Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Quaid will come back to you. Just wait. Right now, though, I want to make sure you are taken care of.
“You always take care of me. Sometimes I worry you do too much.”
He frowned and typed again. No such thing.
She sighed, turning her face into his chest. “I’ve got a headache, Da.”
Damn, he liked hearing her call him that. He sent a text to the guys.
“Just wanna forget everything.”
“Forget.” He rubbed her forehead with his fingers. She sighed with pleasure.
Damn, her jaw was clenched tight. He should have left one hand free so she could suck on her thumb. That might have helped.
Standing, he carried her over and laid her on the bed. Then he searched through the drawers until he found a pacifier.
Indie’s eyes were closed as he picked her back up and then turned off the lights before sitting again with her on his lap.
When Slade had bad headaches he liked the dark and quiet.
He rocked her while pressing the pacifier to her lips. “Open.”
“Don’t wanna. Just sleep.”
“Soon. Open.”
She opened her mouth and took the pacifier with a frown. That frown started to ease the longer she sucked.
Good.
He glanced up as Spencer entered the room, carrying some painkillers and a bottle of water.
Rock nodded to him as he set them down next to him.
“She okay?” Spencer asked.
Indie opened her eyes, staring up at him. The pacifier dropped out. “Dada?”
“You okay, Princess? Need anything else? Are your legs okay?” Spencer asked.
“Legs fine. Don’t hurt anymore. I’m okay. Da is taking care of me.”
Damn.
The amount of pride he felt was off the charts. Spencer nodded and walked out. For once not bouncing everywhere he went. That man had more energy than a toddler hyped up on sugar.
Rock grabbed the pills and helped her take them, holding the bottle of water to her mouth.
“All,” he ordered. She drank it all and he rocked her until she fell asleep.
Thank God the burns on her legs were healing nicely and not hurting her anymore.
Finally, he stood and carried her to the bed. He was reluctant to let her go, so he laid beside her, holding her tight.
Indie woke up with just one thing on her mind. “Pee! Da!”
Rock sat up immediately and pulled the blanket away from her. Then, picking her up, he ran with her to the bathroom.
All that bouncing really didn’t help.
He set her down and helped her pull off her pants and panties. There was no time for embarrassment or telling him to get out. She was just grateful to make it.
“Jeez that was close,” she said, shaking her head as she cleaned herself up. How long had she been asleep for?
He helped her get herself in order and she hugged him tight. “Thanks for the help, Da.”
He patted her back.
Drawing back, she smiled up at him. “How would you feel about playing dress-up?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, unless you don’t have time.”
“Always time for you.”
Oh man.
She really thought he meant that.
This wasn’t exactly what Rock thought he’d be doing today. His girl prodded him in his thigh, very close to where his dick was and he jumped.
“Da! You got to stay still.” She frowned up at him. “How am I supposed to get this outfit perfect if you keep moving around?”
He wasn’t sure why he’d thought that only she would be getting dressed up.
No, it turns out that he was her guinea pig. Or her mannequin, he guessed.
She had quickly pulled an outfit together from the huge box of dress-up items that Spencer had bought for her.
She wore a pink tutu skirt with a white feather boa and a sparkly red waistcoat. On her head was a big floppy hat.
Again, she poked him, only this time she got him right in the dick. He let out a grunt of pain.
“Oops. What did I do? I’m sorry!” she cried, looking upset.
“Nothing.”
“It was too something.” The worry fled her face as she glared up at him, her hands on her hips as she tapped her foot. “Don’t lie, Da. It’s not nice and you might get punished.”
He raised his eyebrow. That wasn’t the way things worked in this relationship.
“What did I do? Please don’t keep things from me just to try and spare my feelings. If I don’t know what I did, how will I make things better?”
“Hit my dick,” he said.
She put her hand over her mouth. “Oh no, Da! I’m so sorry! I would never hurt your wee willy.”
He snorted. Wee willy? That wasn’t something anyone had ever said about his cock.
“Who has a wee willy?” Spencer said, gliding into the room.
He glided because he was on his hoverboard.
“Da does,” she said as she glanced around. What was she looking for?
“He does?” Spencer asked, smirking as he rocked back and forth on the hoverboard. “First time I’ve heard it called a wee willy.”