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And then, if I was as lucky as I’d been the day he accidentally texted me, for the rest of my life, too.

Chapter 11

Owen

A quiet snuffle woke me up, probably the only thing in existence that might be better to wake up to than the big, solid body I was tucked up against.

For a second, I didn’t move. Couldn’t, because even though Daddy was breathing in a soft, slow rhythm that told me he wasn’t awake yet, his arms were wrapped all the way around me, holding me just as close as he had been when we’d fallen asleep.

After we’d done… um… all that.

A giddy sort of happiness bubbled up inside me, the kind I didn’t even know it was possible to feel. And then the little beagle made another quiet sound, and my happiness burst into something even brighter.

I carefully wiggled out of Daddy’s hold and scooted over to the edge of the bed, then peeked over.

A pair of the most gorgeous brown eyes in existence staring back up at me.

“Hi, girl,” I whispered, reaching down to pet her head. “Are you okay?”

Her tail gave a small, tentative thump, and my heart soared. God, I’d been so scared for her—scared and mad—when that car had slammed into her. It had been horrifying, and it wasn’t until I’d heard a quiet little whine that I’d realized the worst hadn’t happened.

But I’d still feared it might.

She was really, truly going to recover though, wasn’t she? Both Daddy and the vet had said so, but I knew that wasn’t the kind of thing someone could promise.

Except, when Daddy made promises, maybe it was.

He’d kept every one he’d ever made me, and I bit my lip hard to hold in a smile when the little beagle gave my hand a cautious lick. Then another.

“I wonder what your name is?”

The bed dipped behind me, Daddy sitting up and pressing a kiss against my bare shoulder, then leaning over me to look at her, too. “I think that’s up to you, baby boy.”

His voice was scratchy with sleep, deep and low, and it sent a shiver through me that had my dick jumping with excitement.

I could easily imagine feeling weird about getting off with another man for the first time, or even feeling nervous about what it all meant, if it was real and if it would last, the morning after something like that.

I could imagine it… if I hadn’t been with my Daddy.

But for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel anxious about what I was doing or whether it would work out. I couldn’t. Not with him. He made me feel?—

Well, lots of things. But calm and safe and happy were definitely three of them.

Being with him in person may have been brand new, but I knew him. I trusted him.

And even though it was obviously way, way too soon to say so out loud, I loved him, too. I was in love with him. Head over heels. And now that he’d said yes to everything, to just being with me from now on, not any other boys at the club, I was going to do everything I could to find a way to make him love me back someday, too.

I was his.

And I wanted him to be mine not just for right now, but hopefully forever.

The dog, though, was another story.

“She’s too cute not to have an owner,” I said, a little bit sad about that even though of course I wanted her to be loved. “So, um, I’m sure she already has a name.”

“Maybe,” Daddy agreed. “But no collar. No tag. No chip. We can try to find out if someone’s missing her, but we should still call her something for now, don’t you think?”

Her tail thumped again like she agreed, and I ducked my head, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. “Yeah, I guess so?”