Page 37 of Storm

“Open, sunshine,” he said softly.

Her gaze met his, wide and sparkling, and after a moment’s hesitation, she obeyed, parting her lips. He slipped the fork into her mouth, watching her cheeks turn a delicate shade of pink as she tasted the pasta. Between her bites, he took some of the food for himself, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. It felt so natural and right to care for her like this.

“Do you only use sippy cups, or do you use bottles, too?” he asked after a few bites.

Her reaction was immediate. A deep blush spread over her cheeks, and she ducked her head, her lashes fluttering as she fidgeted with the hem of her sweater. “I only have sippy cups,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

That wasn’t exactly a full answer, and Storm’s brow arched slightly as he observed her. “Have you ever used a bottle or thought about using one?”

He kept his gaze fixed on her, wanting to catch any flicker of expression that crossed her face.

“I’ve thought about it,” she admitted so softly that he almost didn’t catch it. “I’ve never tried one, though.”

His chest tightened. Storm reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek as he offered her a small smile. “We’ll add that to our list of things to try.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she bit her lip, but she nodded. The vulnerability in her expression tugged at somethingdeep within him, solidifying what he already knew—he wanted to give hereverything. Every comfort, every joy, and every ounce of safety she needed to truly thrive as his Little girl.

Reaching across to her, Storm wrapped his fingers around her wrist, bringing her hand to his mouth kiss her palm.

“’Kay. Thank you, Daddy.”

Something settled inside of him. Making Brook happy was quickly becoming addictive. Seeing her smile was everything. It softened something in him that he hadn’t realized had gone hard. Maybe it had happened after Emmaline, he wasn’t sure. This sweet girl in front of him was changing it, though, and he liked it.

"I want to take you to the house I’m buying," Storm said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

Brook looked up, her eyes curious and bright. She tilted her head slightly, chewing a bite of pasta as she processed his words. It wasn’t just an invitation—it felt like more, like he was sharing a piece of himself with her. And for some reason, it was important to him that she see it before everything was finalized. Her apartment was fine—cozy, safe, and practical—but the thought of her in his house stirred something deep inside his chest. He was already thinking about the future, about making her a permanent part of his life, and he wanted her to love the place as much as he did.

After she swallowed, she smiled softly. “I’ve already seen the house. I work in the real estate office, remember?”

The corners of his mouth twitched into a subtle smirk. Of course she’d already seen it. It was her job. He should’ve guessed.

“It’s beautiful,” she continued. “One of my favorite listings recently. I was kind of surprised you went for that one.”

Her words warmed him in a way he hadn’t expected. Yeah, he’d been surprised, too. The house wasn’t the kind of place he’d ever envisioned for himself, but the moment he had stepped inside, it felt right. He could already imagine Brook playing in the big backyard, hosting her friends for Little gatherings. He could picture summer BBQs, stringing up Christmas lights, and having their moms over for dinner.

Storm had never thought of himself as the traditional type of guy, but with Brook, everything felt different. He wanted to give her a stable, comfortable home where she could be herself, where she could thrive and make it her own. Knowing the house had been one of her favorites reassured him that he was making the right decision.

His life had revolved around motorcycles for so long, but now Brook was quickly becoming his primary focus. She was the calm in his chaos, the warmth he hadn’t realized he needed.

It was probably too soon to ask her to move in with him once he got the keys—hell, he didn’t even have them yet. That was a next-week problem. He still had seven days before closing, plenty of time to figure out how to broach the subject with her.

Storm scooped up another bite of pasta and held it out for Brook, watching as she obediently opened her mouth. He offered her sips from her sippy cup between bites, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction in the simple act of taking care of her. She trusted him, and that was something he didn’t take lightly.

“Do you use a pacifier?” he asked.

Brook’s cheeks turned pink, and she hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yes. Usually when I’m reading or going to bed.”

His cock twitched at her shy admission. Fuck, he liked that. She was so naturally Little, so sweet and innocent in a way that tugged at every protective instinct he had. Perfect for him. Unlike his ex, who had balked at the idea of even trying a sippycup, Brook embraced it. She didn’t have to try—it was simply who she was.

When they finished eating, Storm took their plates to the kitchen and rinsed them before loading them into the dishwasher. Brook came up behind him, wanting to help, but he waved her off.

“Good girl for eating your vegetables without a fight,” he praised.

She giggled softly, a sound that wrapped around his heart like a ribbon. “I figured I didn’t have much of a choice. They weren’t terrible, though.”

Storm smirked and took her hand, guiding her toward the bathroom. “You had a choice, baby. But if you’d chosen to battle me, I would’ve thrown them in a blender and fed them to you that way. Daddy will get nutrients into you one way or the other. Or, as a last resort, Doc can help me administer them into your bottom.”

Her eyes widened in shock, and her mouth fell open with disbelief. He could tell she wasn’t used to having a Daddy like him—someone firm but playful, someone who genuinely cared about her well-being. Hell, her ex hadn’t been a real Daddy at all. Storm planned to change that. He’d show her what it meant to have someone in her corner, someone who would take care of her in every way. She wouldn’t have to worry about anything except being her true self.

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