Page 523 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“So, Daddy, I’ve been thinking,” I begin.
He looks down at me, his eyes hooded and happy. “What have you been thinking about, my little wife.”
I go up on my toes to whisper in his ear, “Since we’re all married now and everything, maybe we could go back to the hotel and get started on making a brother or sister for Livvy?”
I had my appointment before we left New York. My gynecologist said it might be a month or two before the contraceptive effect of the implant wore off but I’m perfectly happy to keep trying in the meanwhile.
Daddy stops dead in the middle of the dance floor. “What?”
“I had my implant removed before we left New York.” I had to hide the inside of my arm from Daddy for the first few days we were in Vegas until the little incision healed so I didn’t spoil the surprise. “So, we could get started on our ‘sibling for Livvy’ project right away.”
Daddy’s eyes go impossibly hot and dark.
“Breeding kink unlocked,” he growls, before he tosses me over his shoulder and strides out of our reception. “Enjoy yourselves everyone! I have a little wife to impregnate. See you tomorrow.”
The laughter of our friends, high and low, sweet and deviant, follows us out the door.
Logan, Emily, and their friends will return in Midnight Fleur’s Monsters.
have yourself a primal little christmas
MAX
Christmas Eve Eve.
According to my little, this is a thing.
I don’t quite get what a “thing” it is, but it’s an excuse to get together with our friends.
It’s an excuse for a hunt.
I pull my prey close and cuddle her against the brisk wind blowing the saline and diesel smells of the East River up my nose. The breeze flutters the fake fur of her parka’s hood against my cheeks and chin. Dressing Cynnie against the cold has become one of my favorite hobbies. She’s so cute swimming in oversized sweatshirts, her curvy legs and ass peeping out in colorful tights and leg warmers. I love wrapping her up in scarves, fitting layers of gloves and wrist warmers over her hands. Cynnie gets dreamy and peaceful when I “swaddle” her in layers. The scarves and wooly tubes come in handy for restraining my bumble-baby when she gets feisty.
“I want to eat you up,” I murmur into her ear, getting a mouthful of fur.
Her giggle rises over the wind.
“Do you think you’ll be able to hide from me for long?”
She nods, fur shaking. “You’z never find me this time.”
“Really. Found you last time, didn’t I?”
She crosses her arms over her chest, wrapping over the arm I have around her. “Only ‘cause Sammi was making so much noise.”
It is true that Sammi was laughing so hard I could have heard him a mile away. But Cynnie wasn’t what I’d call well-hidden, either.
Jack’s promised that the place we’re hunting today will have better hiding places for our littles. I’m not sure that’s a good thing, because I enjoyed the “finding and claiming” part of a hunt much more than the “hiding and seeking” part.
“There it is,” Jack says from where he’s standing near the small ferry’s rail.
He points to an island sitting low in the water. There’s a short dock and a cluster of buildings on the island, but not much else besides leafless trees and a few dark pines creating spires against the dull gray sky. Snow is forecast for tonight, but we should be back before it starts.
“What was it again?” I ask Jack.
“Prison,” he says, throwing a dark grin over his shoulder. Cynnie shivers and Sammi, who is returning from the ferry’s tiny commissary with a tray of hot chocolates for everyone, lets out a squeak.
“Ready to be locked in a cell?” Jack growls at his little boy.
