Page 106 of Their Perfect Daddy

“Didn’t catch that,” Monty says carefully. I suspect he wants to tease me, yet he’s aware I need comfort right now too.

Pulling away from the delicious smelling man holding me, I turn to face Monty. “I said, I’m upset because I have no underwear.”

The room is silent for a moment before Monty bursts into laughter. I scowl, unsure why this is so amusing. My underwear is expensive. It’s taken years to acquire it all and now it’s missing.

When I turn to see if Daddy is laughing, I find his cheeks a deep shade of red. It’s almost as if he’s…

“Do you know what happened to my underwear?”

He nods slowly. Rather than answer me, he stands from the bed and moves to the dresser against the wall. I don’t typically use that since I thought it was all Monty’s clothes. I guess my stuff could have been put there on accident.

“Go look at it, Princess,” Monty says softly. He waves a hand towards Daddy, who appears to be frozen beside the large, deep brown monstrosity of a clothing holder thingy.

In a flash I’m beside him again. I don’t wait for him to open the drawer he’s holding. I need to get rid of this towel and into some panties pronto.

Except when I open the drawer, I can immediately tell there’s an issue. None of them are clean.

Lifting my gaze, I stare at Daddy. “Why are they here?”

The room is quiet enough I hear him sigh. As he opens his mouth to answer me, Monty beats him to it.

“It’s because he steals them every time you take a pair off. He collects them, the creepy stalker.”

My jaw drops. He collects my panties?!

“Daddy? Is that true?”

He nods, then clears his throat. “It is. I’m sorry to have caused you distress, Princess. It’s just… you look so gorgeous in them all. I’ve been a bit transfixed by them. And then after taking the first pair weeks ago, I couldn’t resist continuing to do so. I’d told myself I would buy you more, and we could go shopping since I know you enjoy it so much.”

“I do enjoy it,” I reassure him since I can tell he’s getting worked up.

“Yes, I know. And it was all part of the plan. But then life got busy, and I simply forgot. Or, well, I put it off. I enjoy having you boys all to myself. Sharing you has been difficult.”

Monty snorts. “You share us all the time.”

Daddy and I share a look at his words. Even when he’s corny, we care about him.

“So what do we do now?” I ask when no one says anything else.

“My first guess is that you’ll have to go commando for a bit while we get those panties clean. Then maybe we’ll go ahead and take the trip.”

I nod as I cross the room toward the closet. “Good plan, Daddy. I just have to pick where I want us to go first.”

Right before I make it through the closet door, I see Monty snatch up his notebook and flip few pages. “Maybe we should go to Lacey Connor’s place. You mentioned liking their in-store selection.”

Time stands still as it hits me. The notebook is about me. It has to be. Everything leading up to now tell me so.

Rushing across the room, I dive onto the bed, then crawl into Monty’s lap. My towel slides off at some point, leaving me bare and hard at the thought of him liking me enough to take notes.

I press my mouth to his in a kiss so hard I feel him jolt with the touch. Daddy hums from somewhere nearby, careful not to interrupt.

“What was that for?” Monty asks, his voice all breathy when we part.

Beaming at him, I reach my hand out for Daddy to join us. Once I’m touching them both I say, “I’m so lucky to have both of you in my life. Even if Daddy steals my panties, and Monty keeps strange notebooks of details about me, I can’t complain. You’ve both shown you care in your own stalkery ways.”

Daddy groans as Monty giggles. “It is not stalking.”

“It kind of is, Daddy. I’d started keeping my list before we got together after all.”

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