Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
He didn’t care how much money the other man had.
“Thanks,” he said to Clint.
Clint grinned. “No problem. I like our chats, Remy. Straight and to the point.” He wandered off with a wave.
What chats? They’d never had a chat before.
God . . . he didn’t intend for this to become a thing, did he?
Remy had just finished cleaning up his dishes from dinner when the phone rang. He liked to cook his own food and thankfully his cabin had a small kitchen.
He smiled as he saw it was Isa video calling. Her smiling face appeared on the screen and his fears instantly eased.
Yeah, sometimes he felt like he was on the outside, looking in. But they hadn’t made him feel that way. These feelings had started long before he’d met them. And it was his own fault. He’d pushed everyone away. Moved around so he didn’t have to settle down, didn’t have to make friends.
And now that he’d found a place he wanted to be . . . well, he guessed he was scared of losing that.
“Daddy? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“Just missing you, baby girl.”
Her smile dropped. Shit. He didn’t mean to make her feel bad. “I miss you too, Daddy. Do you want me to come stay the night with you?”
Yes.
But he’d never say that.
“No, baby. It’s nearly your bedtime and you have work tomorrow. Coming here would add to your commute in the morning.”
“I don’t care. And I don’t have a bedtime.”
He frowned. “You should. What time do you usually go to bed?”
“Umm. I don’t think I want to answer that.”
“On what grounds?” he asked.
“On the grounds that you look like you’re in a spanky mood. And I wants to sit tomorrow.”
Lord, she was trouble.
But the very best sort.
“You’re going to start going to bed at ten.”
“Ten?” she gasped. “Nooo.”
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Loki appeared on the screen. “Hey, Remy.”
“Hi. I was just telling our girl that her new bedtime is ten. Unless it’s the weekend. Then it’s midnight.”
“Whoa. How are you going to manage that, Tink?” Loki teased, running his hand down her hair. She leaned into him.
It felt like there was something in their gazes as they stared at each other . . .
“I won’t! I’ll die!”
Remy snorted. “I promise you won’t die.”
Loki grinned. “I’ll leave you two to your chat. See you tomorrow night, Remy.”
Remy just nodded as he studied his girl. She was a bit pale. Getting to bed early would be good for her. “Are you being a good girl for Loki?”
She blushed. “I’m always good, Daddy.”
“Hmm, tell me how good. Has he been taking care of you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“With his mouth? His hands? His tongue? His cock?”
“Daddy!” She put her hands over her cheeks. “Yes!”
Ahh, so they’d had sex. He thought so. And he was happy for them. And he definitely wasn’t jealous.
Maybe just a bit.
“Are you upset?” Her lip was trembling and he realized he’d been quiet too long.
“No, baby. Fuck. Of course not. Just thinking about all the ways I want to have you.”
She gave him a small smile. “It just happened . . . you don’t feel left out, do you? Like we did it behind your back?”
“Isabelle, no,” he said firmly, not liking the way she was wringing her hands together. “I don’t feel like that at all. I expected this. Do I wish I was with you? Of course I do. But I am happy for you. Unless he didn’t make it good for you?”
“What? Of course he did!”
He grinned to let her know he’d been joking.
“Get your pajamas on and brush your teeth and I’ll put you to bed.”
“But it’s only nine, Daddy!”
“Thought I could read you a bedtime story.” He held up a book for her to see.
“Is that . . . is that . . .?”
“A CJ Bennett book hot off the press? Yep.”
“I haven’t had a chance to even buy it yet.”
“Well, if you want the story, you better hop to it and get ready for bed.”
“Daddy, are you sure you can manage to read it? I mean . . . all those words.”
“Hurry, brat. Before I change my mind and text Loki to spank you instead.”
She squealed and rushed off.
Happiness filled him. This wasn’t perfect. But for now . . . it was right.
Isa had never been nervous about a quiz night before.
But walking in with Loki and Remy . . . it was about making a statement and she knew her friends would freak.
In a good way.
She hoped.
Stepping into the room, no one noticed them to begin with. Then people would give them a second look, taking in the tight hold she had on Loki’s hand.
The hand Remy had on the back of her neck.
They parted to give them way. It could be because of her guys’ size or because they were all in shock.