Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
“No one is going to make fun of you, Freckles. Hell, if they do, I’ll take care of them. I promise you that.”
What was wrong with her that she liked that? The idea of him sticking up for her . . . being on her side?
She’d never had anyone on her side before.
“If they do it in front of Owen, no one will ever find the bodies.”
Well. That was probably true. If a little terrifying.
“And no one else will ever see you in this or anything else unless it’s what you want. But you should know no one here would even blink an eye. Out there, in the rest of the world, our sort of relationship might be seen as weird or wrong.”
As he spoke, he lifted her from the bath and grabbed a towel to dry her. She stood there, letting him dry her off. Not even trying to hide herself.
“But here . . . we can be free to be what we want. Who we are. And a lot of people here are in different sorts of relationships. I think Hux took you to the toy store for big Little girls and boys, right?”
“Yeah. He did. Jonathan doesn’t like me to make a spectacle of myself.”
Beck stared at her hotly, the anger in his face taking her by surprise.
“Jonathan isn’t here and if he was, I’d tell him to go fuck himself.”
She sucked in a breath. “Daddy Beck, that’s a naughty word.”
“So it is. Sorry, Freckles.” He kissed the top of her head. “Now, will you let Daddy get you dressed? I promise no one will see you but the four of us.”
She nodded.
“Good girl. Sit on the toilet so I can get this on you. Do you need to go potty?”
She could feel her cheeks growing hot. “No.”
Had he seriously just asked her that?
“And I have a shy bladder.”
He grinned at her. “You don’t have to be shy in front of Daddy.”
She chewed at her lip. Maybe after she’d been with him for ten years, she’d be happy going potty.
What was she talking about? There wasn’t going to be ten years for her to get comfortable with him or the others.
She let out a sad sigh as he helped her stand so he could pull the onesie over her bottom.
“You okay, Freckles?”
“Yes, Daddy Beck.”
“Hmm. Tired?” He took hold of one hand, staring down at her scrapes. They were a lot better today.
“How are your hands feeling?”
“A lot better. Then don’t hurt.”
He grunted, but slid her hands through the arms and settled them in the mittens. Thankfully, the air conditioning kept the house cool, or she’d be roasting hot.
“Yes.” She was exhausted.
“It was a big day for a Little girl. There you are. All snug as a bug in a rug.”
She had to smile at him. “You’re silly sometimes, Daddy.”
“Am I?” He stood and took hold of her hand and the sippy cup. He also grabbed a pink brush out of a basket in the cupboard. Was that where all the Little girl stuff was kept?
Had they really bought stuff in the hopes they’d one day meet a Little?
“Come on, let’s go into the living room and I’ll brush out your hair. Then I can show you the playroom and you can see if you’d like to take a nap there.”
She stilled at the door, hesitating. This just felt like a next step. And it was scarier than letting Owen in her bed. Or giving Judd a chance. Or getting ice cream and going toy shopping with Hux.
“Be brave, Freckles. Trust me. You don’t have to worry about what you look like with us. We think you are perfect just the way you are.”
She let out a deep sigh. “Okay, Daddy Beck.”
34
Beck was surprised that his chest wasn’t puffed out to twice its size.
His girl believed that he’d keep her safe.
He led her out into the living room where Judd was vacuuming.
Judd was clearly nervous.
“Judd, man. You want to turn that off now?” he said loudly.
Judd glanced over at them, nodding. He turned it off and Chloe let out an audible sigh of relief.
Beck led her to the sofa and pulled off a cushion, putting it on the floor. Judd scowled and Beck shot him a look. When Judd was stressed, he cleaned and he tidied. Everything had to be in its place.
But he better calm down, or he was going to stress Chloe. And Beck wasn’t going to allow that.
“Sit there, Freckles. Shoot. I should have dried your hair first.” He sat behind her, taking out her hair tie.
She winced as he accidentally tugged on her hair. “Shoot, sorry, Freckles.”
“Let me.” Judd appeared beside him, holding out his hand in clear demand.
“You want to do her hair?” Beck asked.
“You know I’m better at it than you.”
That was actually true. Surprisingly, despite his lack of patience in so many areas, Judd could be very patient when it came to taking care of a Little.