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The girls all cackled and tried to hide it. Jojo was so sassy with her Daddy, which was funny because toe to toe, Taj looked to be about three times as big as his Little.

“And you better watch your mouth and your manners unless you want me to bend you over the side of this cooler and spank your bottom right here.”

Cricket shuddered. She wouldnotwant to be spanked in front of all these people, and she’d heard about the harsh punishment Jojo had earned for running on the Hag. Mister Taj seemed like he was being more playful than serious right now, but it was sometimes hard to tell with him.

“How about you stop hissing and c’mere, kitten?” Mister Taj said, and patted his thigh.

It was very sweet how Jojo minced over to the bench her Daddy sat on and perched on his lap before he cuddled her into his side with one of those massive tree trunk arms of his. Cricket went and sat next to her own Daddy and snuggled under his arm. Yeah, this was the life.

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Cricket was sound asleep in her crib. It had taken approximately two seconds after he’d put on her mask and clipped her mitts to the crib for her to be unconscious. She was worn out, and no wonder.

Between her punishments, her afternoon out on the boat, helping him skin and clean the two rockfish she’d caught at Taj’s honey hole, chowing down on their freshly caught dinner, taking her Daddy’s cock in all three of her holes, and having her tub time, that was enough to make any Little girl very sleepy.

Even though the past several days had taken a toll on them both, he was grateful. Grateful he had people he could trust to take care of Cricket if he had to be away, grateful that he thought he’d made his point about honesty firmly and for good, and grateful they could live in a place that accepted their relationship.

The light on the porch flicked on and off a couple times, and he went to the door.

“Come on in, man,” he told Linc. “Cricket’s dead to the world.”

“How’s she doing?” his friend asked, looking a little concerned.

“She’s great. Why are you asking like that? Want a beer by the way?”

“Sure,” Linc said, and followed him over to the kitchen where Owen cracked a beer and handed it to his buddy.

Then they dropped onto the couch and put their feet up on the coffee table.

“You asked if Cricket was okay,” Owen prodded. “Did something happen that I should know about?”

He couldn’t imagine that it was anything major. If so, there was no way both his friend and his babygirl would’ve been able to keep it from him until now, especially after Cricket got her lesson about what happened when she kept secrets from Daddy.

“No, no,” Linc said, shaking his head and taking a draught. Owen would have to add beer to his grocery list for the next time ’Pollo went to Anchorage. “I thought everything went fine, but I didn’t know if Cricket felt that way too. She missed you a lot. I tried not to take it personally and I’m hoping that’s the only reason she was miserable while you were away. Just wanted to make sure she didn’t tell you I was the worst Uncle-slash-babysitter she’d ever had and she never wanted to see me again. ”

Owen laughed. “No, not at all. She would’ve let you know if you were the problem. Of course you probably would’ve had to give her a naughty girl spanking for calling you a poopyhead then.”

Linc snorted and looked over his shoulder at Cricket sleeping soundly in her crib. “Nah, she seemed to like me alright. No name-calling or tantrums.”

“Then I think you did just fine. She said you took really good care of her.”

Linc looked pleased, and he should. It wasn’t easy to care for a babygirl like Cricket, and he’d done a good job.

“How was it for you?” Owen asked before taking a sip of his own beer.

“Phenomenal. Not that I want to steal your girl, but… I’ve got to figure out a way to find a Little girl of my own. It was a lot of work but it felt so good. I can’t believe you’re lucky enough to have that every day.”

“To be honest, neither can I.”

Chapter Forty-Six

Three weeks after his first trip, Owen was back on the road. Or on the plane, really, because there were no roads in this part of Alaska. Silver Sun was a sleepy old fishing village with only a harbor for Apollo to land the float plane in.

Leaving Cricket again hadn’t been easy but Linc was taking care of her, and his friend had all of Enclave for backup should he need it. While Owen missed his babygirl like crazy, it was a good thing he was here. The doc who used to fly out here had passed away last year and they hadn’t found a new one before now.

It had been a long fucking day of dealing with a line of patients out the door, a lot of whom had issues that would’ve been simple to treat or cure if they’d gotten medical attention earlier but were now more complicated or hopeless. He couldn’t wait to get home to Cricket.

If she was up for it, they’d play hard when he got back, and he’d be in super strict mode for days. Having her at his mercy was one of the few ways he could work through his frustration.

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