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‘Grrrr. No, I certainly did not,’ Harrison said, shaking his head in mock anger. ‘What I did do, was beat Zane at his own game and manage to make several incredibly tricky jumps.’

‘Well done!’ Sammy said, full of awe and admiration of this incredibly sexy, rugged man who was standing before him. ‘You could probably beat anyone at anything, if that’s what you wanted. You’re sooooo strong and big.’

Sammy felt himself blush. Had he gone too far? How would Harrison feel about him being a little bit on the flirty side?

Suddenly, Sammy didn’t know what to say or even where to look.

Harrison looked muddy, sweaty, and his biceps were looking extra-swollen from all the arm work he had done when he was out climbing.

‘Time for me to hop in the shower, boy,’ Harrison said, breaking the tension momentarily. ‘No peeking.’

Sammy gasped.

Is Harrison… flirting back?

OMG I don’t know if this is good, bad, or totally insanely great?

Gulp… this might get out of hand…

Sammy knew in that moment that there was something happening between him and Harrison that was about way more than just a social media detox.

Sammy sat at the kitchen table and listened to the shower go on. The very idea of Harrison being in the bathroom, naked and standing underneath a powerful jet of hot water was enough to make Sammy want to pull his shorts down and play with himself right there and then.

Sammy couldn’t remember the last time he had felt lust like this for a Daddy. Sammy knew that he connected with Harrison on a personal level, but the physical side of things was spiraling out of all control – and fast.

Sammy could feel his dick hardening in his briefs. It wasn’t a lazy, semi-erection either. Sammy was going fully hard, and it seemed like the harder he tried to not think about Harrison’s wet, most likely soapy naked body the more aroused Sammy got.

But suddenly, the sound of the shower came to an abrupt end.

‘Boy! Get here right this second!’ Harrison shouted, his voice full of genuine anger and frustration. ‘Ten… nine… eight… HERE! NOW!’

Sammy felt like he was in serious trouble, but he had no idea why or what for. Without thinking, Sammy sprung up from the kitchen table and knocked over his carton of new coloring pencils. With his coloring paper flying across the kitchen in his wake, Sammy ran toward the bathroom.

Sammy suspected that he was about to find out exactly what Harrison was angry about, but two things remained unclear – what did it have to do with Sammy, and what would the consequences for him be?

Chapter 8

HARRISON

‘Three… two… one!’ Harrison bellowed, the sight of a panicked Sammy poking his head into the bathroom doing little to calm Harrison down.

Grrrr. This boy is in trouble.

Big, butt-stinging trouble at that…

While he was queuing to buy the drinks earlier that day, Harrison had noticed Sammy acting a little suspiciously. Maybe it was the natural born author in him, or maybe the Daddy, but Harrison’s senses had told him that something was amiss.

But, at the time, Harrison had decided not to pursue it. After all, what could Sammy have possibly been doing? They were having a great morning, and the last thing Harrison wanted was to interrogate the boy now that he appeared to be losing the fatigue and stress that his overburdened life had given him.

During his afternoon climbing with Zane, Harrison had explained Sammy’s situation with his manager, the exhaustion he felt, and the idea behind him coming to stay upstate. Harrison had also explained that Sammy would be fully off social media for the duration, something that Harrison passionately felt would be of great help to Sammy.

Zane had agreed that this all sounded good. But there had been a hint of caution in Zane’s words too – as far as Zane was concerned, it would be easier to put a Daddy on Mars than it would be to keep a boy off his social media accounts for more than a day or so.

Perhaps it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Harrison then when he received a message from Zane a couple of minutes ago informing him that all of Sammy’s social media accounts had brand new videos uploaded, status updates, and even the promise of more to come over the coming days.

This wasn’t good.

In fact, it was enough to make Harrison angrily slam his phone down on the marble bathroom worksurface. It was a miracle that his own phone hadn’t been shattered. But rather than take his anger out on his phone, there was a far more deserving target standing right in front of him.