Chapter Nineteen
Ian
Coco slept straight through her afternoon bottles which wasn’t surprising given all the excitement she’d had today.
It had been awesome to see her with Sabes and Jethro. Yeah, it had taken the girls a little while to warm up to each other but once they had started talking, it was hard to get them tostopchattering. They held their stuffies while they played Battleship and then did some coloring, making good use of those glitter crayons he’d picked up. He was all for glitter that didn’t get freaking everywhere.
Watching the two girls kick their feet in their high chairs while they nommed on grilled cheese sticks had been so freaking cute. Not to mention the way Sabes and Coco had blushed furiously when Jethro and Ian spooned tomato soup into their respective mouths and tutted at them when a little got on their cheeks or dripped onto their bibs.
Ian could’ve sworn he noticed Coco squirming in her chair. Her color had also been high in her cheeks, but was that embarrassment or arousal? Or hell, best of all, both?
It was warm in the loft since they kept it at a temperature that little girls in diapers would be comfortable in, so her beaded nipples poking through the thin, clingy fabric of her dress couldn’t be explained by a chill.
Was he imagining her being turned on while she was fed because he wanted it so badly? He’d started feeding her in the highchair a couple weeks ago in addition to the bottles Huds gave her. He loved buckling her wrists in, drawing that thick strap between her legs and over her fluffy diaper to be cinched at her waist, snapping a bib around her neck. Never mind coaxing her to open that sweet mouth of hers and spooning bite after bite of food into her until his little girl was beyond full.
Would she like it if he plucked at her nipples while playing feeding games with her like airplane and choo choo? Would she get soaking wet between her legs and rub her pussy against the soft cotton of her diaper until she was aching to come? Goddamn he was impatient to find out.
The lump under all the blankets stirred and Ian tried to deflate his hardening cock.
He and Huds had agreed they’d let Coco fully recover before they talked to her about sex but it was getting harder by the day to keep his horny paws off her. She’d been with them for almost a month and he’d fallen impossibly hard for her. Filled his heart to know she felt the same way.
Soon enough, a little face with only one hedgehog pigtail still intact was poking out of the blanket pile. Silly little girl liked to sleep in a nest when her daddy or her papa—or both—weren’t in bed with her.
Ian pushed out of the chair he’d been kicking back in and sat beside her on the bed, petting her hair while the sweet little thing rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Hey sweetheart, did you have a good nap?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Ready for some dinner?”
“It’s dinner already?” she asked, eyes wide, and looking genuinely surprised that she’d slept for so long. These little girls, always thinking they were so tough.
“Sure is. You had a very busy day with your first playdate. I’m not surprised you needed a big nap after that. Did you have fun with Sable?”
She nodded, making the bow that had been stuck in her hair fall out. Would she like to grow her hair out so he and Hudson could brush it and put in pigtails and braid crowns? Or did she like it cropped short like this? She’d be darling either way, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the idea of her practically purring underneath his touch as he brushed out long dark locks of hair. Or spearing his fingers through soft strands to make a fist at the base of her scalp as he fucked her ass.
Yeah, he wanted her. Badly. But he was just going to have to fucking wait.
Maybe he could get Huds to beat the horniness out of him later. Except they never left Coco alone even when she was sleeping so maybe not.
If only that dumbfuck Ryker would get his head out of his ass and make an effort, a lot of problems could be solved. But no. Mr. I’m-Emotionally-Unavailable-for-Reasons was living up to his name and giving Coco as wide a berth as humanly possible.
Although Ryker could get fucked if he thought Ian hadn’t noticed the way he did look at Coco when he thought no one was watching. Yep. He was at least tempted, and who could blame him? Coco was a delectable little tidbit who anyone in their right mind would want to devour. But right now, it was Coco’s turn to do the eating.
First things first, though, he’d change her diaper.
“I’m glad you had a good time with your new friend. It made Papa so happy to hear you chattering like a little monkey.”
Ian unfolded the changing mat on a part of the bed Coco wasn’t occupying, fished her out of the blankets, and then settled her on her back with her hips on the mat. Her thighs didn’t look quite so bony anymore—there was definitely flesh there now whereas when he’d first picked her up she’d been nothing but skin and bones.
Coco held her bunny and talked to Hopscotch quietly while Ian changed her. She didn’t object to wearing diapers but she did habitually distract herself when she was being changed, and that was fine. The fuckwad who’d kept her in captivity all those years had no doubt humiliated her enough to last several lifetimes and if she couldn’t handle a little embarrassment, he wasn’t going to push her.
Once she was in a nice clean diaper, he scooped her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, lying her head on his shoulder.
“Hey, sleepycakes, it’s not time for another nap. You need to have dinner and your bottles and then we need to take your temperature and give you your enema before we get you cleaned up for bed.”
“I’m not sleeping, just cuddling,” she murmured into his neck, her breath warm on his skin. Made his heart melt and his dick get hard all at once. “I missed you, Papa.”