Lahat ng Kabanata ng YES! DADDIES: A HOT COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

CONCETTA. The drive home is silent.I’m trying not to think about what Maya said but it’s all I can think about. I keep catching myself looking at Tor’s hands on the steering wheel and remembering my dream from last week.“You’re quiet,” he says.“Just tired.”“How was coffee with Maya?”“Fine. Good. She asked about you.”His eyes flick to me briefly. “What did she ask?”“Just if you were always this intense about security.”“And what did you tell her?”“That you’re very good at your job.”“Is that all?”There’s something in the way he asks it that makes my heart beat faster.“What else would I tell her?” I ask.He doesn’t answer right away. When he does his voice has changed. Gone lower. “I don’t know. You tell me.”“I don’t know what you mean.”“Yes you do.”I look at him but he’s focused on the road, jaw tight.“Tor.”“We shouldn’t have this conversation.”“What conversation?”“The one we’ve been avoiding for three months.”So he knows. He’s felt it too. The tension building betwe

CONCETTA. His hands go to my jeans and he unbuckles them with practiced efficiency. When he pulls them off along with my underwear I’m completely naked and he’s still wearing his unbuttoned shirt. “That’s not fair,” I say. “What’s not fair?” “You’re still partially dressed.” He shrugs out of the shirt and tosses it aside. “Better?” “Much.” He settles between my legs and just looks at me for a moment. “What?” I ask. “Memorizing this. In case it never happens again.” “It’s happening again. Multiple times. Starting now.” He grins and it transforms his face completely. I’ve never seen him smile like this before. Then his hand slides between my legs and I stop thinking about anything except what he’s doing to me. His fingers are skilled and patient, working me until I’m gasping. When he adds his mouth I actually cry out. “Tor, fuck, that feels good.” “You taste incredible.” He works me with his tongue until I’m right on the edge. “Come for me. I want to feel it.” I come har

CONCETTA I take an Uber to the warehouse district and tell the driver to drop me two blocks away from the actual address. The neighborhood is exactly as sketchy as Tor said it would be. Graffitied buildings, broken streetlights, groups of people hanging out on corners watching everyone who passes. My phone is in my hand ready to call for help if I need it. I’m starting to think maybe Tor had a point. But I’m already here and Maya’s expecting me, so I keep walking. The warehouse where the convention is being held is an old industrial building that’s been converted into an art space. Music is thumping from inside and I can see lights through the windows. A decent crowd is already gathered. I pay the entrance f*e and find Maya near her photography display. “You made it!” She hugs me. “I thought maybe your bodyguard wouldn’t let you come.” “He doesn’t get to control my life.” “Uh huh. Where is he, by the way? This is the first time I’ve seen you without him in months.” “He doesn’

ARRETTCole sinks the eight ball and throws his arms up like he just won a championship.“That’s five games in a row. Pay up, Nash.”“Fuck off. You’re cheating somehow.”“I’m not cheating, you’re just shit at pool.”Nash flips him off and drains the rest of his whiskey. We’ve been at the penthouse since around eight and it’s past midnight now. The kind of night where nobody has anywhere to be and we’re all too comfortable to leave.Xavier is sprawled on the leather couch scrolling through his phone with his shirt half unbuttoned because he’s incapable of being fully dressed when he’s relaxed. Nash is refilling his glass at the bar. Cole is racking the balls for another game he’s definitely going to win.I’m sitting on the pool table watching all of them and thinking about how this is the only place any of us are actually real.Out there we’re the Ashford heir, the politician’s son, the legacy kid, and the artist who doesn’t fit the mold but comes from enough money that it doesn’t matt

ARRETTXavier’s suggestion hangs in the air for about five seconds before Nash stands up.“Fuck it. We’ve already gone this far.”He walks toward the bedroom and the rest of us follow like we’re being pulled by invisible strings. The bedroom is massive with a king-sized bed that suddenly seems like the most important piece of furniture in the world.We stand around it for a moment, nobody quite sure how to start this.“Okay,” Cole says. “How does this actually work with four people?”“However we want it to work,” Xavier says. He’s already climbing onto the bed and stretching out like he owns it. “There’s no rulebook for this. We just figure it out as we go.”I kick off my jeans completely and climb onto the bed. Nash and Cole follow until all four of us are on this bed together in various states of undress and arousal.“So who starts?” Nash asks.“All of us,” Xavier says. He reaches for Nash and pulls him into a kiss while his other hand reaches for me. I move closer and Xavier breaks