Epilogue

Seven Months Later - Calvin

"I'm exhausted," Ricky whined.

I had to agree. We had seven full-time Daddies on the books and needed another two, but the interviews weren't going well. Despite asking the same standard questions that Daddy had answered so beautifully all those months ago, it seemed we were stuck on repeat, as none of them were giving close to the right answers. We still needed a Daddy for our client from hell.

"What was wrong with the last Daddy we sent him?" I asked.

"He failed the Godfather test."

I banged my head on the desk. It sounded like a bad Mafia skit, but essentially, Matty needed someone who could stand up for him, and it wasn't going well.

"They all failed," Ricky said, tapping his pen on his lips thoughtfully. I sighed theatrically. Matthew Coombes—the Little—had just moved back home from Charlotte, North Carolina, where he had been a member of a club owned by a friend of Christopher's. His childhood home was the wealthy Country Club neighborhood of Denver, where his godfather controlled a multi-million-dollar legacy that Matty would inherit on his thirtieth birthday in just under three years.

The kicker was that to inherit his parents' fortune, he had to be married for at least two years prior to that. He had seven months to get it done, and so far, he'd had no luck.

Matthew had so many bad experiences with so-called Daddies or Daddy-Doms who were just after his money that he'd thrown an indecent amount of cash at Rent-A-Daddy, treating it more like a dating agency than a Daddy rental service. When Christopher mentioned that the Little was a bit of a brat and had caused problems at Adrian's club, it sounded like we needed a stern Daddy. We'd tried. Matty himself wasn't what we expected; he seemed way too shy to be a brat. He'd filled out the large questionnaire with a ton of contradictory answers, and the first five Daddies who seemed like a good fit, had been a complete bust.

We'd run out of Daddies. All the ones who wouldn't be intimidated by wealth or power had been chosen first, and either Matty had said they were just a clone of his godfather, or they were intimidated by him.

We were down to the last application, and he was late. Then we both glanced up as we heard the loud roar of what sounded like five motorbikes. We rushed to the office window that overlooked the driveway of Ricky and Chris's home.

"Oh my God," Ricky breathed out as a huge bear of a man swung into the driveway on a massive motorbike—just one. I gaped and ran back for the application form. The photo looked nothing like the mountain climbing off the gleaming Harley.

Ricky glanced down. "It could be his younger brother."

I looked at the photo, then back at the giant now that he'd looked up and I could see his face. "It's him. I don't think the photo's up to date." We both heard one of Christopher's men, Dawson walking toward the door. Christopher and Daddy had a job that day, and since we needed to hold the interviews, we weren't allowed to answer the front door. Dawson did that, made sure they weren't carrying any weapons, and generally hovered at the back of the office.

Dawson must have been happy to let him in because Novo Jeremiah Sousa followed Dawson into the office a few minutes later. I watched as my hand disappeared into the paws of the man, but his grip was gentle. His eyes were a soft blue, and although his head was shaved, his beard was red. If he had walked in wearing a kilt—though that might be a bit drafty on the motorbike—I wouldn't have been surprised.

After introductions and while we sat with bottles of water, Ricky asked him if he'd filled in the questionnaire because we hadn't received it by email. He nodded, then reached into his leather jacket pocket and pulled out the folded paper. "I brought it with me," he said, pushing it over.

I opened it up, and Ricky leaned over to read.

Daddy characteristics:

On a scale of 1-10, how possessive do you think a Daddy should be with his Little?

Scrawled underneath, he'd written:

I'd add another hundred or so zeros to that ten, but I don't reckon you have enough paper.

I grinned, liking him already, and Matty's godfather would take one look and throw a fit, which might just be what Matty needed.

The next day was Friday and not only did Daddy have a full weekend off, he was taking me back to Rainbow Key for a long weekend until Monday. With the business being super busy, Ricky and Christopher wouldn't be joining us as they had originally intended. I felt awful that they couldn't come, but Ricky had insisted, especially because I was fully capable in the water now. Daddy had done exactly what he said and made sure I learned to swim. Not only had he arranged for private lessons, but Daddy got in the water every time with me until I was confident in there on my own.

Ricky had hugged me bye as usual when Christopher and Daddy had gotten back yesterday and we had shared our excitement over the new Daddy, and Ricky had told us to have a good time and we'd go together next time.

And I'd woken ridiculously early and had lain in bed with Daddy pressed to my back, wondering what I'd ever done to be this lucky. "I can hear you thinking," Daddy muttered, and I'd giggled and pressed back against Daddy, grinding my ass optimistically into Daddy's groin.

