Satisfaction filled him. It surprised him how much he really wanted that. Maybe he did need this in his life. Or maybe it was just Sunny he needed. She was like a breath of fresh air when he’d been locked in a stale, dark hole. “Yeah, baby. You can call me Daddy anytime you like.” He kissed her gently.
“Oh yeah, even in front of your friends?” she teased.
“Even in front of them. Who do you think I rang the other night when I needed advice?”
“Oh, it was one of them? So they know about me?”
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. They don’t think either of us are weird or crazy, I promise. I called Razor. He’s a Daddy Dom. So is Reyes.”
“Reyes?”
“Yep. You met him?”
“Ah, yeah. He seemed nice.”
Nice? Really? Now his suspicions were raised. “Did he just?” he murmured. “I’ll have to have a word with him.”
“About what?”
“About you being mine.”
She shifted around on her seat. “He was nice to me. He wasn’t interested in me.”
“Reyes doesn’t talk to people outside the club unless he wants something from them or needs to threaten them with something.”
“That seems rather anti-social.”
“Right. But he talked to you.”
“Well. . .umm. . .that might have more to do with the fact that I was crawling around on my hands and knees and then when I tried to sit up, I banged my head.”
“You banged your head, baby?” he cooed.
“Yeah. Right here.” She patted the top of her head and working on instinct, he pulled her close and kissed her head.
“There, Daddy’s kisses will make it all better.” Yeah, he was really shocking himself with how easily this all came to him. How right it all felt.
She cleared her throat. “Feels much better.”
“I’m still gonna have a word with Reyes. Like I said, I’m a possessive bastard.”
He waited for a complaint, for her to tell him that he was a Neanderthal.
But she just nodded. “All right.”
Damn was this girl built just for him? And she’d been living next door. All that wasted time. . .and then he’d nearly ruined everything by behaving like a dick to her.
“Let’s get you inside and into bed. Little girls shouldn’t be out this late.” Not that he could do much about that. Plus, he liked that they shared the same work hours. “In the morning, I’ll come b
y with some breakfast. What time do you wake up?”
“Oh, um, about eight, I guess. But you don’t have to bring breakfast, I can make something.”
“No offense, but egg white omelets and hummus ain’t my idea of breakfast.”
“I can make you a normal omelet,” she countered.
“Not tomorrow. Maybe another day. I feel like spoiling my girl.”