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  “Damn, Abel! You’re so hot, even hotter than when you’re dancing, swaying your sexy ass.”

  “So, you think I’m a good pole dancer?”

  “Mmm.” Daddy Darius pumped him harder and faster. “I watched you for a month. I’d say I’m obsessed with you, your body, and your dancing.”

  Abel couldn’t form any more words; only faint whimpers left his lips. He was nearing exploding when Daddy Darius blew his load inside the condom. The warmness of his cum ignited Abel into shooting, spurt after spurt.

  “Shit! You fucked me so good I think I came harder than I ever did.” Abel collapsed facedown on the sheets, panting and still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm with Daddy Darius resting alongside him. Daddy Darius turned his head and kissed him hard on the lips. His tongue entered Abel’s mouth, their kiss completing their intense moments together as one.

  “You’re perfect for me, boy.” Daddy Darius pulled away from Abel’s lips. Sweat dripped from his hair down his face, his beautiful, bearded face. My Papa Bear, all mine.

  “No one has ever said I was perfect.” Abel pushed his hair away from his eyes.

  “Will you come home with me now?”

  “Just for the night.”

  “And after?”

  “I don’t know, Daddy Darius. We have to settle some things first.”

  “We’ll talk more tomorrow about what it means to be my Baby Bear. I’d feel better if you moved out of here. You can rent another room if you want, but this motel isn’t safe for you.”

  “Miguel and Arturo have my back.”

  “Yes, they do, but I still want you to find somewhere else to stay. Let’s get your things. I see you didn’t even unpack yet.” Daddy Darius went to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned Abel.

  “Daddy Darius, thank you. I’ve never had sex before like we had. It felt like you were making love to me. It was deeper than just fucking.”

  “It’s because I want you. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. That’s why I was chasing you all over to catch you.” Daddy Darius hugged Abel. “You feel so good in my arms, and you’re right. What we did tonight was more than fucking.”

  “I want to stay right here with you.” Abel didn’t want to move away from the comfort of Daddy Darius’s hug.

  “Me too, but I really want you in my bed tonight.” Daddy Darius kissed Abel.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Abel

  They left the motel with Abel’s belongings to Daddy Darius’s place. Abel had given in to bringing them to the cabin, but he didn’t promise he’d stay after the paint job. They hadn’t discussed his job yet. As soon as Abel had brought it up, Daddy Darius shut down the topic. In the cabin, Daddy Darius carried him over his shoulder to the bedroom. Abel could get used to this caveman behavior, Daddy Darius throwing him over his shoulder and carrying him all over the place. They undressed, folded their clothes, and placed them on top of the dresser.

  “This is where you’re going to sleep from now on. The other room is for when you need alone time.”

  “I don’t think I’ll want to be alone when you’re around.”

  “We’ll see.”

  His response made Abel smile. As if he’d get sick of him.

  “I bought you something.” Daddy Darius picked up a bag from his dresser and pulled out a wrapped present.

  “You bought me a present? I don’t understand why.” Abel sat up in bed, flabbergasted. On the compound, his father hadn’t allowed any members to celebrate birthdays or any holidays with presents. He’d forbidden everyone, not just his immediate family, although the members gave his father money and presents. His father had always said it was to show their respect. However, Abel had known his father demanded a certain percentage of money from all families. He was the biggest con artist Abel had met.

  “Because I like you, Abel, and I want to see you smile more.” Daddy Darius handed him the gift. “Open it.”

  Abel stared at the tiny teddy bears decorating the red paper without knowing how he felt about it. He opened the present carefully, without ripping it or making a mess as not to rip the adorable paper, then folded it into a rectangle. He lifted the lid of the box and gazed at the pair of two-tone blue striped pajamas with a raised teddy bear on the shirt pocket. The tag showed it was his exact size. How had Daddy Darius known his size? They were the most adorable pajamas he’d ever seen and something he’d treasure forever.

