The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) 📕

I finish his heel, set his oily foot on the towel, and pick up his other foot.

I’ve worked over his toes, to the ball of his foot, and am rubbing my thumbs firmly up and down his instep, when he says, “I knew something was wrong. Miranda was never a sweet sub. She always made me work for it. And she never made time for me around the holidays. Those were for her real family.”

Could he sound any more bitter? My heart breaks harder for him.

“Those last couple of months, she couldn’t do enough for me. Couldn’t see enough of me. She flew over on bloody Boxing Day. I should have known.”

That she’d gone off birth control and was using him to try to get pregnant? Why would anyone suspect that?

“No,” I say, looking up at him earnestly. “There’s no way you could have known. There could have been a thousand reasons her behavior changed. How could you have guessed?”

He cups my cheek. “I’m supposed to understand my bottoms. That’s what I do, sweetheart.”

“You said you weren’t a mind-reader.”

He exhales heavily. “No, I’m not. I knew something was off, but I never, ever guessed she’d do that. I knew she’d lied to me, but I never suspected it was about going off birth control. And now, fuck. What am I going to do if I’m the father?”

I put his other foot on the towel before I stretch up to hug him. He pulls me up into his lap, rearranging me into the koala-baby position, which is super uncomfortable with the butt plug still in. But it gives him comfort, so I hold him tightly and rub my face in his neck. The warm spice of his aftershave saturates my lungs.

“You’re thinking too far ahead, Daddy,” I say softly. “I do it, too. I get ten steps ahead of myself and worry to death about things that might never happen.”

He rubs his hands up and down my back, like he’s soothing me. “You do, huh?”

I nod into his neck. “You just have to take it one step at a time.”

“She won’t even take the first step,” he responds. “She refused, point-blank, to take a damn paternity test. She says she’s sure Colin’s the father.”

Colin who threatened to kill the baby, if I heard right. How horrible. That’s got to be crazy-making all on its own for someone as protective as Logan.

“Can you force her to get tested?” I ask.

“I have no idea,” he says. “And I don’t know if it makes any difference that I’m over here and they’re in England. There might be different laws. There’s too much I don’t know.”

“You can find out. I bet there’s lots of stuff on the internet. I can help. I have mad research skillz, Daddy.”

He chuckles brokenly. “Mad skillz, huh? Well, I’d be nuts not to take you up on that offer, my little bestselling author.”

I should never have shown him my book. I’m glad my face is buried in his neck so he can’t see me roll my eyes.

“Baby, I can’t cut into your free time any more than I already have—”

I lift my head and look into his face. He’s not as tense as he was, but the pain’s still there. I see it in his eyes, the tight set of his mouth. I wish Miranda could see him now. There’s no way she’d have done this if she could see what she’s inflicted on him. Not if she ever cared about him at all. Not if she has a soul.

I cup his cheek, which feels freshly shaven. He shaved while I was napping so we could play when I woke up. My wonderful, thoughtful Daddy.

“This is important. I want to help. I know I’m your little and you take care of me, but this is something I can do for you. There’s not a lot I can do for you because you’re all domly, but this is something I can do. Please let me help, Daddy.”

He hugs me tighter and coaxes my face back down into his neck. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, pressing kisses to my temple. “And so there’s no doubt, you do a lot for me. Every time you submit to me, you make me feel like a million bucks. I have no complaints. But I’d appreciate you helping me with this.”

We sit for a few minutes, hugging, stroking, silently supporting each other.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re still plugged. C’mon, we need to get that out of you.”

He remembered, thank the Lord.

“Okay, Daddy,” I say, like it’s no big deal. In the face of his pain, it’s really not, although my butt’s getting extremely sore.

Logan leads me to my bathroom and bends me over the sink. I shudder with dread at what he’s seeing. He put a condom on Morris but didn’t use one on Stanley. I’ve had Stanley in all while I slept. It must be disgusting, but you’d never know from the way Logan deals with it. He folds back my pirate nightie, piles a little toilet tissue on the small of my back, and rubs his hand up and down my spine as he removes the plug.

“Is it okay for me to ask a question?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He wipes me, helps me straighten up, and turns on the water to wash the plug and his hands.

“Why would she, um, try to make you the father?”

“I have no idea. She knew how I’d react.”

If his response was so predictable, did she do it on purpose? To make him break up with her? Or was it the opposite? Was she trying to make him break his own rules to prove how much she meant to him? I know some subs test their Doms like that. Even though I don’t think it’s the healthiest thing, I understand the impulse.

“What the fuck was she even thinking?” Logan continues. “Her husband’s a poster boy for the frigging Aryan Nation. So’s Miranda. What was she planning to tell him if she gave