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  It’s Still Just Us

  Sequel to It’s Just Us

  R. Phoenix

  Chris McHart

  It’s Just Us

  Copyright April 2019 by R. Phoenix & Chris McHart

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This book is meant for sale to adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and language which may be considered offensive. All sexually active characters in this work are eighteen (18) years of age or older.

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  About R. Phoenix

  About Chris McHart

  Also by R. Phoenix

  Also by Chris McHart

  Chapter One

  Carter

  Micah still smelled like dog, but it didn’t bother me. Nothing did, not when he was cuddled up in my lap on the couch. The dog-smell wasn’t new or surprising, anyway. He’d had a shift at the animal shelter, then he’d immediately come home and started playing with Snowflake. I’d seen them through the living room window, running and playing fetch in the garden.

  “You need a bath,” I told him, even as I ran my fingers through his tangled hair and tugged lightly on the strands.

  He only grinned up at me around his pacifier and nuzzled my neck.

  I picked up the remote and turned the TV off. It wasn’t like we were watching it anyway, and besides… “I got you something,” I told him.

  He perked up, straightening in my lap and looking expectantly at me.

  I chuckled. “You can’t have it until after bath time.”

  Micah popped the pacifier out of his mouth and pouted. “Oh, that’s just mean. Bath time is after dinner, and we haven’t even had dinner yet.”

  “Still, change of plans today. I got dinner started, so I have time to give you your bath first, while it cooks.” I tugged at his hair again until he bent his head back and I could kiss his full, tempting lips.

  “With bubbles?” Micah asked as I released him.

  “Of course. Lots and lots and lots of bubbles. And the strawberry body wash, so you’ll smell all nice and sweet for Daddy later.”

  “Mm. And that might be good, why?” Micah blinked up at me from beneath his long lashes, moving his ass… completely innocently, of course, right over my cock. Little minx.

  I tickled him, digging my fingers in his ribs, and he yelped through his laughter. As he moved, trying to get away from me, he dropped the pacifier — and rubbed some more over my cock. “Behave, you. Or we won’t even get to bath time. And if there’s no bath time, you won’t get your present.”

  He picked up the pacifier from the couch and tossed it onto the coffee table, pouting slightly. “Look what you made me do. Now you’re going to have to clean it.”

  “I am going to have to clean it?” I asked, arching a brow, my fingers already at his ribs again.

  He smiled sweetly at me even as he giggled, batting his eyelashes at me. “You’re my daddy. Daddies clean up after their boys.”

  “Not when their boys are being naughty.” I tried to sound stern and probably failed.

  “I can’t help it that you tickled me and I dropped it,” he informed me, poking my nose with his fingertip. “It was an accident. That falls under daddy territory.”

  “You know what else falls under daddy territory?” I asked him while I started lifting him off my lap.

  Micah shook his head.

  “Spanking little boys who are way too mouthy.”

  “Is that a threat or a promise, Daddy?”

  “Which do you want it to be?” I meant to sound teasing, but the question ended up coming out more seriously than I’d intended.

  He stilled, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face, but none that I could decipher clearly.

  “I’m just teasing you,” I said quickly, since I didn’t want to overwhelm him. He’d gotten so much more comfortable being my little, but sometimes, it just got too much for him. We moved at Micah’s pace, not mine, especially when it came to things like trying a spanking.

  Micah paused, looking at me. “No, it’s… I’m curious.” He chewed his full bottom lip. “I’m not saying no. I mean, Sean seems to like getting spanked. He does things just to get spanked. So it can’t be that bad, can it?”

  “It wouldn’t be bad at all,” I told him, standing up and pulling him into my arms. “I think you’d like it.”

  “Really?” Micah swallowed hard.

  I nodded, kissing the top of his head. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t think you would. Maybe not as an ‘all the time’ thing, but as a ‘sometimes’ thing.”

  “I’m not sure… but I trust you, Daddy.” He looked at me again, and I bent down to kiss him again. I couldn’t resist those lips.

  “Thank you, baby. But first, bath, then dinner, then present. If we feel like it, we can try a spanking later. And if you don’t like it, we’ll simply stop, okay?” I took his hand to lead him to the bathroom. As much as I loved Snowflake, I wasn’t that much of a fan of having my baby smell like a wet dog. I’d rather have the fine scent of strawberries and baby powder on him.

  Micah didn’t follow me, giving me puppy eyes instead. “Maybe since you said after the bath, you could give it to me before dinner?”

  “That depends on your behavior, baby. Right now, I’m not seeing anything that makes me want to give you your present right after your bath…” I teased.

  I hadn’t finished speaking before he was hurrying up the stairs. “I’m going! I’m already up here. Where are you, Daddy?”

