Page 22 of Monster Daddies
They were into it. For real. And now I can't stop thinking about it. Them. The way their arms felt around me.
And howsafeI felt with them.
I want to see them again.
Right now.
And luckily, I don't have to wait.
I spring out of bed, still in my pajamas—rainbow-striped with fluffy pink unicorns on them—and throw my large fluffy robe on over the top. Sparrow gets up with an annoyed huff and heads out of the room, probably in search of his breakfast. I snag my slippers, but end up kicking them off halfway up the stairs because they keep making me slip.
The manor is filled with morning light, streaking through the tall windows like it's lighting the path just for me.
By the time I reach the rooftop, my heart is pounding and my hair is wild, but I don't care.
They're there.
Jodrick, standing tall and noble, wings slightly flared behind him like he's keeping eternal watch. And Viraat, crouched in his spot, frozen in a scowl, like even stone couldn't stop him from looking intimidating.
"Hi, Daddies," I whisper, stepping closer. "Missed you."
They don't move, of course. But it doesn't matter. It's like Ifeelthe bond between us.
I place a hand on Jodrick's arm, letting my fingers rest there for a moment. His stone skin is warm from the sunlight.
"I can't wait to see you," I tell him. Both of them. "But I'll be good for now, go on down, have my breakfast and see about sorting out the next room for the bed and breakfast."
I kiss Jodrick's cheek, right along his chiseled jawline, and then move to Viraat.
Even frozen in a perpetual glower, he's gorgeous.
"Even though you're my Daddy now, I'm still going to call you my fairy god-daddy," I inform him sweetly, imagining his fierce growl in response. Standing on tiptoe, I kiss the corner of his stone frown.
He doesn't flinch, doesn't reach. But I don't need him to. This is enough.
For now.
I step back, clasping my hands behind me and rocking on my heels.
"Alright, you two," I say brightly. "You do your statue thing. I'll see you later."
I blow a kiss their way before running back down the steps to the kitchen.
The warmth of the morning sun follows me through the corridors, but I can't help feeling a smidge wistful. Their faces are frozen in expressions of peace and anger, and I ache just a little knowing they can't really feel the way my lips lingered on their chiseled skin.
Still, I hum as I pad barefoot toward the library, cradling my favorite mug full of peppermint tea. The manor greets me with its usual creaks, like it's watching... waiting.
I swear it's happy.
I sink into the big plush settee, folding my legs under me and setting my mug on the side table. Grabbing the tablet, I press the call button for Daddy Drè.
His face appears a moment later—sleepy, bearded and smiling, like always.
"Well hey there, sunshine," he says with a yawn. "You're up and smiling very early in the morning. What's going on?"
Joy bubbles inside me. "I kissed someone!"
His eyebrows lift. "You what now?"
