Chapter 25

Paxton

Whoever said internet instructions were terrible hadn't found the right ones.

The oddest things bounced around in my head, but all I could do was breathe and kiss Fraser as I tried to figure out how I'd lost so many brain cells. Something about the kiss made him melt into the bed and he let out a happy sigh. "You're a really good big spoon."

I'd have thought I would be too exhausted to blush, but I would've been wrong.

So as my face heated to a thousand degrees, I buried it against the back of Fraser's neck. "Ugh, don't remind me of what I said."

It felt like it'd been in another world and not just half an hour before in the shower. Fraser was very Daddy as he chuckled, but he felt more Dom as he rolled over and pulled me into his chest. "Come here. Why are you so shy all of the sudden? You were an amazing lover and I'm proud of you."

"'Cause I didn't screw it up even though I hadn't done it before?" I couldn't remember if I'd told him that or not, but it wouldn't have surprised me.

Little me—however I should've described him—was a chatty little fucker.

Ugh.

He'd even made me curse.

"No." Daddy kissed my head. "Because you were brave and tried something new even though it made you nervous."

Petting his chest as I wiggled around and got comfortable, I nodded. "Yeah, but I didn't do it just for you. I…I was curious and I wanted to be closer with you. I just…I just didn't want to screw it up and I could feel how much you liked it."

He'd liked just talking about it too even before he'd started pushing the fantasies through the bond.

"Does…does it really feel that good or were you magnifying it?" I hadn't been sure if he'd exaggerated the sensations to make sure it got through to me or not, but Daddy's confused grunt said he hadn't even thought about doing that.

"Yes. I pictured what I thought it would be like with you based on…prior knowledge." His slight pause made me want to laugh. "Hey, I'm trying to be polite here."

I shrugged and lifted my head long enough to give him a quick peck before hiding again. "I'm actually glad one of us had a positive experience doing that, so I'm not going to complain at all."

Both of us being slightly traumatized near-virgins in that department would not have been helpful, so I was glad he'd found partners in the past who hadn't screwed it up for him.

"Thank you for being understanding and for trusting what I was sharing with you." Kissing my head again, Daddy started running his fingers through my hair and down my back. "I love being with you no matter what we do, but while you're hiding and not little, I'm going to lay out a few plain facts."

My groan didn't stop him from deciding it was time to take care of my mental health.

"You're so cute." He gave me another kiss but didn't get distracted. "First. You have a cock that is very well designed for topping. It's not too wide but it's a wonderful length and it's got just the right curve to nail my prostate."

I was going to die because there was too much blood in my head.

Every time I thought I couldn't blush any harder he helped prove me wrong.

"I thoroughly enjoyed that, but I also enjoy trading blow jobs with you, getting each other off with our hands, and there are endless other things we can do together. So even if we never do this again, we'll still have a wonderful sex life. If you decide you don't ever want to bottom, there's no problem with that either. Why? Why is there no problem with that?"

His tone wasn't stern but it was no-nonsense enough that I sighed. "Because there are other things we can do."

"Slightly dramatic, but that's right." He gave me a kiss for getting the words out, though. "Now, while you're being tortured. Do you like it when I play with your ass when I give you a blow job or when I'm playing with you while we cuddle?"

God.

Someone needed to just stab me with a pin like a bug in a collection.

"Yes." When I didn't die, I knew I could get out a bit more. "I like that. You…nothing you've done makes me nervous."

It didn't matter if he was Fraser or Daddy, he always made me feel good.

Ugh.

I needed to tell him that too.

Wiggling so I could hide against his neck, I ignored his quiet snickers. "You always make me feel incredible and I've loved everything that we've done."

Kissing his neck as he petted me, I tried not to sigh again but it was hard. "I…well, I didn't do it very well the first time I tried it, so I decided I wasn't going to put myself in that position again."

Daddy groaned. "Baby, you just had a partner who went too fast, who didn't prep you enough, or who you just didn't want to do that with to begin with. A lot of men and women don't do that if it's not with the right partner."

Really?

"So you don't think I was a cold worm?" My question had Daddy huffing and he shifted me higher so he could see my face.

Shoot.

"No." When I lifted my head on my own, he gave me a kiss and a solemn frown. "You are not a cold worm…even though that's not a thing and you bug guys don't get to reinvent language just because you find new insects. It's cold fish and you are not one of those."

It was hard not to laugh at that, but since he was serious, I did my best to keep a straight face. "I'll remember that, Daddy."

"Good." He stole another quick kiss before he relaxed his hold and let me hide again. "Because if you keep thinking that, then I'll have to just prove it to you. I'm already wondering if I could organize my thoughts well enough to show you what I'm feeling when I'm spanking you."

I couldn't help the way I sucked in a breath.

Daddy chuckled, and the low, naughty sound sent a shiver through me. "Ha, I heard that. Yes, I'm going to have to figure out how to explain that."

He was going to start narrating our sex life.

Shit.

Damn it. He made me curse.

Ugh.

"I'm not going to ask what you're thinking because it looks like I'd have to punish you for it." Daddy's teasing frown and stern voice had a shiver racing through me. He managed not to laugh as he nodded slowly. "Yes, that was another naughty boy behavior."

Definitely.

But I wasn't ready to talk about that yet…because he was in the mood to tell me what it meant if I did something silly like ask.

