Giddy Up, Daddy (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #5)

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

“Saw my girl the other night. Coming out of your room.”

Stafford turned from where he was eating his dinner. It was late, but Blakely had left him a plate of pot roast in the oven.

Would have tasted better earlier if you’d had the guts to come inside and eat with her.

But no, here he was eating on his own. However, he often ate alone. He was used to it. What he really did not like was that she’d stopped leaving him little notes with his lunch.

He missed those fucking notes.

Got no one to blame but yourself.

“Your girl?” Stafford muttered, turning back to his food.

“Yeah, my girl. And if you upset her, you’re going to answer to me.”

It took a moment for those words to sink in as Grandpa Jack shuffled around the table and sat opposite him.

“Answer to you?”

“To me, boy. Not so big I can’t take my belt to you.”

“You’ve never taken your belt to me.” Probably not the thing to focus on, but his brain was still trying to catch up with what was happening right now.

“Well, maybe I should have. That’s not the way you treat a girl like Blakely.”

“What are you talking about?” Stafford asked.

“I’m talking about you sticking your dick where it doesn’t belong. Not unless you’re serious about that girl and gonna put a ring on her finger.”

What. The. Hell.

Was Grandpa Jack really lecturing him about who he slept with? That he should marry Blakely?

No. He’s telling you that unless you’re serious about her, you shouldn’t be messing around with her.

Which is exactly what he’d been telling himself.

So I should really fucking listen, shouldn’t I?

“I didn’t mean to hurt her. I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Then stop messing around with her, boy.”

“I’m not. I’m doing my best to stay away from her.”

Grandpa Jack grunted. “Yeah? You think that’s the best solution, do you?”

“What would be your solution?” he asked.

“Marry the girl.”

Stafford spat out his mouthful of coffee. “What? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, boy, I’m serious. Put a ring on her finger and marry that girl before she gets snatched up by someone else. How she’s still single, I don’t know. But you marry that girl and you get down on your knees and thank God, and me, every day of your life after. I don’t like having an idiot for a grandson. Got me?”

“It’s not that simple. I’m not in a position to marry anyone.”

“Bullshit. If people waited until they were in a good position, no one would get married. When I married your grandmother, we lived on this ranch in a rundown shack. It didn’t even have indoor plumbing. I built this ranch with my bare hands and her help. Life isn’t perfect and you can’t wait for it to be.”

“I’m not what she needs, Grandpa.”

“Why? Because she’s a Little?”

“Yes,” Stafford said.

“So?”

“I’m not a Daddy Dom.” He didn’t think this really needed to be said.

His grandfather snorted. “Then figure out how to give her what she needs.”

“I should just become a Daddy Dom for her?” Stafford asked.

Actually.

Wasn’t the worst idea.

“I don’t know how to do that,” he said.

“You really think you’d have to change yourself? That you don’t know what you’re doing? That you aren’t a Daddy Dom? Boy, you’re protective, you’re caring, and you’re bossy as fuck. Pretty sure it will come to you easier than you think. Those times she’s slipped and her Little has come out have you been horrified, disinterested, angry at her?”

“What? Of course not!”

“What did you feel?”

This was an odd conversation to have with his grandfather, but Stafford thought back to his feelings when Blakely had let small pieces of her Little show. It didn’t happen that often.

Unfortunately.

Huh.

“I want to help her. To take care of her. That’s all I want. For her to be happy.”

“Then all these obstacles you’re creating are dumb, boy. They’re things you could truly get over if you wanted to. You’ve just got to want that girl badly enough to do what needs to be done.”

Shit.

Could he be what she needed? Was it as simple as wanting to take care of her? Wanting her to be happy?

It wasn’t like her Little scared him off. In fact, he thought it was cute.

And hadn’t he already taken care of her when she was in Little headspace?

Everyone started somewhere, right?

“Do you know where she is right now?” Grandpa Jack asked.

“What? I assumed she was upstairs, asleep.”

“Boy, you know nothing.” Grandpa Jack kept shuffling away.

Was that all he was going to say?

For fuck’s sake.

“Where is she?” Stafford demanded.

Jack turned and eyed him seriously.

“She’s not here?” Worry filled him. “She didn’t ask me if she could leave.”

“So she’s a prisoner here, now? Boy, you have no idea how to treat a woman, do you?”

“Grandpa,” he warned. “Where is she?”

“I tell you, then you have to promise that you will stop all this nonsense. No more avoiding her. If you’ve decided you want her for good, then I’ll tell you.”

“I promise.”

“All right. She’s at some speed-dating Daddy night at The Wishing Well in Wishingbone. Have fun with that, boy.”