Legendary Daddy by Mia Monroe (each kindness read aloud txt) 📕

I grip his hands. Is he going to tell me he loves me? Could he? That would be the most amazing thing ever.

“Bentley...I want this with you so much it leaves me breathless sometimes. There’s a little part of me still afraid to trust this, but every day I whittle away at it.” He cups my cheek. “I’m falling for you, sweet, precious boy. Slowly, you’ve put my heart and my dreams back together. I want us to last forever.”

I blink rapidly. He didn’t say love, but that was damn close.

“I want that too.”

He smiles. “Good.”

I scoot closer for a sweet kiss that quickly turns heated as Legend pulls me on top of him. I want to tell him that I’m insanely in love with him, but I know that will come in time. For now, I let my thoughts drift away, overcome by the feel of Legend’s tongue tangling with mine, his strong hands gripping my back as if he’s afraid I’ll fall if he doesn’t hold me tight, his hardening cock pressing against my thigh.

He rolls us over so I’m on my back and he’s gazing down at me. “You’re so beautiful.”

I smile. “Yes, Daddy. I’m beautiful.”

The smile my response causes is all I ever need. Seeing Legend happy and relaxed is my crack. Being the source of that is the force that pumps blood through my veins. He is my world, but somehow, I haven’t lost my balance. In fact, he’s given me a firm place to stand.

When he enters me, it’s sweet and slow, unlike most of our dirty, gritty sessions. He holds me close, kissing me, whispering words of praise until I’m on the verge of tears. His body is a perfect complement to mine. I fit against him as if I was created just for this—just for him. He draws me to my release, gently dragging me over the edge, and as I fall, smiling happily, his name dances across my lips.

“Legend.” I run my hands down his back. “Perfect Daddy.”

He smiles. “Perfect boy.”

“Bentley?”

I open my eyes, blinking to focus on Legend. “Hmm? It’s still dark.”

“Your phone is buzzing, baby.”

“Oh.” I reach for it on the nightstand, but I sit up when I see the name. “Finn? What’s wrong?”

“Shit. It’s early there, isn’t it? Did I wake you?”

“Doesn’t matter. Is something wrong?”

“He died two hours ago.” His voice cracks, tearing at my heart.

“Aw, Finny. I’m sorry.”

He sniffs. “I didn’t think I would cry, you know? I knew it was coming. The last couple of weeks were hard to see him. It’s still hard.”

“Of course it is. It’s okay to cry.”

“I need you. I feel so lost and alone right now. There are so many questions, and I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll find a flight right away. I’ll get there as soon as I can, okay?”

“Thank you.”

“Where are you right now?”

“Just got back to my apartment from the hospital.”

“Okay. Stay there. You don’t have to make any decisions today.”

“Okay. I can do that. Thanks, Bents.”

“Of course.”

I hang up, rubbing my forehead. “Finn’s dad passed away. He’s a mess. I have to get to Ohio as soon as possible.”

Legend nods. “I’ll look online for a flight while you pack and shower.”

“Can you come?”

His eyes widen. “Come to Ohio?”

I nod. “I don’t know how to help Finn. I don’t want to go by myself. You could meet my family too if you don’t hate that idea.”

His features soften. “Is that what you want?”

“Very much, and I want Finn to know he has a place here in LA. I could help him find an apartment and work and stuff.”

“He could stay here for a while. We have space.”

My heart beats hard in my chest. “Really?”

“Really.” Legend smiles. “It sounds like he needs a soft place to land for a bit.”

“You’re too good, Legend.”

“Why? Because I want to make my boy happy and help a friend?”

“You’re generous.”

“I have it to give.”

I tap his chest over his heart. “I meant with this.”

Twenty-One

Legend

After a rushed morning of buying plane tickets and getting packed, the two of us step off the plane in Bentley’s home state of Ohio. I’ve never been anywhere this far east before, and saying it couldn’t be more different than Los Angeles is an understatement. It’s definitely quieter, much more spread out. It looks like a pure place to grow up.

We walk through the airport, Bentley holding my hand and explaining to me that he’d rather just grab a taxi over to his friend’s apartment before telling his parents that he’s in town because they’ll monopolize his time.

We make it to ground transportation and, as we wait, another key difference from being in LA becomes noticeable. People look at us, a mixture of curiosity and judgment on their faces. An older woman waiting next to us glances down at our entwined hands, then up at me. She smiles when she sees me looking at her.

“Cute that your son still likes to hold hands.” There’s a question in her tone as if she’s trying to confirm her assumption.

Bentley looks at her and scoffs. “Oh honey, this is not my father.” He smiles. “But he is my Daddy.” He gives her a cheeky wink as she startles.

“Oh.” She moves away from us, and we both laugh.

“Think I should’ve worn my ‘Porn Stars do it for an audience’ T-shirt?”

Bentley pokes my tummy. “That would’ve been funny.”

It’s our turn for the taxi, so we slip in and make our way across town to where Finn lives. I’m excited to meet Bentley’s friends and family and see where he grew up. I just wish it was under different circumstances.

Once we arrive at the apartments, we grab our things and pay the driver, then head up to Finn’s apartment. Bentley knocks on his door. And as soon as it opens, a tall, lanky kid falls into Bentley’s open arms. He sobs on his shoulder, so I turn around to give them a moment of privacy.

After a few minutes, Finn