COSMO
Ihatednotbeing able to sleep in Daddy’s bed, but no amount of begging had made him give in. He’d pointed out I’d slept alone in my bed at the farmhouse, so I hadn’t been able to use the excuse that I wasn’t used to sleeping alone. I’d tried pouting and even acted as if I was ignoring him, but he seemed to enjoy the latter way too much, so I’d crawled in his lap earlier when he’d suggested we spent the evening watching movies—movies I’d never seen before but he claimed I needed to watch.
The superhero movies were my favorites, and I could have stayed up and watched them all night, but around eleven, Hunter sent me off to bed. My bedroom was beautiful but bland, with white sheets, ivory curtains, and gray carpet. The only splash of color was the royal blue throw on the bed.
Pangs in my tummy woke me up. I shifted and stretched my legs, but the ache only worsened. I curled up in a ball and draped the throw over my head. Why did my tummy hurt so much?
After twisting and turning for a few minutes, I kicked off the throw and slid off the bed. Clutching my stomach, I padded from my bedroom along the hall to the bedroom on the right. I knocked on the door and gasped as another cramp shot through my stomach.
Light spilled out from under the door. It opened, and Hunter appeared, his hair mussed, a crease on his cheek. He was shirtless and had on only a pair of loose shorts.
“Cosmo, what’s wrong?”
“I have a tummy ache. Aaugh—” Another slash tore into my abdomen. “Make it stop. It hurts so bad.”
“Shit.” He placed a hand on my forehead. “You don’t feel hot, but you’re clammy. What’s—”
My stomach clenched, and I wretched. He jumped back to avoid getting vomit all over him. Tears ran down my face as I spewed out more. With a moan, I slumped against the doorjamb.
“Goddamn, this is all my fault.” Hunter lifted me into his arms and carried me through his room to the bathroom. “There, sit.” He set me on the closed toilet. “Let me clean up the room, and then I’ll be back.”
When he left, I slid down to the floor and leaned against the wall. Why wasn’t he mad? Virgil had always been livid with me when I was sick. As if it was all my fault, but Hunter blamed himself for my aching tummy.
The shudders stopped, and just a dull ache settled into my tummy rather than the sharp pain that had ripped through my body. I must have drifted off to sleep on the floor, as the next thing I knew, Hunter was prodding me to my feet.
“Come on, Cosmo, open your eyes for me.”
“I’m so tired.”
“I know you are, sweetheart, but I’m trying to make you feel better.”
He helped me to brush my teeth and rinse with mouthwash, then handed me a drink. I sipped the nasty concoction and made a face at him. “That’s horrible.”
“But it will make you feel better. How does your tummy feel?” He placed a hand around me from behind and stroked my tummy through the T-shirt I’d worn to bed. My stomach dipped and swayed, but it was different this time.
I snuggled into his chest. “Not too bad. Can I sleep with you, please?”
“Cosmo.”
“Please, Daddy.”
“All right. Just this once and only because you’re not feeling well. Up you go.” He swung me up in his arms, and I rested my head against his chest. His heartbeat was reassuring beneath my ear.
Hunter laid me on one side of the bed. Disinfectant and something floral, which he must have used to clean up my vomit, tickled my nostrils. He turned the lights out and slipped in on the other side of the bed. I rolled over to his side. His body was stiff and unmoving, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be next to him. Slowly, he relaxed, wrapped his arm around me, and kissed the top of my head.
“This is nice,” I murmured. “You always make me feel good, Daddy. I’m sorry I made such a mess.”
“It’s okay, sweet boy. Close your eyes and go to sleep.”
“You promise not to leave?” I grabbed a handful of his shirt just in case he got any ideas.
His chest rumbled as he chuckled. “I won’t. Be a good boy and go to sleep.”
Hmm, this is so nice. I’m definitely sleeping in Daddy’s bed again.
***
The next morning I woke up in bed alone, but Hunter’s scent lingered on the pillows, and I knew he’d been true to his word and hadn’t left me during the night. I flipped over onto my stomach and buried my nose into his pillow, my penis so erect it hurt. Maybe I should have ignored it until the erection went away. I inhaled Hunter’s scent and thrust against the mattress, rubbing my dick into the bed. Oh, that was nice. I would bet rutting against Hunter would be so much better, but Hunter was skittish about getting intimately involved. This would have to do for now.