Page 58 of R for Rough

I gasped and looked up at Daddy. “That would be so fun, wouldn’t it?”

He kissed my temple. “Sounds like a fantastic vacation. Maybe after the holidays?”

“We gotta make it happen,” Kit urged. “I’ll send you an invite to join our online community too, Tracy.”

“Thank you.” I smiled widely and sat down next to Daddy. Crap, this felt almost as good as last night. I’d been hoping to make more friends and spend time with them without being a third wheel.

But I never could’ve dreamed of hitting the jackpot like I had with Griffin.

It was going to take me ages to process my happiness.

Also, it meant a lot to me that Daddy seemed to get along so well with the people in our community—and now Kit, Colt, and Lucas too. Granted, Daddy had been a member of ourcommunity for longer than I had, but I’d had partners who weren’t interested in being social at all. And when it came to kink, that mattered. Because I wanted the big events and the get-togethers.

I smiled goofily as he unwrapped a sandwich for me, and he dipped down and kissed my nose.

“Is this a good time for me to say I told you so?” Abel asked casually. “Because I freaking told you you’d get along with Mister Griffin.”

I let out a huff, but that was about all the protesting I could manage. I mean, he’d been right. Super right.

Daddy spoke up before I could. “Just this once, I’ll bow to your genius, Abel.”

That made Abel sit up straighter, and he looked proud. “Okay, I’m waiting, Sir. Bow.”

I laughed—so did Kit and Madigan.

“We Sadists bow internally,” Colt supplied. “Everyone knows that.”

Daddy nodded and pointed his sandwich in Colt’s direction in a silentexactly.

Typical Sadists!

“Can we go to your place tonight?” I asked.

Daddy pulled into his parking space behind the restaurant. “Yeah, of course. We’ll stop by your place and pack a bag after work.”

Fist pump!

“I can’t wait to see it,” I admitted and unbuckled my seat belt. “Do you have a fireplace? A woodstove?”

“Yes to both.”

Amazing! I jumped out of the truck. “I’m gonna make you the best biscuits you’ve ever had. My grandpa taught me—and he always used a woodstove.”

Daddy smiled to himself, and we shut the doors before meeting up behind the truck, where he pulled me close and kissed the top of my head.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Me too. Also, the parking lot smelled delicious, and we knew what that meant. Adam was working his brisket magic on the other side of the outdoor seating area that’d closed for the season.

We headed into the restaurant, or the kitchen, and discovered we were first. But we could hear the echoes of Adam’s and Alessia’s voices from upstairs, so they must be on their way down. Their son was evidently joining us too, because his little voice carried in the stairwell.

“I’ll go change,” Daddy said.

“Be right there. I’m just gonna log in.” I wanted to see how many reservations we had today—and how many dietary restrictions.

I logged in to the computer and hummed to myself, and I gave myself a stern reminder to switch from Daddy to Griffin. At least when I spoke! I wasn’t sure I could change the way Ithoughtabout him.

I’d noticed how naturally we flowed in and out of our dynamic, blurring the lines here and there, and I loved it. I wanted our relationship fluid. Some people had specific times for kink, but given how I reacted to everything Daddy did, I wasn’t sure I could chop up our day into slots for this and that. Work created enough of a barrier.

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