Then Daddy shot up in bed and reached for me, but cackling, I was just quick enough to scramble out, but the chase lasted all of about ten seconds before Daddy not only caught me but held me over his knee and swatted my ass. And because it was amazing as always and I was as hard as a rock, Daddy didn't let me up, but lubed his finger and played.

"Daddy," my shriek turned into a groan at the first touch of Daddy's finger.

"Well, I'm having problems with my Little trying to run away so I've gotten a new butt plug to help me catch him.

My eyes widened even though Daddy couldn't see my face. Daddy loved experimenting with all sorts of toys, but this felt a little different going in, until it seemed to touch that place inside me that Daddy always found to light up my world and make everything go sparkly. "Daddy," I gasped, as I felt something ridged slide in and out.

"They're anal beads. I wanted to see what you thought. I'm planning on taking them with us this weekend."

"Daddy," I whined desperately, knowing better than to try to grind myself on Daddy's lap. Daddy pulled the beads out, then played with my hole with his fingers until I was nearly crying with the need to come, then he swapped and lay down so I could ride his cock at last.

So good. So, so good and I closed my eyes and chanted Daddy, Daddy, Daddy , waiting for permission, knowing I was a few seconds from begging, but then Daddy took hold of my cock and all it took were two pulls and his rough order and I damn near exploded. Daddy followed me a few seconds later.

I whined when I could make any noise at all because now I needed to change the bed as well as finish packing.

Daddy treated us to first class, and we both had a glass of prosecco on the flight. I managed to stay awake this time though, and when we got picked up in a limo, I was beyond feeling spoiled. I just felt guilty because Ricky and Christopher weren't with us. I grinned and waved at Matt, who was waiting with the boat as we drove into the marina, and soon I was sitting in the captain's chair with a special hat that Matt produced for me, telling him all about my swimming. Both Daddy and Matt still made me wear a life vest, though. I gazed out at the sea as the island came into view and was ecstatic to see Joshua looking very smart and standing next to another teenager, holding a tray with mimosas on them.

Daddy helped me off, and I flung myself at Joshua for a hug and met Dion who was a new trainee. I realized we'd gotten the suitcases off, but no one seemed to be moving, so I turned to see what Daddy was doing just in time to see him smile and get down on one knee.

"Oh," I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth to stop any more noise coming out. I was going to sob, laugh, screech.

"Baby," Daddy said clearly and seemed way less panicked than I felt. "I told you seven months ago I was keeping you forever. Let's make it official, huh?" He held out a small black box and opened it, but I couldn't see what was in it clearly because tears were making my vision blurry. "You have to say yes," he ordered a moment before he stood and his arms came around me. I nodded and said yes twice in case he couldn't hear my croaky words and he bent and scooped me close, fastening our lips together. At the same time, a huge cheer went up from behind and when Daddy let me take a breath, I turned just in time for a whirlwind called Ricky to barrel into me.

"Cal, you won't believe how much it's killed me keeping this secret," Ricky cried and then I was being hugged by Christopher, and Gideon and Maddox, who were there for the weekend as well.

I let Daddy guide me to the hotel and had more hugs when Nana May got her hands on me.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me," I said to Ricky and laughed. "I felt really mean coming away without you."

Ricky giggled. "As if I would miss your wedding."

His words sunk in and I gaped. "What?"

"You're getting married tomorrow. I have everything organized and the suits are upstairs, except this time you guys get the honeymoon suite." I whipped my head around to stare at Daddy who was grinning and looking way too pleased with himself.

"Tomorrow?" I squeaked out.

Daddy nodded.

"But what if I'd have said no?" Not that I would, but still.

And he chuckled, sitting, and pulled me onto his lap. "It wasn't really a question, sweetheart. If you'd said no, I'd have spanked that ass until you said yes."

I snuggled into Daddy's arms and sighed. My heart was so full of love I didn't think there was any more room to fit even a bit more happiness in there.

But I was wrong, because at sunset the next day we stood on the beach in our cream linen dress pants and shirts. Mine with a sparky pink tie and braces, and Daddy with a matching pink pocket square. Tiny and Pooh watched us say our promises in pride of place with their matching outfits on and all our family and friends surrounding us.

"I love you, Daddy" I said after Daniel had said his words, and wondered why people were chuckling.

"I love you too, baby," Daddy said gravely, "but I'm not sure that's exactly the answer Daniel needed. I think it was something along the lines of ‘I do.'"

Daniel laughed. "Never mind. I think that counts as a yes." The rest of his words were drowned out by all the whooping and cheering, and I just jumped. Daddy swept me up into his arms and kissed me until I nearly forget everything except the man who was holding me and would always keep my heart safe.

I might have started out renting this Daddy, but he was all mine now.

Forever, and ever.