Page 66 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Yeah. I needed it.”

Jack sat and sighed. “You know, I was thinking it’s about time we did things up around here.”

Stafford tried to keep his surprise off his face. “What? Seriously?”

“Yeah, Blakely tripped on one of the porch boards. Fell on her knees. Can’t have that. And if you two decide to give me some great-grandbabies . . . well, we have to make it safe for them.”

“Wait, go back. Blakely tripped and fell? When was this?” he asked urgently.

“Hmm, yesterday morning, I think.”

“I need to go check on her.” He stood.

“Easy, boy. She’s fine. Just a bit of a scrape.”

“She never told me!” When he’d gotten home last night, they’d quickly eaten dinner before heading to The Wishing Well. When they’d gotten home, she’d fallen asleep quickly.

Still, she’d had plenty of opportunity to tell him what had happened.

“Why didn’t she tell me?” He’d be speaking to her about that. It wasn’t acceptable for her to keep things from him.

Perhaps you should sit her down and go through the rules.

Yeah. That was something he kept meaning to do. He just kept getting preoccupied with other things.

Like fucking her until they were both exhausted every night.

He had a feeling that he wasn’t doing a good job as her Dom.

“Maybe she didn’t think it was important enough, boy.”

“Everything about her is important,” he said as he sat again. “I need to know if she’s injured so I can take care of her.”

“What do you want from her? By the time you got home, she was all bandaged up and as good as gold.”

“She could have called me. I would have come back.”

“Funny. Does she know that? Because all she said when I offered to call you was that you were too busy to be bothered with something so inconsequential.”

What the hell?

“Shit,” he muttered with a sigh. “I think I’m messing things up.”

“Yep. I think you are too.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Stafford said dryly.

“I have confidence in you over a lot of things, boy. But I don’t want to see you mess this up.”

“Everything is good apart from the fact that she won’t show me her Little.”

“She won’t show you? Or you haven’t made her feel secure enough to let her Little out? She probably needs to know that this is something you really want.”

“I told her it was.”

But had he shown her? No.

She’d let her Little side peek out before, though. So why was she locking it down so tight now? Did she really not feel secure enough?

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