"I…I…I liked being the big spoon." Yes, suddenly that wasn't the hardest conversation we could've had. "When do you want to get married?"

Daddy laughed that time and didn't look sorry at all, but once he stopped snickering, he kissed my head and looked very pleased with himself. "I have no idea how we get married on a cruise ship but we should be able to figure that out. And as soon as possible? Definitely before the start of the school year so we can have a wonderful honeymoon."

Something about the way he said that made my cheeks heat back up, and as I hid against his neck, he laughed again. "I think that means you agree with me. So let's try to book everything ourselves and head out like we're taking a quick trip. But if we need help getting things organized, we're going to use a completely human-based company on the other side of the country."

I'd have laughed at how ridiculous he was being, but I wasn't sure that was far enough. "Just make sure their phone people aren't in a high magic population area."

His groan said he hadn't thought about that.

"With as crazy as shit gets around here, we'd end up getting a mage on the phone who'd spelled the damned system." Daddy's idea was scary but fascinating.

I couldn't help looking up and wiggling back enough to make sure I could see him. "Do you think the phone system could be spelled to make sure the customer service person knows what the person on the other end of the line really wants?"

Blinking, Daddy took a second to answer. "Fuck. I don't know. I was being a smart-ass. Well, I thought I was being a smart-ass."

I was starting to have more and more questions about how magic worked, but I wasn't sure anyone in the area could actually answer any of them.

Opening my mouth to at least get a couple of them out, I sucked in a breath as Daddy rolled us over so I was pinned to the bed. "You really will talk about anything else to avoid a subject you're uncomfortable with."

How was that a surprise?

"Um, yes." I decided kissing his cheek and looking cute would be the best way to start dealing with the situation. "And you let me because that's the rules you set up. I don't have to answer unless I want to. Well, sometimes I don't want to."

He huffed and glared but after a few seconds had to nod and I got another kiss before he rolled us back over so I was lying on his chest. "Just so we're clear on the rules."

He was such a brat sometimes.

"If you're going to change the subject, I would like to stay focused on our wedding, please." Daddy looked very snotty and like one of the sour professors my father had worked with. "I need to be romanced after being the little spoon, so you're going to cuddle me and tell me all about our wedding and our trip."

The internet talked about aftercare and being a good top, but I wasn't sure they'd ever imagined Daddy as the emotional bottom who needed tending.

"I'm pretty sure you're making this up." But I just couldn't be sure how much. Huffing, I rolled my eyes and settled back against him so my head was on his chest. It was the best spot, so I closed my eyes. "Well, I love you a lot and you're a very good little spoon, so…so we're going to have a wonderful wedding with just the two of us and the officials."

The closest I'd gotten to a cruise ship was old reruns of The Love Boat when I'd been in South America for a few weeks. For some reason it was one of the only English shows that had been playing in the small hotel I'd stayed at in Brazil.

So I decided to stay generic just in case things had changed a lot since then. "There won't be anyone to ask inappropriate questions or be sneaky. It'll be over the water and it'll have a warm breeze."

Yes.

Ocean.

Nice weather.

Privacy.

"We'll have a big bed and lots of time with just the two of us and—" For Pete's sake. "Please tell me that isn't your front door."

Daddy's groan said he wasn't going to give me the answer I really wanted. "It might be one of my neighbors this time? Some are humans in the know but a few are mages."

Ugh.

"What the fuck did they do to the bugs?" A loud, slightly angry voice came from outside the house. "They're disappearing?"

"He's not going to go away, is he?" Angry and grumpy said mage but the way the man kept saying they made it clear he was a dragon. "Um, let me guess…Boyd. He was the grumpy dragon who you said we needed to tell about the bugs."

Daddy pouted and nodded. "Someone beat us to it."

"That's rude." So it had to be Kenzie and Lorne…and Alick probably told them. "This town needs to work a bit less on their communication skills."

Snickering, Daddy kissed my cheek and rolled to his side so we were curled up on the bed. "I think that is a wonderful idea and if anyone is smart enough to figure out how to do that, it's you."

His ridiculous response made me glare and raise one eyebrow. "That's a nice way of saying you're not going to help me."

Daddy grinned and kissed my nose. "You're so sexy when you're letting all those smarts out."

"You're such a—"

"Disappearing fucking bugs that you have videos of? When were you going to mention this?" The grumpy dragon saved me from actually calling Daddy a brat, but I was not impressed by his manners.

Or his stubbornness.

Daddy scrunched up his face and glared toward the door. "He sounds worked up enough that I don't think he'll go away quietly."

"He's not being quiet now."

Shrugging, Daddy managed not to laugh. "True. Very true. But he might have a reason to dig in his heels. The bugs are teleporting or disappearing or something, and if we're not careful, we're going to end up on the news."

Rolling my eyes, I sat up and frowned. "You're already on YouTube, so I don't see why everyone is so up in arms about it now."

"Shit." Daddy had been trying to sit up but he flopped back on the bed. "I don't remember you mentioning that part."

Huh?

"I've been distracted." It was definitely his fault, so I wasn't going to apologize. "Let's go talk to the grumpy dragon."

"Better him than the council." Daddy sat up, looking down at us and frowning again. "I need to remember to get you another robe."

There had to be a better plan than that.

"Or we could try to teach everyone manners and patience."

Daddy's confused expression said I shouldn't hold my breath on that…yep, I was definitely Team Grady.