Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Lily

The soft glow of her nightlight cast warm shadows across the room when Lily slowly blinked awake.

Something was different.

It took her a moment to realize what it was. The steady rise and fall of a broad chest beneath her cheek, the warmth of a strong arm wrapped securely around her waist, the quiet rumble of someone else breathing.

Greyson.

Her breath hitched, her heart skipping a beat as she took in her position. She was tucked tightly against him, her body molded to his in a way that felt sonatural , soright.His other arm was curled under his head, his breathing slow and even, deep in sleep.

For a long moment, she justlooked at him. It had been so long, yet he was even better looking than she remembered.

In the dim light, she could make out the sharp angles of his jaw, the flecks of silver in his hair, and the slight crease in his brow even as he slept. He looked older now, yes, butstill so undeniablyGreyson. Strong. Protective.

Hers .

Or at least… he had been.

Her heart clenched as her mind drifted back to everything that had happened that night. Seeing him atThe Playground, feeling him take care of her again, hearing his deep voice call herhis good girl.

Had it meant something to him?

Would he ever want to be her Daddy again?

The thought made her stomach flip.

She didn’t know how to ask.

Didn’t know if she could ask.

But just as her thoughts started to spiral, a familiar sensation pulled her back to reality.

Her bladder.

Her eyes widened slightly as she realized how full it was, how desperately she needed to go.

She shifted a little, but Greyson’s grip around her waist tightened instinctively, pulling her closer.

She stilled.

There was no way she could move without waking him.

Her gaze flickered toward the bathroom door, but she already knew there was no getting out of his grasp without disturbing him.

Then, she remembered.

The diaper.

A blush crept over her cheeks.

Could she?

The thought made her squirm, but at the same time, a strange kind of happiness settled inside her. Greyson had put her in it for this reason, to keep her comfortable, to keep her safe from accidents.

She bit her lip, hesitating.

Then, finally, she let out a small breath andrelaxed .

Warmth spread beneath her, soaking into the thick padding, the release easing the pressure. A soft, involuntary sigh escaped her lips as her body melted further into Greyson’s hold.

The diaper held everything, just as it was meant to, leaving her dry and snug.

As she drifted back into sleep, the last thought in her mind was how much she wished things could stay exactly like this.

Lily stirred, stretching slightly before realizing she was still wrapped securely against Greyson’s firm chest.

Her eyes fluttered open to look at him. He was already awake, watching her, his deep brown eyes filled with something unreadable.

For a moment, neither one of them spoke.

She was so warm, socomfortable in his embrace. It was the perfect way to wake up.

“I missed you,” she finally whispered.

Greyson let out a soft breath, his grip tensing around her momentarily. “I missed you too, babygirl.”

Lily swallowed, emotions pressing against her chest. “Did you ever think about me?” she asked, tracing a slow pattern against his shirt with her fingertip.

“Every day,” Greyson admitted without hesitation. “I wanted to ask Carly if she’d seen you, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to know if you’d found a new Daddy.”

Lily blinked up at him, surprised by his confession. “You didn’t?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “I couldn’t. It would’ve been too hard to hear. I left. I didn’t have a right to know what happened after that.”

Her heart squeezed at his words. “I tried,” she admitted softly. “Over the years, I tried to find a Daddy. But none of them ever felt right.”

Greyson’s jaw tightened slightly, his fingers flexing against her waist as if restraining himself from saying something. Instead, he simply exhaled slowly, nodding. “I get that. No one could ever replace you either, babygirl.”

Lily bit her lip, hesitating, before asking, “What was it like? Being in the military?”

Greyson’s expression shifted, something heavy settling in his eyes. “It was an honor to serve,” he answered steadily. “To protect my country. To do something bigger than myself.”

He paused, his thumb brushing absently against her arm. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t regret leaving you. You were the hardest thing I’ve ever had to walk away from, Lily.”

Her throat tightened.

She reached up, resting a hand against his cheek, enjoying the warmth of his skin. “You came back,” she whispered.

Greyson leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers. “Yeah, I did,” he said, voice low. “And I’m not walking away again. Not unless you ask me to.”

The security of Greyson’s arms around her, the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek was everything Lily had longed for without even realizing how much she needed it.

She barely had time to process the weight of his words, the promise in them, before he tilted her chin up with two fingers, his touch gentle yet firm.

Her breath hitched as she met his gaze, dark and full of something deep, somethingundeniable .

And then he kissed her.

It was slow. Gentle. Intimate in a way that made her melt into him.

His lips moved over hers with deliberate care, as if savoring the moment, as ifmemorizing how she felt beneath him. He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking soft circles into her skin.

Lily sighed into the kiss, her fingers curling against his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if she were afraid he might disappear.

But he didn’t.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against hers. His breath was warm against her lips as he whispered, “I want to spend more time with you, babygirl.”

Her heart swelled. “I’d like that, too.”

Greyson smiled softly, his hand trailing down to squeeze her waist before he pulled away completely. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stretching before reaching back for her.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said, his tone dipping into that familiar, affectionate authority that sent a shiver rushing down her spine. “Let’s get you changed.”

She blinked sleepily at him before realizing what he meant.

Her cheeks turned pink.

She was still in her wet diaper.

Her body stiffened with embarrassment, but Greyson didn’t give her time to dwell on it. He was already standing, moving toward her dresser. He opened a few drawers, searching, and after a moment, pulled out a clean pair of cotton panties—soft, pink, and decorated with tiny bows.

Lily buried her face into one of her stuffed animals as he walked back to her.

“Aw, baby,” he said, kneeling in front of her, amusement lacing his voice. “No need to be shy.”

She peeked at him from behind the plushie, her cheeks burning. “But…”

“Shhh,” he soothed, his fingers making quick work of the diaper’s tapes. “Let me take care of you, little one. Let me be Daddy.”

She let out a soft whimper as he peeled away the damp diaper, her legs pressing together instinctively. He was sogentle, socareful, wiping her clean with a cloth he’d grabbed from her bathroom.

His touch wasn’t teasing or impatient. It was tender. Loving. Everything she remembered.

When he slid the fresh pair of panties up her legs, he patted her thigh softly and smiled. “There we go, babygirl. All dry, all comfy.”

Lily peeked up at him again from the bed, still clutching her stuffed animal, her heart so full it felt like it might burst.

Because for the first time inyears, she felt truly and completely taken care of.

And she had never been happier.