Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He tried to cover his laughter with a cough, but it didn’t really work. “Then I’ll do my best to make sure surprises and presents are worth it.”
“They don’t have to be big. One book you picked out would be very nice. A small bunch of flowers you picked. Don’t forget my neighbor makes them grow out of season, so I don’t think you should ever have to pay for flowers. Oh, and I like peanut M&M’s.”
Making him guess about what to give me seemed counterproductive.
He made a thinking sound as we turned again. “Any allergies?”
“Oh, that’s a good question. No.” Boyd was very smart.
“Favorite color?” He laughed when I scrunched up my face.
“Colors are hard. They’re all very nice. Like books. But I always end up with a lot of brown. That’s a nice color too, though. So anything that goes with brown?” I got distracted as we pulled into a slightly overgrown driveway and ended up in front of a wonderful Craftsman home with a beautifully deep porch. “Oh, you have a swing.”
That was a very Daddy thing to have.
“It’s got pillows too.” Boyd sounded like he was trying not to laugh again, but I was still too focused on the house to really notice. “I like brown and I think it’s a good favorite color to have.”
His smile made him look like he was barely holding back giggles.
What was so funny?
“I’m pretty sure favorite colors are supposed to be brighter. That’s what my mother said.” She always seemed to be right about odd things like that, so I’d stopped arguing with her. It was just too hard to research appropriate favorite colors and she was always so confident.
“No, I think you could even say black, but brown is much better, so I’m not going to change my mind.” Boyd sounded very confident too…and he was still finding something very funny.
What was so funny?
Oh, Daddy was brown…well, his dragon was a mix of browns and golds.
Shoot.
His eyes twinkled as that realization dawned on me, but he didn’t call me out. “And as a Daddy, it’s my right to declare myself correct.”
I liked that logic as long as he only used it against my family.
“What are the rules for that?” Yes, I needed to know the details so I could figure out a way around it. “You can’t just make up rules willy-nilly.”
A grin flashed across his face before it was gone in a split second. “Yes, I can. That’s another rule.”
Boyd looked like he was bouncing as he got out of the car. “And I’m not sure good boys argue with their Daddies.”
Oh, he was sneaky.
Argue about his silly rules and risk not getting my present or let him think I’d agreed to his silly rules?
What would Kenzie do?
Distract his Daddy…of course.
Boyd was looking very Daddy and very pleased with himself as he shut the driver’s side door and went around the front of the car. He seemed to think he’d won and I’d tell him he was right as soon as he opened the door, but that couldn’t be allowed to happen.
Kenzie would be very disappointed in me…not to mention what Lorne and Alick would think.
I had to throw caution to the wind as he opened the door because anything less would be defeat. “You said you thought I was going to like spankings, Daddy, but do you think I’ll come when I’m over your lap?”
Yep, the win was worth the embarrassment.
He froze mid-motion and took a deep breath before he could continue. “I…Yes, I think that’s a very reasonable goal for a scene, but there are lots of ways a scene like that can end. We’ll just need to decide what makes your submissive side content with the scene and what makes the rest of you happy.”
He always had the best answers.
“Thank you, Daddy.” That got easier every time I said it, even though I wasn’t sure I was little. “Kenzie told Lorne that he calls his Daddy Daddy all the time and that it’s okay.”
They were very helpful even when they didn’t know I was listening.
“He’s correct. There’s no right or wrong there. He likes calling Talon Daddy because it’s the most natural for them.” Boyd finally shook his head and reached in to release my seat belt. “And don’t think I missed that wonderfully designed distraction.”
He might not have missed it but it didn’t seem like he was too upset about it, so I kissed his cheek as he eased back and straightened. “Yes, Daddy.”
Oh yes.
That was like a magic get out of jail free card.
Why hadn’t Kenzie mentioned that?
What else hadn’t he mentioned?
It seemed like I had some rereading to do and some notes to take…after my date, of course…and my presents.
Chapter 10
Boyd
The way to Stefan’s heart was through books and presents…which was definitely healthier than the path to Kenzie’s had been.