  “I love them. It has a tiny teddy bear on it. Thank you so much.” Abel was so happy that he knew his tears weren’t far away, but he had many years of practice at stopping his tears from escaping. Many times, his father had preached that real men don’t cry, which had made Abel question his own masculinity. Even happy tears were discouraged among the men; women and children were allowed to cry. Since he’d left, Abel had learned that that crap was only on the fricking compound for delusional people who didn’t think for themselves. Even Mr. Benson had shed a tear in front of Abel once.

  “I have another gift for you. I’m hoping you’ll like it, but I think you will.” Daddy Darius handed him another wrapped present.

  Abel found a fuzzy brown teddy bear wearing matching pajamas inside the box. “Oh, he’s so darn cute. Thank you so much.”

  “Put them on.” Daddy Darius pointed to the pajamas. He slipped into bed beside Abel, and watched Abel put them on.

  Abel ran his hand along the material. It was so soft. “I love these.”

  “This teddy bear symbolizes that I’m seriously considering you becoming my Baby Bear. It’s sort of a promise, like an engagement ring. When I do ask you to be my Baby Bear, and if you agree, we’ll have a ceremony at the lodge. That is where I officially claim you as my Baby Bear and give you another teddy bear that says Baby Bear Abel belongs to Papa Bear Darius. Each member will give you a miniature bear with his name on it. So you’ll end up with a collection of forty teddy bears. Then you’ll belong to the family of the Bearded Papa Bears.”

  “I don’t know what to say. It sounds like something I’d want.”

  “Just think about it for a while. I know you didn’t have stuffed animals when you were a child, but there’s no reason why I can’t give you one now.”

  “I’m so lucky you understand me. I never had toys or presents as my father didn’t allow them. This really means so much to me.” Abel wiped away a stray tear. He wanted to belong to a family, Daddy Darius’s family.

  After Daddy Darius turned off the light, he wrapped his arms around Abel. “I want you here with me every night.”

  “We’ll see how things go, but tomorrow night I have to work at the club.”

  “I know you work tomorrow night, but you also need to finish painting the porch with Sammy. He’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

  “He will?”

  “I sent him a text when I was in the club watching you. You can go to work, but you’re taking me with you to your meeting with Benson. I don’t trust him.”

  “Do you think that’s a good idea?” Daddy Darius threw another wrench in Abel’s plan again. Attending his meeting with Mr. Benson was one thing, but watching him dance every night, assuring Abel was behaving might be a bit much.

  “I don’t want anyone taking advantage of my beautiful boy. When you dance, I plan to be in the audience as much as I can because I enjoy watching you. You’re such a big turn–on, and I can keep an eye on those dirty old men.”

  “Thanks. It makes me happy that my dancing turns you on. It’s all for you.”

  “Stop talking dirty. We need to sleep, and you have a full day tomorrow.” Daddy Darius spooned Abel, and they both fell asleep within minutes.

  ***

  The bright sun overcame the morning mist and filtered in through the bedroom window. Last night, Abel had dreamed of dancing on the table of the booth in Daddy Darius’s diner. He wanted to know everything about the man before he’d agree to stay in his cabin after he finished painting the porch.

  He’d have to
think about an excuse why Daddy Darius couldn’t go to his meeting with Mr. Benson. He’d lied about signing insurance papers. There were no insurance papers because there was never insurance for the dancers. He was sure Mr. Benson wanted him to give him a blow job, since he’d been busy with Freddie yesterday. What was he supposed to do now? Either Daddy Darius would catch him in a lie, or Mr. Benson would fire him for bringing Daddy Darius to the meeting. Either way, he’d lose. Why couldn’t his life move away from stressful and impossible situations? Daddy Darius would kick his ass out of the cabin if he ever found out about what had really happened in Mr. Benson’s office yesterday afternoon when he’d begged for his job back, but that was before they’d gotten back together, before they had sex.

  Abel either had to give up Daddy Darius or quit his job because the current terms with Mr. Benson wouldn’t work anymore. He’d be just as wicked as Lucas. Giving Mr. Benson blow jobs on demand would be defined as cheating on Daddy Darius. How did he become such a wretched cheater? He refused to be like his father. Never. But if he quit his job, he’d risk being homeless when or if Daddy Darius changed his mind about him. He needed a mentor to help him make the right choices, but Daddy Darius couldn’t be that when he was part of the problem. He’d talk to Sammy today about this situation. He trusted Sammy. He’d certainly known Daddy Darius a lot longer and would know the right thing to do. Daddy Darius moaned, interrupting his thoughts.

