Chance at the Impossible Page 7

  “Don’t be mean, Daddy.”

  Before he could answer, two serving dishes were lifted from the counter and Miller was moving away from him. The Brat was asking to be put over his knee. He had to admit the thought had merit. It wasn’t the first time he’d thought about spanking that cute ass, and he didn’t have to hold back anymore. He placed Miller’s favorite pesto chicken in a large ceramic bowl and picked it up.

  As he turned to the table, he smiled at Miller. “Baby, go get Bella.”

  “On it, Daddy.”

  “I swear I’m going to puncture my eardrums one of these days.”

  Miller just giggled and left the room to get Bella.

  “You’re looking good, Dad.”

  “Thanks. It’s been a rough few weeks, but everything is working itself out.”

  “I’m glad. And while I’m not complaining about free food or the fact I didn’t have to cook it, we don’t normally get weeknight invites.”

  “Everything will be revealed in time.” It was all he said when Miller returned with Bella on his hip.

  Miller got Bella settled in her booster seat at the head of the table and started making her a plate. He really loved seeing those two together. Miller doted on the girl, and the love his little man had for their granddaughter was clear. He made Miller’s plate while his boy tended to Bella. Then he made his own when Miller sat down beside him. Miller’s thigh was pressed to his, and he told himself to behave, to not reach under the table to squeeze his boy’s thigh.

  They ate while Bella talked a mile a minute between bites.

  “You need to cook us dinner every night,” Troy pouted.

  His son made a great breakfast, but anything more complicated than a casserole Troy couldn’t handle. That’s the one thing he’d failed at teaching Troy growing up—cooking.

  He didn’t even think twice when Miller was finished with his favorite thing—mashed sweet potatoes—he added more to his boy’s plate. He grinned as Bella asked for more.

  “You have to eat your chicken too. I made it just the way you like it.” He’d made her chicken with barbecue sauce. She wasn’t a fan of the pesto. It was too green.

  “So, you ready to talk?”

  He snorted at Troy and listened to Win choke. In his gut, he had feeling Win knew what was up. He continued eating a few minutes longer then pushed his plate away.

  “Since all my family is here, I thought it was a good time to tell you that I’ve been dating someone.”

  Miller tensed beside him, and he took his boy’s hand, turned his head and winked at Miller earning the smile he’d hoped to see.

  “Whoa, wait, wait, dating, who are you…aw hell naw.”

  “Troy.” Win’s voice had an edge of warning.

  “You used a bad word,” Bella announced without looking up from her plate.

  “Sorry, honey. Miller, we talked about this.”

  “Um, well, but, Troy, he’s so hot. Have you seen him on his runs? In his toolbelt? Oh, man, what about…”

  “I get the idea.”

  He didn’t think it was appropriate to find such amusement in his only child’s horror, but Troy did have the market cornered on being dramatic. Miller relaxed into his side, and that’s all he wanted. The little man didn’t have to be on edge. That’s why he hadn’t wanted to wait to tell Troy.

  “How long?” Troy asked.

  “Since Bella stayed here last. We had our first date Friday, but it’s been coming for a long time.”

  “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were bi?”

  “I didn’t think being bi would be a big deal with you.”

  “Shut up, it’s not, but you never told me. We never kept secrets from each other.”

  The pain was clear in Troy’s voice, and that was the one thing he wanted to avoid, but how did he explain that he hadn’t planned to have a relationship with anyone. “I was never bringing anyone home. While I was sick, I didn’t want to think about the future or if I had one. Then when I got the all-clear, I saw Miller differently. He didn’t have to deal with my puking or take me to my appointments, but he did. He didn’t treat me different. Even when I was nothing but skin and bones, he still flirted, and I was still a man. And while I was grateful for that, I can’t deny I was attracted before I was diagnosed. Whether you like it or not, Miller isn’t going anywhere.”

  “Brent,” Miller whispered and squeezed his hand.

  “Baby, I’m not giving you up. I can’t. Hiding you isn’t an option for me either.”

