The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (i love reading txt) 📗

tap it against Niall’s nearly empty bottle. “You ready to call it a night? I have a little girl to bathe and fuck and break some news to that she’ll find deeply dismaying.”

Niall gives me a grin that’s no less wolfish than mine. “Yer denying her orgasms until the ceremony, eh?”

“Too fucking right. How’d you guess?”

“I did it before collarin’ each of ‘em. I made Shaan go a month. Boy was so pent up by the end he came nine times in one night. He was beggin’ meh not to make him come by th’ end. Sweetest fecking music I’ve ever heard.”

“You are such an evil fucker.” I laugh and rise with him as he finishes his water. After tossing the empties in the recycling, I make a quick check of the inn’s doors and windows. Niall laughs at me and when I realize what I’m doing, I join him.

As we head upstairs, Niall asks, “Who’s joining us here tomorrow?”

“At the inn? All of your competition: Javier, Warrin, and Mac. Warrin’s little, Aggie. Maude, Dana, and Austin. I think you’ve spoken to Austin a couple of times.” At his nod, I continue. “Harry, from the club; he’s going to bunk in with Mac. There are a couple of the club submissives sharing a room and another couple from D.C. who I don’t think you’ve met.”

“The scaly and her master? Emmy’s told Vashi about the dragon-girl so many times, I think I could paint a picture of her.”

I chuckle. “Emmy’s excited about seeing Laurel again. And if she hadn’t set her heart on this whole dark fairy tale theme for the weekend, I think we’d all be dressing up as dragons.”

Niall slaps me on the back and nearly knocks me down the stairs. Fuck, he needs to bench less.

“I’ve always fancied having wings, meself.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Piss off. You’d have arm-wrestled me for the chance to wear that Boglioli suit at the ceremony. Vashi told Emmy all about it. She says you stroke it for an hour every night before you go to sleep.”

“I’ll kill her,” Niall chortles. “It’s not even a half-hour.”

“You sad, sad sack.”

“Yeh won’t say that once you’ve seen it. Best hang of any jacket I’ve ever owned. Saville Row can feck right off.”

I shake my head at him. Although I did splash out a bit for both my outfit for the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party and the ceremony itself, I didn’t throw two grand at either suit. He’s mental.

“At least you can reuse it in January,” I say.

Niall face takes on a very sly cast.

“What?”

“Ever heard of the Flying Elvises?”

I eye him warily as we stop in front of our respective doors. “Sky diving Elvises, right?”

“I used to dive before I broke me back. Doan know if I ever told you that. I got a clean bill of health, so they’re lettin’ me dive with them. I’m Irish Elvis.”

“Irish Elvis,” I say flatly. There’s getting married by Elvis at the Care Bear wedding Emily’s planning and then there’s having Irish Elvis crash the party.

“Uh-huh, I’m all shook up, sláinte.”

I snort.

Niall slaps me on the back again. I’m going to have a bruise. “See you in the morning, gobshite.”

“Night, wanker. I’m knocking at eight-thirty. Don’t you try claiming jet lag.”

Chuckling, Niall disappears into his room.

Shaking my head at the idea of Irish Elvis, I head into our suite.

Emily glances up from where she’s sitting on the bed amidst a pile of pink pillows and teddy bears when I enter. She shuts her laptop hastily.

I begin to strip off my shirt. “That’s an extremely guilty look, little girl.”

“I was researching, Daddy,” she says.

I turn that over in my head as I fold my T-shirt and take off my belt. She could legitimately be researching something naughty for her books. Despite how much we’ve done together, she sometimes gets bashful when I discover pages on primal play and bestiality in her search history. But Emily’s a blusher and that sort of research usually results in fiery red cheeks. Her sweet cheeks are pale. As much as I give my little girl the benefit of the doubt, I feel like she might be hiding something behind that quickly-closed clamshell.

“Researching what?” I ask, unbuttoning my jeans.

“Um. Stuff.”

She’s so busted.

I toe off my shoes and strip down to my skin.

“Stuff like where Sean and Moon can stay?”

She twists her hands together. Yup, exactly that kind of stuff.

“What did I say, little girl?”

“I took it off my To Do list!” she protests. “I had a little free time, so I just thought I’d email a couple of places to see if they had any cancellations because everything around here is booked up.”

“And this is your problem, why?”

“I just want everyone to have a good time.”

“Everyone will except you if you keep worrying about this crap, Emmy. I mean it, that’s the last effort you make to find someone a place to stay, or arrange a special meal, or find a goddamn drycleaner. Enough. Next time I have to tell you, it’s discipline. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, staring at her working hands.

“C’mon, little love. This isn’t what I wanted for tonight. Let’s get you in the bath. Did you bring bubbles?”

She nods and a hint of color returns to her cheeks. She slides out of the pillow/stuffie stockade, tucks her laptop away, and opens one of the several bags she’s brought. It’s a good thing we came by train, because I don’t think we could have stuffed all our luggage into a car. Not even Manny’s damn limo.

She brings out a small bag of toiletries and opens it in front of me so I can see the selection of bath products. I flick past the lavender bubbles I usually use because I don’t want to gear down toward sleep yet. I stop at a bottle with a unicorn on it. “Unicorn bubbles?”

She nods. “Rainbow.”

I pull out the bottle. She deserves rainbow bubbles. “Put everything away, get undressed except for your