  Daddy Darius rolled over and rubbed his erection against Abel’s ass. “Ah…hmm.”

  Abel pushed his ass back.

  “I want you again,” Daddy Darius whispered.

  “Take me. I’m all yours.” Abel’s breathing turned shallow as he inhaled his pine scent, making his balls tremble.

  Daddy Darius opened a drawer beside the bed and slid a condom over his throbbing erection.

  “This is going to be a quickie, boy.”

  Abel wanted whatever the man had to give him, and he’d take it with the greatest of pleasure. He wasn’t fussy at this point. It was so much more exciting to be with Daddy Darius for real instead of imagining him in bed while he jacked off.

  “Strip off those pretty pajamas, my pretty boy.”

  Within seconds, Abel had removed his pajamas. Abel knew how important it was to please him and be the best he could be.

  “Turn over so I can spank your ass.” The sparkle in Daddy Darius’s eyes told Abel he was in for a treat.

  Abel gladly flipped over, obeying his soon-to-be Papa Bear, or at least he hoped that was the case. He waited while Daddy Darius busied himself, doing who knew what. Abel was rock hard and anticipating all the pleasure coming his way.

  Daddy Darius tickled Abel’s bare ass with his fingers, edging closer to his crack, then behind his balls. Daddy Darius entered him with one finger, stretching him ever so gently, and Abel moaned, burning inside when the second finger moved inside him. Abel arched to take more, but Daddy Darius stopped and pulled his fingers out, leaving him empty. Daddy Darius knew what he was doing, all right. As Daddy Darius’s finger circled his butt hole, teasing him with the promise of more, Abel moaned again. Daddy Darius pushed in just a little, driving Abel crazy with desire. Abruptly, he stopped and coated Abel with more lube.

  “Relax, Baby Bear,” Daddy Darius ordered.

  Hearing Daddy Darius calling him Baby Bear turned Abel on more than he already was. His face and chest were flat on the bed with the pillow to support him. His ass was up, open to the cool air, chilling his exposed hole. He wanted Daddy Darius’s cock inside him…he’d wanted him as soon as he had awakened.

  Daddy Darius took his time admiring his lubed hole and licked his ass cheeks, bit and sucked them. “Are you a little sore from last night?”

  “I’m good, not sore at all.” Abel wanted to feel him strike his ass. “Spank me, Daddy Darius.” He smacked Abel’s ass hard, rousing the tingling feeling in his balls.

  “Do it again, Daddy Darius. Please,” Abel begged.

  Abel didn’t need to ask him twice because Daddy Darius smacked his ass another five times. The sting traveled to his balls, causing his cock to twitch and leak. It felt so good. He’d found the right Daddy. Finally. His Daddy stopped to put on a condom.

  Daddy Darius returned his attention and his index finger to Abel’s asshole. He slowly worked the length of his finger into Abel’s ass. He added more lube and fingers and gently moved them in and out. Abel grew more excited, his dick growing even harder while another drop of precum formed on his cockhead.

  Daddy Darius aimed his huge erection for his target and pushed it in, going deeper with each thrust, further burning him. The intrusion felt like it was almost tearing him apart. Abel said nothing, just panted. Daddy Darius reached under Abel, grabbing his nipple rings and twisting them until Abel jerked from the mix of pain and pleasure. He loved the attention Daddy Darius gave his nipples.

  “I can’t stop wanting to fuck you.”

  Abel looked over his shoulder. “Are you pleased with me?”

  “Pleased? Very.”

  He pounded Abel’s ass, his balls smacking against Abel, igniting a desperate need in him. When Daddy Darius brushed his sensitive spot, an involuntary shudder ran down his spine. Abel rocked in time with Daddy Darius, accepting his rigid cock as deeply as possible. Daddy Darius reached around for Abel’s cock and stroked it with his lubed fingers. He pounded him harder and harder, ramming his cock in and out with intense speed and force. The more he banged, the better Abel felt.

