His Little Sunshine by Della Cain

Chapter Twenty

Quinn

Both Declan and Brad had been nervous all week long. The fundraiser was tonight, and they were apprehensive. Not about the job they’d have to do at the end but that it might not bring in enough money for the scholarship fund. It was one thing to pay big bucks for a fancy design, quite another to have people see you doing so. Or, at least, that was Declan’s concern, one that seeped into my sweet boy.

They worked in a world of confidentiality agreements and contracts that held stiff penalties for breaching them. Their concern made sense from that perspective. But this was a Marion fundraiser. If she thought they couldn’t get the big bucks, she’d not have asked them to contribute in the first place. Marion failed at nothing. It just wasn’t who she was.

“Cousin, I am so looking forward to the winning bid being announced,” Holden said as the two were head-to-head, very much in work mode on the porch.

“Me, too.” I didn’t tell him that I was one of the ones bidding. I probably wouldn’t win. And really it had nothing to do with that. I wanted to support Brad in all that he did and to allow him to see I was ready for a nursery when he was.

He’d mentioned it in passing a few times. He liked the idea…a lot. But his mentioning of it was always when he was little. He would be playing blocks or coloring and telling me about his room that he would get one day. It was adorable, and I’d taken notes. Nothing he wanted wasn’t easily doable, and my house sure had enough room for one.

I was going to spend all my money at this event, either which way. I inherited a bunch of money from my aunt on my mom’s side, money my father thought should be put into his farm because…and I quote, “If you aren’t going to help with this farm using your hands, as is your duty, you should at least contribute financially.”

Fuck that noise.

Donating it all to LGBTQIA+ scholarships felt like the perfect way to honor my aunt and give my dad the bird. I might still be a bit salty.

“How about you? Worried about the money raised?”

He shook his head. “Not at all. Marion already called and asked if we could split the offer into two because she already had people wanting to leave bids since they would be out of town.”

I would never understand city folks.

“Best get going.” I stepped toward the door. Our luggage was already in the car. We were just trying to time things based on the traffic. Fluffy was spending the weekend with Barkly, Uncle Frank’s dog. He was technically only Declan’s uncle, but he asked me to call him that, and it stuck.

We got our boys, who ended up sitting in the back seat together talking nonstop about work. I’d have tried to steer their conversation elsewhere had they not already promised that once they hit the city limits, work was done for the weekend.

Holden had booked us each changing rooms at Collared. Brad was more confident in his little side than ever before, but he was going to be just Brad tonight. No. Not just Brad, the amazing, wonderful, how did I get so lucky as to have him in my life Brad.

We were pretty early, wanting to make sure everything was all set for the event before the chaos started. It wasn’t truly chaos. Marion would never permit that. But it would be active, and that wasn’t the time to discover a missing detail.

“Wow.” Brad hadn’t been to an event here before. If he only knew how completely understated it was in comparison to others. “The place is…wow.”

“Marion is gifted.” I held his hand, and we made our way to our room.

It would be a safe place for Brad to come to if he was overwhelmed as much as a place to stow his satchel. I doubted he would need any of his work things today, but I didn’t say a word when he brought it. I was just here for a nice night out with a side of making my aunt proud.

“Here we are.” I unlocked the door and opened it for him.

It was just a basic room, not one of the fancy ones. They’d been booked long before we got the notion. But it would do.

“Want to sit for a bit and get your bearings?” I asked. Being here for a meeting or a dinner was one thing. Tonight it would be the full atmosphere, only extra because of the fundraiser.

“I want to show you something.” He set the satchel down on the counter and opened it. “I had it made for you.”

That, I hadn’t been expecting.

He pulled out a light-blue, almost-teal shirt and handed it to me. I opened it up and wasn’t quite sure what I was seeing. It had a doodle of a sun on it and the words Sunshine’s Daddy, but I didn’t recognize it. It was too…nice…less playful and more precise, I guess.

“I drew it for you.” He pulled out a second shirt, same color but much smaller. “It matches mine.” His had my doodle on it, the one I gave him that day when I asked him to Bee Eye Sunshine. Above it, it said, Daddy’s Sunshine.

I ran my fingers across the words on my shirt.

“I thought maybe we could wear them tonight so everyone knows I belong to you.” He pulled his bottom lip in with his teeth.

“And you belong to me.” That wiped the nerves from his face. “Let me help you get yours on.”

When I thought it looked small, I’d had no idea how small. It was tight in all the right places, but, also, it was cropped.

“Damn, you look good enough to eat.” I brought his hand to my bulge. “This is from seeing you in that shirt.”

He swallowed deeply. “Put yours on, Daddy?” Like I could turn him down. I took the shirt I was wearing off and slipped it on. It was a bit tighter than I normally wore my clothing, but that was by design. Brad wanted to show me off in a place where he knew people would understand.

“What do you think?” I twirled.

“I think I’m hard, too.” He shrugged. “Should I go out there like that?”

“What are the other options?”

“You could kiss it until it’s small.” He batted those long lashes. “I mean, if you wanted to.”

I closed the distance between us. “Let’s see what the situation requires.” I popped the button of his jeans and unzipped them, pushing them both to his knees. I grabbed a towel and laid it out. “Let’s get you on the counter.” There was a mirror diagonally behind me, and it would make the image perfect.

I helped him up, the bottom of his legs still clad in denim and dangling over the side.

“Lean back, Sunshine. Get in the whole view.” His hand behind him, he followed my instructions, his eyes not on me but the mirror. “Let’s see if Daddy can kiss it small.”

I started with kisses up and down his length, slowly teasing him, loving the way he was squirming.

“It’s not soft…it’s harder.” He whimpered. “Your kisses aren’t working, Daddy.”

I licked around his tip. “Do you think that will help?” I met his eyes in the mirror. “Or do you need more?”

“I need to be in your mouth, Daddy. Suck it. Pretend it’s a lollipop. That will work. I know it will.” His desperation was increasing with each word. As much as I loved to tease him and keep him on edge, he needed this and was being very clear about what he wanted. My boy needed a reward, and I planned to give it to him.

“Like a lollipop. I can do that.” And I did. I licked, sucked, and nibbled until my sweet boy was calling my name, begging me to let him come.

I bobbed up and down, increasing pressure and speed until he exploded in my mouth. I sucked down every last drop and cleaned him off with my tongue.

“Thank you, Daddy.” He pushed himself off the counter, allowing me to get his pants back where they belonged, his cock no longer an issue. “Now, it’s your turn.”

“Oh no, Sunshine. I want everyone in this place to see how hard you make me.”