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

Maman managed to ruin that. Not a floaty, dizzy happy like the day I held my first book baby in my hands. This is a deep, peaceful happy.

I roll up onto my elbow and look into Logan’s face. He blinks at me, eyes dark and restful. “The descriptions of her ankles boring you, baby girl?”

I shake my head. “I’m happy.”

He smiles. “I’m happy, too.”

“I’m really happy.”

“Ah.” He nods sagely and puts the paperback down on the bed, open to save the page. I cured him of his habit of dog-earing books during our first week home. I mean, there’s being a Wolfy-Daddy and then there’s being a monster. “Really, really happy?”

“Insanely happy. Stupid happy.”

Daddy holds out his arms and I throw myself onto his chest. With a chuckle, he closes his arms around me and hugs me tight. “No take-backs, little girl. Once you hit stupid happy, there’s no going back. It’s a rule.”

I nuzzle his warm, daddy-scented neck. “I don’t think I saw that in our contract.”

“I’ll add it. And you know what happens to little girls who break rules?”

“They get punished,” I say, grinning into his skin.

“That’s right. A million smacky-bottoms for breaking that particular rule.”

I sigh happily. “Okay, Daddy.”

He turns onto his side and pushes his thigh between mine so I’m enveloped in his big body. So snuggly. “I’m right there with you, little girl. You know that I came tonight? Without you even touching me. I was so into our scene that I came without any other stimulus. I’ve never done that outside a wet dream. Stupid-happy, little girl.”

He kisses me, and kisses me, and somewhere in all the kisses, wrapped in my Daddy’s arms, I fall asleep.

* * *

I wake up still wrapped in my Daddy’s arms, still stupid happy, and right on the edge of an orgasm. Logan’s powering over me, driving his cock into me again and again, hitting all the right spots. He cups his hand under my neck as I open my eyes, lifting my head and pressing our foreheads together. I wrap my arms around his neck, lift my legs around his waist, and mumble a plea for permission to come before I let the pounding of his body inside and over mine take me over the edge. He grunts as I howl my release. Without even waiting for me to finish shuddering, he turns me over, pulls my hips up, slams into me from behind, and rides me to his own hot climax. He crushes me into the mattress as he finishes, sweaty and sated.

His warm lips press against my temple, smearing the wetness there. “Don’t move,” he groans.

I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to.

He stretches over me, his hips tucking in tight against my bottom, cock still nestled inside me even though he’s going soft. It’s sticky and slightly icky and I love it anyway, because I know how much this connection means to him.

“Daddy’s gift,” I whisper.

He rubs a kiss over my temple again. “That’s right, baby girl. Feel it?”

I nod dreamily.

He sweeps my hair up and over the pillow and sinks his hands into it, not tugging, just holding me down. I’m not feeling an ounce of tension, but if I were, it would drain out of me to have him controlling me. I love when he pins me and lets me have his full weight, even though it’s kind of hard to breathe. I don’t care; oxygen’s overrated anyway.

“Who do you belong to, Emmy?” he murmurs.

“You, Daddy.”

“That’s right. Every inch.” He rubs his sweaty chest over my back like he’s trying to imprint all those heavy muscles on me. “Max wants you, little girl. I don’t think that’s any surprise to you.”

Max was watching me pretty closely during the party and our scene afterwards. But I don’t think he really wants me. He just wants a little.

“Max will make a really good daddy to a little who doesn’t need pain the way I do.” Max is a good man, and already has a wonderfully protective daddy instinct, but it’ll be years before he has Logan’s experience as a Dom, and I’m not sure he’ll ever want to give his subbie real pain. “He’s not a sadist.”

“You’re getting off more and more often without pain,” Logan observes.

I am but that’s not because I’ve changed. It’s because of who’s getting me off. “Daddy’s gift.”

“Mmm. Daddy’s magic cock?”

Daddy’s magic hip action. Logan’s cock is wonderful, no question, but it’s that amazing hip action, where he jackhammers my G spot or cervix or, God help me, my ass, that makes me come like a nuclear detonation. “Uh-huh.”

“All right, let’s be clear. Max is a friend, but you belong to me. No more kissing. Hugs are fine.”

Did Max kiss me? I honestly don’t remember. Oh, wait, yes. He kissed me goodnight after I made up the guest bed for him. He didn’t stick his tongue in my mouth the way Daisy does to annoy Daddy, but it was definitely more of a I’d-like-to-be-going-to-bed-with-you kiss than an uncle-y goodnight kiss.

“Okay, Daddy.” I try to turn my head to look over my shoulder, but he’s got me pinned down too tightly. I wish I could see his expression. “Please don’t ever be jealous.”

He nuzzles my cheek. “I’ll try not to project my past shit on you, sweetheart, and you know I trust you. But no more kissing.”

I hide my grin in my shoulder. I shouldn’t be happy that Daddy’s jealous. But his possessiveness sends a little thrill through me.

“No more kissing,” I agree. “I don’t really want Max’s and Daisy’s germs anyway.”

Logan chuckles, the deep vibration running through me. “Good girl. It’s just past seven. Do you want to go back to sleep for an hour?”

“I think I better get up and make breakfast for everyone.”

“No, I said I didn’t invite people over so you’d have to cook for them. I meant it. This is New York City. There’s every kind of breakfast anyone could want in