  “Fine, but I’m knocking from now on when I come over. There’s just stuff you can never un-see and…” Troy shuddered and went back to his dinner.

  “See, it wasn’t as bad as you thought.”

  “Maybe he’s in shock, or he’ll murder me when we’re alone.”

  He laughed and then kissed his boy, pulling him close to his side. He threw a roll at Troy as his son started gagging.

  “Daddy,” Miller whispered.

  He couldn’t miss the impish grin as his boy darted a look at Troy.

  Troy leaned in and whispered so Bella wouldn’t hear. “I will kill you.”

  “I told you, Daddy, tell the police when my body is found.”

  “Behave, boy, remember what I said.”

  Miller shrugged his shoulders. “It might be worth it.” His boy started laughing. “Dude, really? You have short legs, you can’t reach to kick me.”

  “Win, kick Miller,” Troy ordered.

  “I like my job.”

  Win’s obvious amusement showed in his tone and Troy gave his scary looking husband a death glare. The man was perfect for his son. The love clear when they were together or spoke of each other. He couldn't have picked a better husband for Troy.

  “I’m so feeling the love from my adoring husband.”

  “We have a mortgage coming up, and I’m a felon. Jobs are pretty limited for me.”

  “Of course, I had to fall for the bad boy. Why didn’t you warn me?” Troy aimed the question at Miller.

  “Um, I believe I told you a time or two to find a nice white-collar boyfriend, but no, you went all swoony over knuckle tattoos and a motorcycle.”

  “Quit lying. You told me on a daily basis to jump him.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  He shook his head at Miller and Troy, how he’d remained sane having these two in his house all these years he didn’t know. The tension had eased in the room from moments before. He’d known he was nervous about telling Troy, but he hadn’t realized the degree until he’d spoken the words. They hadn’t confessed their feelings, but he knew he loved Miller, and he felt his feelings were reciprocated. That stage of their relationship hadn’t come yet. All of this was new, and they needed to spend more time together as lovers than friends.

  First though, he was going to spend the evening with his family and worry about everything else in the future.

  11

  An hour ago, he'd let himself in and started dinner. Brent had texted him to say it was a rough day and he wanted to do something nice for the man. The man was always taking care of everyone but himself. Brent always went out of his way to make sure his employees and family were always happy. That was one of the first things he'd noticed when he'd met Brent. He'd knocked on the door, teenage him had spent so many years with a target, and Brent had opened the door with a smile. When he'd introduced himself and asked for Troy, the big man had given him a hug and pulled him in the house, yelling for Troy. It was teenage love at first sight, but nothing had changed in the last fifteen years.

  He was happy things were back to normal between him and Troy. Being away from his best friend and not talking daily hadn't set right with him. The dinner announcement had gone better than he'd hoped. If he'd lost Troy, he didn't know how he would've handled it.

  “Baby, I'm home.”

  A shiver worked down Miller's spine at the sound of Brent's voice. He didn't even hesitate to run out of the kitchen and jump his man.
Brent's gruff laughter made him happy as the man caught him and hugged him tightly.

  “Happy to see me, boy?”

  “Always. You smell like body wash, you cheating on me?” He leaned back to give Brent a fierce look.

  “No, sexy times are all for you, but you'll be happy I showered at the office. There was a very nasty job today.”

  He really wanted sexy times with his Daddy, but Brent seemed to be taking it slow. That didn't mean that Brent didn't show him how much he wanted him. Whatever Brent wanted to do to him he was more than happy to submit, but he was dying to know what his Daddy felt like inside him.

  “For that, I will thank you.”

  “Something smells good.”

  He was about to announce he made pasta and meat sauce, but Brent buried his face against the side of his throat. He moaned at the sharp bite to his neck.

  “Did you bring clothes?”

  “Of course, I think the rule is if I'm here for dinner, I'm also here for bedtime.”

  “Damn right. You making me dinner?”

  “Yes, you said you had a rough day.”

