Page 162 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“And then what happened?” Alden asked, chuckling.

“After a few good smacks, I confessed the shit I’d gotten into last summer. He took the information seriously. Then the entire story came out. My friends weren’t happy.” I shrugged as if it were no big deal.

He rubbed a hand across the scruff on his chin. “Logan’s hands are bigger than your pretty little head. His paddles are no laughing matter either. Bet you didn’t sit comfortably for a few days.”

“Not my brightest moment.”Who was I kidding?I felt very sore and very loved. My friends wouldn’t allow me to act reckless if they knew about it. I should have been able to stop my own spiral, but hindsight was twenty-twenty.

“Please be honest with me, darlin’. I’m not going to judge, but I expect the truth.”

“I was embarrassed about the whole thing. I’d rather not discuss my transgressions or any more past bullshit.”

“I own several of Logan’s crafted implements. But I’d much rather use them for fun instead of as a correction tool.”

“Duly noted. I’ve never had a Daddy,” I reiterated. “The level of structure our friends have mentioned to me seems like overkill.”

“Structure should improve all areas of your life. We can talk about it more if you want.”

“So, you’d expect me to call you Daddy and jump when you snap your fingers?”

Alden kissed the corner of my mouth.

“I won’t order you to stand up and sit down three times in a row, touch your toes, and do a jig.”

“I am a very good dancer,” I said matter-of-factly.

He grinned. “We’ll establish rules. You’ll have consequences for not following them. Our boundaries will be taken into consideration. Communication is vital.”

“For me, do you mean something like not going out to the bar without you? Having a sleep schedule? Less drinking?”

“Those are excellent suggestions, but it’s simpler than that.”

Groaning, I rubbed my hands along his pecs. They felt so good underneath my hands, I wanted to touch them without clothing in the way. Everything he did turned me on but I also wanted to be done with this conversation. “Can I distract you from making rules?”

“No, but I’ll let you try.”

“Carry me to your bed. Toss me around and fuck me senseless.”

“You can barely move, babygirl.”

“Since I’m already sore you can practically beat me up and I wouldn’t notice.”

“Rest a little longer, Kennedy. We have plenty of time for naughty things.”

“Fine.”

Alden laid down, pulling me gently on top of him so we could cuddle on the couch. His rough exterior softened as he stroked my hair. He smelled masculine some mixture of Old Spice and his unique scent along with the faint smells of his ranch as if they were baked into his skin. I loved the subtle musk that made me relax deeper. Being in his arms felt like being home.

Chapter Six

Kennedy

Alden and I sat on the cushioned bench on his porch sipping coffee and talking about life until well past noon. Well, he mostly talked and I made non-committal noises in response.

“You’re cleverly avoiding my questions,” Alden stated.

“I am not.”

“I know your tricks, sweetheart. Instead of having overly complicated lists or dozens of rules, we’ll simplify.”

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