Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“It’s only fair; you met Daddy very soon, and it was at Sunday dinner, too.” He rattled on as he headed towards his old room, leaving me blinking behind him.
Amir snorted a laugh and patted me on the shoulder. “I guess that’s settled.”
“I guess it is.”
We entered the bedroom, finding Henley tapping his chin as he looked around. “You should keep the bed in here in case Keegan needs a nap; unless he’ll be sleeping in your bed. But an extra one never hurts.” It amazed me how Henley accepted everything so readily and without question. All he wanted was for his old man to be happy. “He needs a new bedspread, though,” he insisted, nodding to the gray blanket covering the twin sized bed. “That one is very blah. What color does he like best?”
“Pink,” I answered easily. “He loves the color pink, and very soft things.”
“Oh no,” Henley sighed as his shoulders slumped.
Confusion and a slight streak of irritation coursed through me, but Amir was the first to ask, “What’s wrong, kitten?”
Henley peered into his bag again. “I didn’t bring anything like that. I don’t even have anything like that to share.”
I immediately felt like the world’s biggest asshole. Of course sweet Henley wasn’t judging; he was only sad that he didn’t have what my boy liked.
“It’s okay,” Amir told him as he wrapped him in another hug. “I’m sure he’ll still like what you brought because of the thought behind it. But now that we know what he enjoys, we can get him all set up.”
Henley’s smile returned, and Amir looked over at me. “You said he’s coming at ten, right?” I nodded. I wished I could pick him up from his place, and that was what I intended to do in the future, but I needed extra time to get ready for his arrival. “That gives us plenty of time; let’s go shopping.”
*****
Keegan
I stepped out of my car and smoothed out the front of my skirt. I had no hesitation when picking out my outfit for the day; I chose my favorite pink pleated skirt and a powder blue crop top printed with pink roses. Ford made it clear that he not only accepted my clothing choices, but he enjoyed them.
I wondered if it had anything to do with his bisexuality; if he was drawn to the feminine clothes, but enjoyed them on my masculine body. It didn’t really matter; he liked what he liked, I liked what I liked, and we accepted each other as we were.
That was definitely a new thing for me. My whole life, no one had ever been totally satisfied with me. When every relationship inevitably came to an end, I’d hear reasons like, “I’m just not comfortable with you dressed like that in public,” or, “I don’t appreciate your attitude,” or my personal favorite, “You’re just too much for me to handle.”
At least I could say that the men of my past were honest, but if they couldn’t handle me, I wished they had just left me the fuck alone. Because each rejection added another layer of self doubt and insecurity.
But I didn’t feel either of those things around Ford. When I first saw him sitting at the club, I was immediately drawn to him because he looked so different from anyone else there; he was dressed casually in flannel and boots, looking handsome and down to earth. He appeared welcoming, and when I finally spoke to him, I learned I was right.
But ‘welcoming’ only scratched the surface of what Ford had to offer. He was also insightful and understanding. He put me at ease, and gave me peace, which was something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
I smiled at Ford’s home as I walked towards the porch. It was a cute and quaint place, white in color with a pretty blue door. It was cozy and inviting, which was exactly as I expected. Everything about Ford was inviting.
I lifted my hand to knock, but the front door swung open before my knuckles touched the wood. Ford stood there waiting, wearing a blue and black checked plaid shirt over his thick frame. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing sturdy arms that promised warm hugs. It was paired with dark jeans, boots, and a dazzling smile. His skin folded at the corners of his baby blue eyes, and his salt and pepper hair and beard made him look mature and friendly. Everything about him was stunning.
“Hey there, darlin’,” he greeted in his deep, honey-smooth voice. “You look beautiful.”
I couldn’t stop my grin from bursting across my cheeks. “Hey, Daddy.” When I first said the name the night before, it was an accident. Ford made everything feel so natural that it slipped out, but I was glad for it. He was everything I could ask for in a Daddy. “You look amazing, too.”