Beau: I don’t think Daddy will let me out of his sight today.
I grinned at her calling me Daddy to the guys. That was a big step for anyone, and it thrilled my heart that she felt comfortable enough to say it.
Seth: No, I don’t think he will. We will see you both soon. Is 1900 okay with everyone?
There was a chorus of yesses following Seth’s message, and I closed my messages, turning back to where Rebekah was lying beside me. “So we are hosting poker night, it seems.”
She had her bottom lip wedged between her teeth again, nibbling the skin off it. I rescued her lip once more, dropping a quick kiss against her lips. “Is that okay?” I heard her quietly ask.
“Of course, Sweets. If I minded, I would have texted the guys back and canceled.”
“I’m sorry that I snooped on your phone and talked to the guys while you were sleeping.”
“I’m not upset with that either, Rebekah. It thrills me that you feel safe enough to interact with them.”
I must have reassured her because she gave me the sweetest smile.
“But if I’m only going to have you for a few more hours before the rest of the goon squad shows up at our house, I want to make the most of it.”
Rolling and pinning her beneath me, I watched her eyes heat. I’d been good, making sure not to rush her, but she didn’t seem too turned off at where this might be headed.
“Yeah, I think you should make the most of our alone time, Beau. I’m looking forward to what trouble we can get into,” Rebekah said before pulling my face to hers for a kiss that could have melted the paint off the walls.
CHAPTER 16
REBEKAH
With a towel wrappedaround my body, I stepped out of the bathroom into Beau’s bedroom. His shower was amazing, and I almost didn’t want to get out. Remembering that we would have guests soon helped me kick my butt into gear.
Forgoing my clothes from earlier, I grabbed the shirt that Beau had left on the bed and slipped into it before sliding his sweats on and tying the drawstring as tight as I could to keep them from falling off my hips.
Daddy called me a Little brat earlier for crawling into his bed without any clothes on. Told me how disappointed he was that I didn’t listen to directions. Then he made sure to show me just how disappointed he really was.
My face heated thinking about the funishment I was given.
“Where are you, Sweets?”
Clearing the naughty thoughts from my mind, I shouted back, “I’m coming, Daddy! One sec!”
I didn’t have any of my hair products here, which would need to change if sleepovers were going to become a regular thing, so I dried and finger-combed my hair as best as I could before throwing it into a bun on the top of my head. Future Me would hate that I had done that, but I couldn’t care right now.
Just as I was stepping into the living room, there was a knock at the door. “Can I go see who it is, Daddy?” I asked, turning to where he was setting up the poker table in the middle of the room.
“Of course, but look through…”
“The peephole first. I know, Daddy,” I sassed, headed toward the door.
“Watch the sass, Brat.”
“Or what?”
“Do you really want to go there right now? Whoever is standing at the door can wait a few more moments while I handle my sassy brat’s behavior.”
“That would be ruuuudeeee, Daddy!”
“Mhm. It’s also rude to sass your Daddy when he is just looking out for your safety and well-being.”
Ding! Ding!
