Page 21 of Daddy's Little Librarian
“In this house, stuffies are allowed in bed,” he said.
God, he was good.
Scotti closed her eyes when he pulled the edge of the blanket up to her chin, tucking her and Bat Bear in together. She thought she felt him touch her hair, but when she opened her eyes, he was only looking at her and he was doing that marble statue thing with his face again. After a moment, he went back to his blanket and laid down.
The floor could not have been very comfortable. Her bed was a queen-sized, so it wasn’t as if they couldn’t share it. The river of chocolate grew just a little more molten and flowed just a little faster. Slow thumps of pressure were building up between her thighs, no matter how tightly she squeezed them.
Hugging Bat Bear, she said, “Do you want to sleep up—”
“No,” he said.
No, of course not. That wouldn’t have been very professional, for either of them. And as bad as that low needy throb she kept feeling was now, she couldn’t imagine how much worse it might become once all she could feel was the weight and size of him stretched out on the mattress beside her.
Now she really couldn’t sleep.
Picking at Bat Bear now instead of her blanket, Scotti asked, “Is there someone out there missing you because you’re sleeping here?”
“Grams has late-night TV to keep her company,” he said. “She’ll be fine.”
“No, I mean someone like me.”
“I already told you, I’ve never done this before. You’re my only client. Go to sleep, Scotti.”
“No,” she persisted. “I mean, do you have someone… like me.”
“People who just get out of prison don’t get the luxury of having somebody,” he said. “They get to get their lives back together first.” His tone dropped into those low notes of warning that she was starting to recognize as preceding a threat to her sitting abilities. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”
She closed her eyes, but her mind wouldn’t quiet, and so they only drifted open again a few seconds later. “You did have someone, though, right?” she asked, and even though he sighed again, added, “Someone like me? Once upon a time?”
“Scotti…”
“But you’re too good a Daddy not to have had somebody!” she protested.
She could practically feel the waves of disapproval rolling off him and that frustrated her. She was just asking a question. That he wouldn’t answer and satisfy this one niggling curiosity was killing her! He’d jumped on the Daddy train without her saying one word; there had to be a past Little out there who, once upon a pre-prison time, had looked up to this aggravating lout and felt safe because she was his.
Or maybe the Little was a boy?
“Was your Little a guy?” she asked. “Is that why you don’t want to talk about it? I’m not a mean person. I promise I don’t kink shame or judge.”
He sat up again. “Do you need a hot butt?” he asked, evenly.
“No, but—”
“Two,” he said sternly.
That stopped her. Her tummy and her butt both tightened sharply at the threat, but that minute tightening didn’t last beyond the knee-jerk shock of hearing it. “You can’t start at two,” she grumbled. “It’s illegal to start at two. What happened to one?”
“One was on the stairs earlier tonight when you sprayed me in the face with that female crap.”
“But that was hours ago! You can’t just pick up where you left off, you have to start over every time!”
Kicking back his blankets, he got up off the floor.
“How high do you count?” she asked in increasing nervousness as he came back around to her side of the bed.
“Nowhere near high enough to help you now,” he said, stripping the blanket back off her.
“No!” She all but threw Bat Bear in her haste to get away, but he caught the back of her neck before she could do more than roll onto her tummy. “No!” She scrambled to get her hands and knees up under her.