  Brent lowered his feet to the floor, and he took the big man's hand leading him to the kitchen. The table was set, and the pasta should be just about done. He hadn't taken the time to make fresh like he normally would've, and he knew Brent preferred it.

  “I used box pasta, but I'll make fresh next time.” He released Brent's hand and returned to the stove to turn everything off, and he picked up a plate for Brent. A groan escaped, and he nearly dropped it when Brent's hands slipped beneath his t-shirt. The thick callouses felt like heaven. He tipped his head back onto Brent's chest.

  “Dinner looks good.”

  “Th-thank you.”

  “Make Daddy a plate, boy.”

  Did the man expect him to function? Brent's thumbs roughly stroked over his nipples. His Daddy's thick cock pushed into the indent of his spine. He barely got the food on the plate.

  “Now yours,” Brent growled and popped the button on his pants.

  “You're not playing fair.”

  “I'm not playing at all. Now, do as I say.”

  He felt Brent kneel behind him, his shoes, pants, and underwear disappeared. His cock was hard, and he couldn't catch his breath. When Brent stood and stepped away, he darted a panicked look over his shoulder.

  “Those plates ready?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” He picked up the plates. “I just have to get the bread out of the oven.”

  “I'll take those.”

  He picked up a potholder and turned, but before he could open the oven Brent's face was buried between his cheeks. Brent's beard was rough against his skin. He nearly went to the ground when Brent gave his dick one hard stroke while eating his ass. He was embarrassingly close to coming on the kitchen floor and then Brent was gone.

  “What the fuck?”

  He yelped as he got two hard smacks on his ass.

  “Daddy doesn't want to hear that come out of your mouth, boy.”

  He repeatedly cursed in his head as he finished getting dinner ready. He turned to find Brent seated at the table with the plates in their spots. He placed the garlic bread in a basket and made his way to the table.

  “Now, take off your shirt.”

  He grumbled to himself as he did what Brent ordered. When he sat down, the wood of the chair was cold under his bare ass.

  “How was your day?”

  “Are you really going to make me eat dinner naked?”

  “Yes, I am. You're naked the rest of the night.”

  “Brent, come on, don't…”

  He squeaked as his chair was pulled up to the table and Brent started eating as if everything was normal.

  “How was your day?”

  “It was fine until my Daddy decided to play with me and not finish.”

  “You'll learn patience, boy. You're mine. And do you know what that means?”

  “You can torture me whenever you want.”

  “Exactly. I bought you a few presents yesterday. You don't behave…I don't give them to you. Bad boys don't get rewards.”

  He forced himself to eat every bite on his plate and carry on a conversation. Nervousness made his appetite go away. No one ever made him feel so exposed and excited at the same time. He'd had countless fantasies about Brent over the years, but none had him being naked during dinner. Brent kept touching him, brief caresses to his thighs, cock, a pinch to his nipple and he was a trembling mess by the time he finished his food. His cock and balls ached.

  “I'll wash the dishes. Go upstairs. Take a shower and get ready for me. By the time I get there, I want you on my bed waiting.”

  Brent didn't kiss him or touch him after the order. The big man just picked up the dishes and went to the sink. He watched his broad back for a few minutes then stood to make his way up to the bedroom. A wrapped box with condom and lube beside it were placed on the end of the bed.

  He quickened his steps and made his way to the bathroom. His favorite soap and lotion were on the counter, resting on a thick, fluffy towel. He smiled as he started the shower and did as Brent told him. His things beside Brent's made him happy. He was also terrified. His relationships in the past were brief—most were just the occasional one-night stand. He liked sex well enough, but it never felt altogether right.

  When it was with someone he didn't love, it felt empty. He dried off and headed to the bedroom, and just as he laid down, he heard Brent's footsteps on the stairs. He was stiff as he waited—unsure of what to do. He wasn't big and muscular. His body hair was naturally light and sparse. He'd grown to accept his body and Brent had seen him naked, but it felt different. Tonight, he felt more exposed and vulnerable.

