The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βMmm.β Logan scratches his chin. βSo, weβre all just character fodder, hum?β
βNot anyone whoβs intimate with me.β I put down my empty Batman mug and slide my arms around his neck. βIβd never write about you, Daddy.β
βThatβs a relief. I donβt want the whole world knowing about my erectile dysfunction.β He winks at me.
I giggle. βI have based a lot of villains on my ex and killed them off in really gruesome ways, though.β
βWell, thatβs fair enough.β He gives me a conspiratorial grin.
I snuggle my head in under his chin. βDaddy, we keep talking about me. Wonβt you tell me about your club?β
βYeah, I will, but if youβre finished your tea, how about we move this back upstairs? We can spoon and Iβll tell you all about Blunts.β
βThatβs another great Daddy idea.β I sigh.
βOkay.β He finishes his water, and I rest my palm against his throat so I can feel his Adamβs apple working. He grins at me, wraps me up in a koala-carry again, climbs out of the couch with me mashed to his chest, and carries me upstairs. Other than breathing heavily at the top of the stairs, he totes me around like I weigh nothing.
βYouβre really strong,β I observe, clinging to him as he strides down the hall to his bedroom.
βUh-huh. And heavy compared to you, little feather. Was it too much when we were in bed and I gave you my whole weight?β
βNo, I loved it.β
βGood. Youβre tiny but tough, arenβt you? My Kevlar baby doll.β
I nod. βSuper-tough.β
He chuckles. βAre you, now? Weβll see how super-tough you are in the morning. Daddyβs got a paddle with your name on it for forgetting your Ps and Qs.β
I stick my tongue out at him. He tosses me onto the bed, looms over me, sticks his finger and thumb into my mouth and pinches my tongue. βAnd then thereβs this cheeky tongue, which is begging for a clothes-pin.β
With my tongue captured, all I can do is scrunch my face up at him. βNooo-owww.β
He releases my tongue, scoops me up out of the loose towel and presses me to his chest as he kisses me. Holding me with one arm, he pulls back the rumpled covers with the other and slides me into bed. His weight crushes me into the mattress and Iβm beginning to think he wants another round before we go to sleep. But he releases me and backs away, breathing hard and grinning. I grab a pillow and throw it at him. He catches it and tosses it back at me, catching me in the face and tumbling me backwards into the bed. βDaddy!β I protest.
He shucks off his robe and hangs it on the back of door, turns off the light, then joins me in the bed. He digs me out of the pillows, rolls me over so Iβm facing away from him and curves his big body around mine. Then he pulls the covers up over us and cuddles me so tight I have to bang at his arm with my fist until he loosens his hold enough that I can breathe.
βI like having you here with me, Emmy,β he says, nuzzling my hair. βThis is what I thought about all last night. Only I didnβt know Iβd be sleeping in a bakery, gingerbread baby.β
I melt into him and stop caring about being able to breathe. βI like being here with you, Daddy. So, so much.β
βDo you need anything before bed, baby?β
I shake my head, unable to think of anything. βDo you sleep naked?β I usually do, but I brought really cute jammies: white satin with pink hearts.
βDepends on how cold it is. Tonight, itβs warm enough that Iβd like to sleep naked and use you as my blanket if I get chilly.β
Works for me. βYes, Daddy. Will you tell me about your club now?β
βUh-huh.β He cuddles me, and kisses the back of my head, and strokes my hair, while he tells me about his club. I try to pay attention, because I really do want to know all about it, but Iβm so relaxed and I really didnβt get much sleep last night, and before I know it, my eyes have closed and his voice has faded into a deep hum that lulls me to sleep.
* * *
When I wake, red morning light is filtering through his granny curtains. I blink at the light owlishly, piecing together where I am and why thereβs a log around my waist, and another over my leg, and a third poking me right up the butt.
Then I start giggling and the logs stir.
βMorning, baby doll,β Logan says, his voice deep and rough with sleep. βYou been awake long?β
That sends me off into a giggle fit.
He pokes me in the ribs with a finger.
βNot as long as Winkyβs been awake, Daddy,β I gasp out through giggles and rub back against him.
Logan grunts and pulls me in tight, pressing the length of his hard-on between my ass-cheeks. βKeep that up. Youβre giving Winky all kinds of ideas.β
βI like Daddyβs ideas. Did you sleep well?β
βYeah.β He stretches and I wriggle with relief as the logs lighten. Then they wrap around me again and being crushed seems like a fine way to spend the morning. I canβt remember the last time Iβve felt this cozy and cared for. βWe had a good seven hours there, baby doll. How about a little play and another good fucking and then we get another couple of hours before breakfast? Make up for some of the sleep we both lost Saturday night?β
He had trouble sleeping Saturday night, too? I
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