  With a huge smile on my lips, I followed my baby upstairs, ready to give him his bath… then his present.

  Micah didn’t even dawdle during his bath, far too anxious to get his gift.

  I looked forward to it, too, knowing how much he’d love it. Still, he needed a bath first, so I washed his hair with the strawberry shampoo and made sure he was squeaky clean everywhere.

  By the time I was nearly done, he was hard, biting his lip and looking at me with lowered lashes. I shook my head even as I carefully wrapped my washcloth-covered fingers around his hard cock.

  “Not yet, baby.” I smiled at him. “Dinner first, then present. You need to eat and get some rest.” I slowly cleaned his cock with the washcloth, and he shivered.

  Micah’s bottom lip wobbled. “But Daddy, that’s just mean. You get me all hot and—”

  “Shh.” Wrapping him in a soft towel, I helped him out of the bathtub. “You’ll get more rewards later if you’re my good boy now.”

 
Micah didn’t seem to be convinced, but I could see the moment he accepted I was in charge and we’d do things in the order I wanted to. Warmth spread through me as he yielded.

  I took his hand and led him to the nursery. “Hop on the changing table, baby.” I took my time drying him off, using baby powder on all the important places. By the time I’d made sure he was thoroughly powdered, I was rock hard, too. The smell alone was something that never failed to get me, and Micah had worn it to our very first real date… so it carried lots of memories for me.

  And, well, having him here, on the changing table, hard and ready and willing to be put into his onesie… At this rate, I wasn’t even sure we’d make it to dinner.

  I grabbed a pair of his panties from the dresser, and my cock throbbed. Between the baby powder scent and the thought of seeing him in his silken underwear, I was losing control fast. From the way he looked at me, with his eyes sparkling, he knew it, too.

  He reached out, gently running his knuckles over the zipper of my jeans — right over my erection.

  “You can always give me my reward now…” Micah said, biting his bottom lip as he peered up at me through long lashes. “Or I can give you yours.”

  “Brat.” But I laughed as I slid the panties onto him. He damn well knew how he affected me, and he loved to get me to the point where I broke my own rules.

  Micah was pouting again, but his eyes were bright. It was a shame I’d already applied baby powder. Otherwise I might have taken him in my mouth for a bit. But as good as it smelled, it tasted horrible, so I held back.

  I did tease him a bit more, though, rubbing his cock until it peeked out from under the silk of his panties. Micah didn’t stop complaining, making me pretty sure this was going to end in a spanking. Was that what he was trying to do? He was usually playful, but this level of brattiness was usually something I saw from Sean, not Micah.

  It was something I’d seen from Nicholas, too, and I felt a pang at the thought of him. But it was getting easier to move past the memories. Even though I’d always hold them dear, Micah filled the void Nicholas had left behind. It had been jarring at first, but now I simply accepted it.

  As I grabbed a onesie with stars on it, my gaze fell on the diapers. I’d never put them away, but we’d also never tried them after the first disastrous time. After my parents had walked in on us and freaked out, they had turned them from something to explore into something truly taboo.

  Micah followed my gaze, but I couldn’t read his expression as he took in the sight of the diapers. He didn’t say anything about them, and he raised his arms so I could put the onesie on him. I took the hint, sliding it onto him.

  “Lie back,” I told him.

  He obeyed, peering up at me as I pulled the bottom panel of the onesie out from under his ass and snapped it into place. My hand ran lightly over his erection again as I did, and he moaned in protest.

  “You’re just being cruel now, Daddy,” he whined.

  I kissed him, but I didn’t take my hand off his cock. “Are you calling the one who bought you a present cruel, baby?” I asked him with a grin.

  “You keep teasing me with it, but at the rate you’re moving, I just hope it’s nothing that can go bad.”

  “Oh, brat.” I helped him to sit up, then he jumped from the table. As he stood, I swatted his ass lightly and he looked up at me.

  “Was that too much?” he asked, suddenly serious again. He looked at me, all playfulness gone.

  I pulled him into my arms, resting my head on his. “Never. I love this playful side of you, baby. What you’re doing is teasing and being a little bratty. You’re not really disrespectful. And if you ever cross the line accidentally, I’ll let you know, okay?” I kissed his hair, enjoying the smell of strawberries. “I love seeing this side of you and hope you’ll get more comfortable showing it over time. Whatever you do, count on me liking it, baby.”

  Micah pressed closer, nodding against my chest. “Thank you, Daddy. I was just… It was kind of fun, but then you slapped my ass and I worried it was too much…”

  “I swatted it lightly to show you you’re a brat, but it was more meant as a… how do I put it… as a reaction to you being this playful. Not as a punishment. That will be different, and you’ll know it.”

