why you were so shit-faced the last time I saw you."

There's more to this than he's letting on, I can tell. I'm not an idiot, but I can also tell by the way he's being evasive that he's not just going to come out and say it.

Maybe he really does want to have sex with me and doesn't know how to get to the point. Or he needs to do this to make it okay in his mind. I have a strange feeling that's not it, but if it is, I won't turn him down.

"Okay, Daddy. We can meet for coffee. You free today?"

"I'm free until five. Then I have to get to work."

"So if we do decide to trick out then we're going to have to make it real quick, aren't we?"

"We're not-"

"I'm kidding. Relax. So let's meet at … say, two thirty?" I ask. "Is that enough time for you?"

"That works."

"Perfect. I'll be wearing that jock strap."

He starts to speak, but I sing out, "Bye!" before hanging up.





5




Jackson


This is likely a huge mistake. It's obvious Derek and I are complete opposites. Even if we weren't, I have too much shit going on in my life, too many goddamn responsibilities to worry about that are more important than asking anyone out for coffee.

He's probably right about us. I should just take him to my apartment and pound his little hole so we can both get it out of our systems and move on. It would be easy. I wouldn't have to use the fucking app that just makes me feel old and out of touch or hit up bars and clubs and play the whole game because games aren't really my thing.

Derek wants it, and so do I.

Derek would be easy.

But that's what holds me back. The fact that it would be so easy, I'd wonder if he really wanted it. Or if like the night I met him, he'd be doing it to cover up whatever else is going on in his life or because I was nice to him.

When I bed a man, I want it to be because I know he wants my cock and not anything else.

And, I also can't stop thinking about seeing him at the assisted living facility.

It wasn't the man I took home with me and who has me curious as fuck.

Goddamn little hurricane wreaking havoc on my life. 

Shoving off the couch, I make my way into the bathroom. Once in the shower, I immediately wrap my hand around my dick because I'm horny as fuck and Derek put all these thoughts of him in a pink jockstrap in my mind. It's not where I'm supposed to be going when it comes to the kid, but Christ, he's fucking sexy and I really want a piece of his ass.

My balls draw up and my eyes roll back right before I blow my load all over the shower wall, releasing only a fraction of the pent-up tension in my body.