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At long last, Daddy tipped his hips and hers so their bodies met at that magic angle, the one where he could pound something deep inside her and find that magical spot that sent all of her clenching.

Having his merciless thrusts mirrored by Uncle Linc’s thickness driving into her throat and out again was enough to short circuit her senses. Given how on the edge she’d been, it shouldn’t have surprised her that her orgasm felt like a sudden and massive high voltage explosion.

She moaned and choked on Uncle Linc’s cock, and almost didn’t manage to swallow the thick ropes of come he spurted into her mouth. It was like when Daddy gave her a bottle and an enema at the same time, but filthy in a different way. How had she gotten so lucky to find a man who loved her as she was and whose fantasies hewed so closely to her own? She didn’t believe in miracles but with Daddy in her life and living on Enclave, she was beginning to question why not.

Chapter Forty

Being stuck in Anchorage was the fucking worst. The weather had held off long enough for him to get back from the village, but now he and Apollo were grounded in the city.

Owen felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin from being away from his babygirl for too long. That or maybe just jump in Cook Inlet and start swimming to Enclave. But that would only get him dead and then he’d never see Cricket again and that was unacceptable.

But he needed to get out of his house so he wouldn’t just prowl around for hours, missing her. ’Pollo had invited him to Covert but he didn’t feel right about that. Not that he’d be unfaithful to his Little girl, ever, but he also didn’t want her worrying about it on top of already being keyed up as hell, and upset.

Linc had already put a terribly distressed Cricket to bed after Owen had done their goodnight phone call, and he wasn’t the kind of Daddy to put his own needs above his Little girl’s; she needed her sleep more than he needed to hear her voice. Besides, it would be easier for her to pass the time in dreamland than awake so he’d find some way to occupy himself until ’Pollo could fly them safely back to Enclave.

Even if Owen wasn’t going to hit up the kink club where he maintained a membership, there was a bar nearby Covert. One where he might see a familiar face or two or be able to strike up a conversation with someone. Talking would pass the time until the weather cleared way faster than pacing.

A half hour later, Owen shook as much rain off his coat and boots as he could at the door and hung up his slicker before surveying the bar. He was pleased to see a guy he knew—not that he and Mitch had been friends, but a friendly acquaintance would do.

He walked over and took a seat next to the man, and shook his hand before waving the bartender over and placing his order. Just a beer would do.

“Hey, man. Long time no see. Where’ve you been?”

“I left the clinic and moved out to an island with Gavin Bayard and some of his buddies.”

“Nice,” Mitch said, taking another swig of his beer. “You still doing bush flights?”

“Sure am. Got stuck on the way home from one, that’s why I’m here.”

“Fucking weather. On the plus side, it’s Alaska. Wait fifteen minutes and it’ll change.”

When the bartender slid Owen’s drink across the beat up wood, he picked it up, and he and Mitch clinked the necks of their bottles together. Then it was bottoms up.

“I woulda thought you’d stop by Covert if you were in town.”

“I thought about it. But I started seeing someone, and I didn’t want her worrying. You know how Littles can be.”

“Do I ever,” Mitch said, shaking his head. “Some of them are just over the top needy. It’s suffocating.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Owen said, thinking of how much he loved the way Cricket would throw herself into his arms and hug the life out of him even if he’d only been gone for a few hours. She might literally crush him to death when he got home after this trip and the delay. Well, there were worse ways to go. “It’s actually one of the things I like about them. Makes me feel like a big man, you know? Being needed.”

“More power to you., I couldn’t stand it. And the moods.” The man rolled his eyes and took another sip of his beer. “Feelings, all the time, and they get worked up about the smallest things. So much crying. You know I dated a girl who literally threw a tantrum because she couldn’t find a toy? Glad that’s over. Jesus Christ. Grow up, am I right?”

Heat crawled up Owen’s neck and settled behind his ears. That sounded exactly like something Cricket would do.

“You were dating a Little,” he said to Mitch. “What did you expect? A lot of them have big feelings, and part of being a Daddy is helping them learn how to handle them in a healthy way. Sounds like you bit off more than you could chew.”

“Yeah, I shoulda known better. She was just so…” Mitch mimed having a big pair of tits. “Curves for days and a rack like you’ve never seen. Plus this red hair. Hot as hell, great lay, but crazy as fuck. And it’s not like I could take her anywhere acting like that. Fun for the club and in my bed but not good for anything else. What a waste of that ass and thighs you could sink your teeth into.”

His stomach pitched and rolled like an ocean kayak. If Mitch wasn’t talking about Cricket, Owen would eat his toque. How many curvy redheaded Littles could there be in Anchorage?

“I hope you let her down gently,” he said, trying not to sound like he was seething when really he wanted to tell Mitch he was a waste of oxygen. Before slamming his face into the bar.

Mitch snorted. “I tried dropping a few hints but she wasn’t picking up what I was putting down, you know? So I stopped texting or calling her back. Best use of the block feature I’ve made in my life.”

Owen had been annoyed before—Mitch might enjoy being called Daddy during spicy times but he clearly wasn’t equipped or willing to be the kind of Daddy a lot of Little girls actually needed. That didn’t make him a bad guy, it just meant he needed to be more honest with himself and prospective partners.

Now though? He wanted to rip Mitch’s head off and mount it on his wall.

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