  He nodded again, but still hid his face.

  “All right, baby?” I kissed him again, then placed my fingers under his chin to raise his head.

  Micah looked up at me, and the trust and love in his eyes took my breath away. He was so beautiful and stunning. How did I get so lucky to not only have one man like this in my lifetime, but two? Very different men, but yet, Nicholas had completed me, and now Micah did, too.

  “I love you, baby.”

  “Love you too, Daddy.” He stood on his toes to kiss me, then pressed himself closer again. “Thank you for being my daddy.”

  Micah’s sudden mood change had thrown me, but he seemed to have gotten through it. It was just natural he’d doubt himself when it got to be too much, but he’d learn that I loved this side of him, just like I loved him. He hadn’t returned to being as playful as before, but he was still in a good mood. He managed to sit through dinner, before I gave him his present.

  If I hadn’t been feeding him, he would’ve eaten faster, but I made him take his time and actually chew his food. When we were completely done, he was wriggling around in his chair, even though he didn’t beg — much.

  I got up and came back with the package, which was carefully wrapped in pink paper.

  Micah watched with bright, inquisitive eyes as I set it in front of him. Despite his eagerness throughout the entire afternoon, he was careful to open it. He was just as meticulous about unwrapping the present as he was about coloring, and he peeled it off all in one sheet instead of ripping it off in pieces.

  “It’s too pretty to ruin,” he said, blushing a little as he glanced at me to see my reaction. He opened the small box that had been beneath the paper, and his eyes widened a little as he saw the lacy lingerie in front of him.

  His lips parted even though he didn’t speak, and he touched the pink lace.

  “You can take it out,” I encouraged him. I was hard just thinking about him touching it, holding it — not to mention wearing it.

  “Now who’s being impatient?” he asked me with a glimmer of the earlier playfulness. He was still more serious now, though. He took it out of the box though, slowly holding up the bodysuit until he could see the whole thing.

  The pink lace teased the eye, covering just enough to tempt but leaving enough visible to keep things interesting. It was clear from the crotch area of the garment that it had been designed specifically for a male.

  Micah stared at me, looking stunned after he’d taken in the sight of it. “Where did you find this?” he asked in a whisper.

  A little uncertain, I frowned. “Do you like it?”

  “It… Of course I like it. I love it. It’s perfect. I just didn’t know they made things like this for… you know… men,” he said. He held it against himself. “Do you think it will look good?”

  “Only one way to find out, don’t you think?” I winked at him, then adjusted myself carefully in my pants. At this rate, I wouldn’t even need to touch him. I’d come once I saw him in it.

  “Yeah… help me put it on, Daddy?”

  I knew there was a fault in this plan. Well, not really, I’d looked forward to it, but the idea of trying to get him into it without coming — I stopped my thoughts and then nodded. “Yes, I’ll help you. Are you ready for some cuddle time on the couch?”

  Micah blinked at me. “…Cuddle time?” he asked, like I’d just spoken a foreign language. “You bought me that, you’re going to help me put it on, and you expect cuddle time?”

  I snorted. “Well, maybe I can be convinced to do a bit more…”

  Micah glared at me. “You’re just mean today, Daddy.”

  Chuckling, I offered him my hand. “Come on, baby boy. Let’s go see how you look
in Daddy’s gift.”

  He got up and followed me into the nursery, clutching the bodysuit like he thought someone was going to take it away from him. He’d come so far with being comfortable wearing his panties, and I was glad he was ready to take it to this next step.

  I got him undressed, and as soon as he was naked, I couldn’t help myself any longer. I got down on my knees in front of him, taking the head of his cock into my mouth.

  His lips parted in surprise, but it quickly turned into a moan as he buried his fingers in my hair. I could still taste hints of baby powder, but I needed him too badly to care. He might’ve complained that I’d been teasing him all day, but I’d been tormenting myself, too.

  I took more of him past my lips, swallowing around his cock. He jerked, getting even harder.

  “Daddy…” He wasn’t able to say anything more, which made me proud whenever it happened.

  His fingers clutched my hair as I started working him while my fingers cupped his ass, spreading the firm cheeks.

  “Daddy… the thing…” He was panting, his hips moving slowly back and forth.

  With a sigh, I slowly released him from my mouth. Right. His present. I needed to put it on him.

  “I want to come wearing it for you,” he said, grabbing it from the changing table and caressing the soft fabric. “Do you really think it’ll look good on me?” His eyes were so full of uncertainty, and I rose to capture his lips with my own.

  “I think it’ll look perfect,” I told him. “Slide your legs in, and then arms up.” I helped him, and together, we wrestled it over his legs then up his arms.