  He swallowed around the lump in his throat as the door closed behind Brent, the lock clicking into place.

  “Boy, do you know how many times over the years I thought about you in my bed? I stroked one out every night to visions of you screaming as you came.”

  He didn't know what to say. His cock started to harden again knowing that Brent had fantasized about him too. He silently observed Brent removing the top of the box, and soft looking rope appeared. Brent moved to the side of the bed and lifted one knee onto the mattress.

  “Grab the headboard. Daddy wants to play with his boy, and then I'll let you come around Daddy's cock.”

  He choked out a moan as he grabbed the horizontal bars and rope caressed over his skin, tightening around his wrists. Looping around several times, before it was drawn up between his forearms and secured. He studied Brent's face, his strong jaw clenching and relaxing. It seemed to take forever before Brent stood and removed his clothes, exposing tan, hairy skin. His gaze briefly focused on the scar then moved lower before Brent could notice. His Daddy's cock was hard and standing out from his body.

  “Daddy?”

  “What's wrong, baby?” Brent asked as he stretched out.

  Warm skin pushed flush to his side. He momentarily forgot his hands were secured above his head and tried to reach out to touch him. He arched as Brent drew his fingers down the center of his body stopping just at his trimmed, blond pubes.

  “I'm nervous, and I don't know why.”

  “Because you love me and this is so much more than just getting off. I want to love on you for hours. Learn every inch of you. This bed is lonely without you.”

  “What about—”

  “No one but you has ever been in my bed or ever will be.”

  Brent's touch was so gentle as the big man stroked his cheek and lowered his head to brush a kiss to his mouth. His Daddy tortured him with featherlight touches. Fleeting kisses. He arched into every caress. Daddy touched him everywhere but where he ached the most. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum onto his lower stomach. He whimpered when Brent sat up to grab something from the box, along with the slick. He heard the condom box tear.

  “Now, I'm going to get you nice and ready for me. I don't wa
nt to hurt my boy.”

  There was a harshness to Brent's voice, and his big body was misted with sweat. He dropped his gaze to his Daddy's dick, and it looked harder and bigger, flushed with blood and the tip shiny. A faint tremor caught his attention, and he loved that he did that to the older man. He fisted his hands and pulled at the rope, but it didn't give.

  His eyes widened as he noticed what Brent was doing—the big man was lubing a plug. The thickest part only as thick as Brent's cock. Brent was once against stretched out beside him. The big man tenderly parted his legs, placing the left one over his thigh opening him wider.

  “Tilt your hips up for me.”

  He obeyed without question and waited for Brent just to shove it inside. He didn't have the best experience with someone using toys on him, but that wasn't what his Daddy did. Brent placed the tapered tip to his hole and gently fucked him with just that, then easing it deeper, and the pressure and burn were perfect. Brent kissed him deeply, nipping and sucking at his lips.

  Brent was loving on him as he'd promised. Every arch earned him a deep growl and Brent's cock was rubbing against his hip. He wasn't alone. He wasn't just a body to get off with.

  “Fuck, I love making my boy give me all those sweet, needy sounds.”

  He gasped as the widest part slipped passed the tight muscles. He clenched around it as Brent shallowly thrust it in and out.

  His moans grew louder and higher, then Brent's heavy body was on his. While he hated not being able to touch his Daddy, being restrained turned him on more than anything in the past. The kisses stopped, and he tried to chase Brent's mouth, but he opened his eyes to find Brent staring down at him. His hole was stretched tight around the plug, his Daddy's cock would be so much better.

  “Fuck, my boy is so sexy tied up and at my mercy.”

  “Daddy, please.”

  “Please what, baby?” Brent asked as he started stroking him again.

  He arched his hips as Brent's rough hands reached his pelvic bones. The base of the plug brushed Brent's nuts, and when their bodies pushed together, the plug was pushed deeper. His thighs were rested over Brent's, the man's thick cock laid beside his and he wanted Brent inside him.