Page 49 of Daddy's Pursuit
Upstairs was a spacious bathroom and one large bedroom.
“This place is nice,” she said. “But where does Benson potty?”
“He uses diapers like you.”
It took Iris a moment to realize Daddy was joking. After laughing, she said, “No, really. Where does he go?”
Jack smiled. “Did you see that door in the kitchen? It leads to an enclosed area. It’s not a big yard, but it’s enough to have a patio with a grill on it and a small patch of grass where Benson can take care of his business.”
As if he’d heard his name, Benson came up the stairs and into the bedroom, standing next to Iris. She petted the top of his head. “Where did you get him?”
“Sort of a sad story,” he said. “We raided the home of a drug dealer. He had a litter of puppies in there along with the mom and dad. Apparently he had notions of being a breeder, too. That ended when he went to prison for dealing cocaine. But we wereable to find homes for all the dogs. Including Benson, who went home with me.”
Iris squatted down and hugged the dog. “I love him.”
Benson licked her across the face, and Iris couldn’t stop laughing.
“And he loves you,” Jack said. “Do you want to get ready for bed, honey?” He held up the bag of things they’d stopped to purchase on their way there—a toothbrush, makeup remover, face wash, and some other items she needed to ready for the night.
“Do you want to go first?”
Jack shook his head. “Go on, cutie. But first, let me grab you a t-shirt. You can wear one of mine. I suppose I need to get some diapers and things for you just to have around here. You’ll be over quite a bit.”
Iris was all smiles as she thought of her future with Daddy. Would they even move in together?
She supposed time would tell. Right now, she didn’t want to scare him by bringing it up. He might think she was moving too fast or just looking for someone to latch onto to better her situation.
That was not the case at all.
Her feelings for Jack were intense. Already, she couldn’t imagine going day to day without him. But that was a discussion for another time.
After rummaging through a drawer, Jack tossed her a t-shirt and she carried it into the bathroom along with her other stuff. “I’ll be back, Benson,” she called before shutting the door.
The dog had already laid down on the floor and was dozing off.
Iris shut the door and began to ready for the night. She looked around but couldn’t find any washcloths, so she opened the door and said, “Daddy, do you have any?—”
That’s all she was able to say before the sight before her halted the words.
Her jaw fell slack.
Jack was in black boxer-briefs and nothing else. His washboard abs, his protruding chest, and those jagged shoulders that led to his muscle-packed arms were almost more than Iris could take. She gripped the doorknob harder to stabilize herself.
Wowzers!
She didn’t know if her gasp was audible or not. But it didn’t really matter. She was powerless right now.
Her amazement only grew when her gaze fell downward and landed on that massive bulge beneath the thin fabric of his underwear.
Goodness! It nearly poked out the bottom! Holy shit!
“What do you need, sweetie?”
A lump in her throat prevented her from answering. After choking it down, her trembling voice replied, “Washcloths. Please.”
“Oh, I forgot to put the towels and stuff away after I ran a load of laundry earlier. Hang on.”
He trotted down the stairs, leaving her to wait.
