Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Chapter 15
Milo
“I like being taken care of, Daddy.” I should’ve been able to find more words. I’d read enough self-help books that it should’ve worked, but the words that would’ve explained stuff had wandered off. “Thank you.”
My dick was going up and down like a yo-yo, thoroughly confused about what we were doing, but it liked when Daddy kissed my head again. “You’re welcome.”
He sounded sweet but when he sighed, I knew he was going to be ridiculous. “But you have to promise to remember that when I start driving you crazy.”
Yep, I was going to get a babysitter of some sort.
“Deal.” Getting myself under control, I straightened enough to kiss his cheek before I went back to snuggling against him.
He seemed to realize I wasn’t hiding any longer because his hug turned to soft caresses and his lips started wandering down my jaw and around to my ear. “I like it when you agree with me.”
He was such a brat.
But he seemed honestly serious about that and it made me laugh. “I bet you loved it when I didn’t argue about you picking me up from the diner, huh?”
He was an adorable brat.
“Yes.” Nibbling on my ear might’ve made him less of a brat, though. “You make me imagine doing wicked things to you when you’re a good boy.”
Ugh.
“That’s cheating.” He was definitely a brat and he knew it. He almost laughed. “What kind of wicked things?”
His sexy groan and the way his hands tightened on me said he had a good answer to my question. “Rewards for my good boy, mostly. Spankings. Edging you. Showing you the new grown-up toys that arrived earlier.”
Oh.
“I…I like being a good boy, Daddy.” He had the best ideas. “And…and I promise that I’d have told you if I didn’t want to come. I like being with you.”
Daddy kept calling it home like it was already my home too.
Part of me that was stubborn and liked holding on to the past said how ridiculous that was, but this was Daddy. He’d already proven that he liked crazy people and I wasn’t nearly as annoying as his family. He liked Dally. Hell, he even liked taking care of me and he smiled every time he saw me.
He’d even made my lunch.
Yep. I wasn’t going to look for problems I didn’t have.
Besides, I’d known him longer than Dally had known the guy he’d met at the gas station and they’d lived together for six months.
Nine if I counted the time that Jim or Jake or Jack had been in prison.
What had his name been?
Ugh.
“Daddy?” Kissing his neck, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
“Yes, baby.” One hand slid lower to knead my ass but the other came up to pet my head. “I think you’ve started to drift.”
“Yeah.” I liked how smart he was. “I’m green but I’m…too distracted?”
I wouldn’t have told anyone else that but this was Daddy…and he’d already figured it out.
“Then let’s empty out that busy head of yours and then I’ll fill your ass.” Daddy kissed my neck sweetly after saying the dirty sentence. “How does that sound?”
“Perfect.” Sweet and naughty. “Will you really fill me?”
Were we thinking the same thing?
“Yes. Dally sent me your last test results and I sent him mine.” Daddy’s dry tone said he knew how insane that sounded but he played along like it was normal. “So we’re good to go.”
Yay.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I was probably going to owe Dally flowers or something. “That was what I wanted.”
“You’ve got two bossy men taking care of you, so you shouldn’t be surprised when we read your mind.” Daddy sighed. “Or your diary? Dally wasn’t clear about how he figured that part out.”
Giggling, I wiggled against him. “Empty head time, Daddy.”
His huff made me laugh. “I’m not going to ask how that conversation came up or Victor might explain it to me.”
Probably.
As I laughed again, Daddy nibbled on my neck. “Naughty boy. You distracted me when I was trying to distract you. I even talked about filling your ass with cum and you still distracted me.”
Well, he wasn’t wrong but I wasn’t sure he was right.
“I…I think I was answering a question?” Yes. “I was being helpful.”
Probably?
Daddy’s snort said he was questioning that, but I decided not to argue with him when he smacked my butt. “Let’s see if we can correct this naughty behavior.”
Yes!
Spanking time.
Nothing that came out of my mouth would’ve been right for the scene, so I just nodded and tried to look sorry. It probably didn’t work but it was the best I could do. Daddy took one look at me as I straightened and he pressed his lips together, but he managed not to laugh either.
So we were both amazing and I was going to get a spanking.
“On the bed and over my lap.” He did better when it was time to glare at me and my dick went back to being happy again.