  Unconsciously, Abel raised his butt even higher while Daddy Darius laughed behind him. It was a kind laugh, a laugh of enjoyment. Abel amused his Daddy in bed, something he’d always wanted to do for the men he’d chosen to be his lover.

  “You know you’re a little tease, but you’re just so damn cute about it.” Daddy Darius kissed his head.

  Daddy Darius flooded the inside of his condom, setting off Abel’s orgasm, and both men grunted and moaned. The huge dick that had been pounding his butt slowly withdrew, leaving behind a chilly, empty feeling. “This is how I like our mornings to begin,” Daddy Darius said.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Abel

  After they showered together, Daddy Darius made them coffee, and they settled into the rocking chairs on the front porch. Abel couldn’t think of a nicer way to begin the day.

  “Before we go to the diner, I want to talk about the roles of a Papa Bear and a Baby Bear in our relationship.”

  “That’s a good idea. Then I don’t have to worry about it all day.” Abel smiled.

  “Never worry, Abel. When something is upsetting you, tell me about it. I’m here and can help you with your problems. You just have to learn to lean on me.”

  “What if you’re the problem?” Abel studied Daddy Darius’s eyes, trying to read his mood.

  “Then you need to talk to me about it. Don’t let a misunderstanding eat you alive and destroy us.”

  “I’ll try.” Abel didn’t want to think about something he might or might not have at some point.

  “Now, let’s talk about the Bearded Papa Bear Club first. I’m a co-owner with Noah and Bryce. The club consists of twenty couples. We usually meet on the weekends and camp in the small cabins and do all sorts of activities. You’ll get some time with just the Baby Bears while the Papa Bears meet. We might separate for an hour each day, but for the rest of the time, we’ll be together. It’s a lot of fun. Does it sound fun to you?”

  Abel nodded. “I hope you take me there some time.”

  “We’re having an event this weekend. Would you like to go with me?”

  “I have to work Saturday night.” Abel lowered his head as he thought more and more that his job was going to be a huge problem for them. Hopefully, not enough for Daddy Darius to give up on him.

  “Can’t you take this weekend off?”

  “I don’t know if Mr. Benson will give me the time off, since I just started back there, but I’ll ask him.”

  “No, I’ll ask him when we go to your
insurance meeting today.”

  “About that. I don’t think Mr. Benson wants me to bring anyone with me to the meeting.”

  “Abel, I’ve known Benson for years. It doesn’t matter what he wants. I have too much on him, and he knows it. I’m concerned about you, not him.”

  “Tell me some more about how I’m supposed to behave as a Baby Bear.” Abel forced a smile as he changed the subject.

  “You could first stop resisting giving me control over you. I’m the Papa Bear, and I’m in charge. You can say something isn’t working for you at any time in this relationship. In the end, you have the power to stay or leave. Of course, I want you to stay, but I want you to let me care for you. I won’t abandon you. Once you become mine, no one will be allowed to hurt my Baby Bear. You don’t need a job, but I’d suggest one. Sammy went crazy without working.”

  “And my dancing job?”

  “Keep your dancing job, but I’m going to be in the audience every night you work. No flirting.”

  “That’s part of the job. I don’t mean any of it. They touch me to give me money.”

  “I’m aware of that. I’m not happy with it, but I don’t want your job to set us back. We’ll deal with it, but remember, there will be rules about your job.”

  “What kind of rules?”

  “No more sex with Benson. And I mean it, Abel. If I hear about it from Benson or anyone else, you’ll either quit your job or leave me. I won’t have another boy cheat on me.”

  “Why would you even say this to me?”

  “Because I’m not stupid, and I know what Benson is up to with the boys.”

  “I’m not stupid either. Do you honestly think I’d cheat on you?” Deep down in his heart, he knew it was cheating, and he needed to find a solution for his dilemma soon. It was eating him up inside and ruining all the good he had going with Daddy Darius.