Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
You can’t fuck me, Daddy, but rubbing and tail pulling is very nice.
Fuck.
Laughter echoed in my head as my brain found much more interesting things to worry about than flying or falling.
I definitely had a naughty dragon.
A naughty dragon who could fly because I was looking into the windows of the second floor of the fucking house.
I had to admit that I didn’t plan on relaxing my hold on my sweet dragon, but as we circled the house and the air moved past us faster, I felt delight and something like freedom fill the space in my head where his giggles had been.
He loved this.
I wasn’t sure if it was just the flying in general or because I was there with him, but I could feel how excited he was and that made it harder to be scared.
Because you’re with me, Daddy. Everything is better with you.
Damn it.
I love you, my little dragon, even if this whole reading minds thing is going to drive me insane.
His giggles said he wasn’t worried.
I love you too, Daddy, and I love how many times you say naughty words to yourself.
Because Daddy had a potty mouth…and the giggles came back as Kenzie slowly started lowering us down to the ground.
I love your potty mouth and I love your naughty imagination.
Damn it.
More giggles said he’d heard that too.
When he’d touched down and lowered himself to the ground, I forced my arms to relax as I ignored the way they were shaking slightly. I gave Kenzie’s neck a quick kiss before relaxing into him and hugging my cute dragon.
“If you want dessert and an orgasm later, we’re going to pretend you didn’t see anything naughty in my head.” There were some things I wasn’t sure I was ready to ask.
Yes, Daddy. I’m your good boy.
Bullshit.
But he was my wonderful dragon, my sweet little, and my tender boyfriend…and that beat being good any day.
Because it meant I was loved.
Chapter 26
Kenzie
Three Weeks Later
“It’s not too tall. It’s got lots of layers like my relationship with Daddy.” And if Boyd didn’t stop being so unreasonably grumpy, I was going to dump my wonderful cake on his head.
Boyd looked like he was going to say something to make me have to dump it on his head, but Daddy saved the day…and the grumpy dragon.
“Let me help you with that, cutie.” Daddy kissed my head and swept my weapon right out of my hands without even stopping to see what Boyd had done.
Well, he glared at Boyd too.
I wasn’t sure that would help, but Daddy was magic and I shouldn’t have questioned him because Boyd’s grumpies deflated like a balloon. “Sorry. I was just…I was just frustrated about something else and took it out on you.”
Aww, now I couldn’t be mad at him.
“It’s okay.” I wanted to pretend not to know what he was upset about but playing dumb wasn’t nice once he realized he’d been a pain in the butt. “He’ll come.”
Boyd tried to hide his surprise, but he laughed and shook his head. “I’m so subtle.”
As a ton of bricks as Daddy would say.
“You’re about as subtle as the gold Mr. Emry left in the parking lot of the police station.” Of course, everyone pretended not to know who’d left it, but we all knew who’d been naughty.
Especially after he’d kept the truck.
Daddy said he thought Mr. Emry hadn’t realized there’d been gold in the truck, but I thought that didn’t matter and he should’ve planned better.
What if he’d stolen an ambulance and hadn’t noticed there were people in it?
Nope, he needed a time-out at the very least.
Boyd laughed, finally sounding happy and not like he was in pain. “Yeah, he must’ve really wanted that armored truck badly.”
“Common sense is very important.” And Daddy was right; it was lacking in our area. “He needs to make better decisions.”
And learn to appreciate Matchbox cars better.
“You’re not wrong.” Boyd’s smile faded a bit, but he didn’t get grumpy again as he looked around the VFW Hall. “Let’s go see if Lorne needs help. He said he was going to bring beads over for us to make necklaces and it looks like he has a thousand little boxes over there.”
Oh, he was going to make a mess if he wasn’t careful.
“We need a Daddy to tell him no more often. I don’t remember him having that many boxes last time we made jewelry.” I probably shouldn’t have told on Lorne but Boyd needed something to do to keep him occupied, so it was for a good cause.
Yep, Boyd turned his grumbles into protective Daddy frustration as he marched over to see what Lorne was doing, but I didn’t feel guilty. Lorne needed to stop shopping and Boyd needed to forget the librarian for a few minutes.
Daddy’s arms wrapped around me and he chuckled. “Naughty dragon, shouldn’t you be protecting Lorne?”