Legendary Daddy - Mia Monroe (10 ebook reader .TXT) 📗

“Did something bad happen?”

“Not really. He just didn’t care, and I didn’t have enough self-esteem to walk away, but I do now. I left my last Daddy all on my own.”

“Why?”

“He wasn’t a good Daddy for me.”

“Why, Bentley?” Bentley picks at his cuticle until I put my hand over his to stop him. “Why?”

“He had lots of boys.”

“Did you know that?”

“No.”

“I see.”

“It’s greedy, but I want to be the only one. I know I can be enough for the right Daddy.”

“It’s not greedy, sweet boy. Come here.” He settles in my arms, and I hold him close, kissing the top of his head. Why is it that a person can be so confident and fun in many parts of their lives but bad love can bring us all to our knees? “You’re the only person I’m seeing,” I whisper to reassure him. “Am I the only person you’re seeing?”

“Definitely.”

“Okay. I like that we can trust each other both physically and emotionally.”

“I told you, I’m already yours.”

In spite of the part of my heart that’s still wounded and afraid, I let his words fill some of the cracks. I would love to have a boy again, and the one in my arms is damn near perfect. I just don’t know what happens next.

“I’m happy to hear that. Why don’t we take a shower, and then we’ll cuddle a bit and sleep? Would you like to wake up with me tomorrow?”

He shifts his big brown eyes up to me. “Very much. You’ve been everything I hoped you would be tonight. Even better, you’re really nice.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. You are amazing. So beautiful. I’m very lucky you picked me.”

Bentley’s smile lights up his face. “Thank you, Daddy.”

After the shower that I mercifully made it through without taking the boy again, I dry him off then grab a T-shirt from my drawer for him to wear. He swims in it, which is fucking adorable.

“Do you need a snack, baby?” I ask.

“No, I’m still full from dinner.”

“Okay. How about we watch TV for a bit?”

“Sure.”

We make our way back to the living room and settle on the couch. Bentley sits close to me, all curled into my side as I drape my arm around him while I surf channels. I stop on a cooking channel when I notice his excitement level change.

“Do you like to watch cooking shows?”

Bentley nods happily. “And organizing shows. I like things to be nice, and I want to be able to make yummy things for my Daddy.”

He snuggles closer, his face lit up like Christmas as he watches the show. I was right all along. This boy is dangerous. The last thing I need right now is to get tangled up in something I don’t have the time or emotional bandwidth for, but I can’t deny how lonely I’ve been and how perfectly Bentley fills that emptiness for me. He seems okay with what I’m offering. What gets to me is his obvious need and desire for a Daddy of his own. I could be that Daddy, but am I ready to step up? He’s nothing like Arian, at least from what I can tell, but it’s so easy for me to get caught up in boys. That’s how Arian was able to manipulate me so easily. I wanted his happiness more than my own, and that was my downfall.

I gaze down at Bentley, happily snuggling beside me, his soft brown eyes focused on the show. Bentley seems wired to be focused on my happiness, which means he might have a dangerous lack of boundaries for himself. He’s been hurt by men who said they would be his Daddy and then dropped the ball. I don’t think I could forgive myself if I hurt Bentley.

For now, we’ll go with my day-by-day plan and take it from there. That’s the best decision I can come up with because, for whatever reason, I’m not ready to let him go yet.

Eight

Bentley

When I open my eyes, it takes me a moment to realize where I am, but when I do, a feeling of warmth and safety washes over me. Legend’s massive body is wrapped around me, and he’s snoring softly against the back of my head. It’s heaven.

I was expecting to get fucked then politely asked to go home, but he surprised me with an invite to stay the night. Now I have to be careful not to fuck things up. My guard was down last night, too exposed and vulnerable. I got needy and bared myself to him in a moment of false security. I need to be careful. Yes, he’s my dream man, and, yes, he fucked me so hard I almost forgot my name, but he’s clear he’s not in this for a relationship. He’s not really my Daddy. Even though I would hand over my balls to be his boy.

He stirs in his sleep, and I carefully twist so I’m facing his chest. Tracing my fingers over his tattoos, I nuzzle my face into his beard. He used to keep it longer, giving him a more ominous look, but now it’s just enough. Everything about Legend is exactly as it should be.

“Morning,” he whispers without opening his eyes.

“Did I wake you?”

“Yes.” He grips my ass pulling me into him so I can feel his cock grinding against mine. “Mm, you feel so good.”

“Can I take care of you, Legend?”

His eyes open, and he studies me with a furrowed brow as if he were expecting to see someone else. What did I say wrong?

“Only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to.” I drag my hands down his broad chest, my fingers tickled by the hair there. Gah, he’s beautiful. “I always want to.”

He’s still staring at me oddly.

“Did I say something wrong?” I ask.

“No, not wrong.” A slight smile pulls at his lips. “You called me Legend, and I wasn’t expecting it. Guess I’m trying to figure out our dynamic here.”

I nod, feeling a