Epilogue #2
I have. During a scary moment in the escape room, Matty ran to him and jumped up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
He looked just as surprised as he did on top of the Stratosphere.
Then he sank his hand into her wild curls and held her still for a very long, very thorough kiss.
I’m not sure what’s going on there but Faolan and Javier are best friends and have been forever.
Matty mentioned they’ve shared submissives before.
Matty hasn’t let me in on her plans, so I don’t know if Matty’s pushing for it, or if this is something she and Faolan cooked up together but I think Matty’s angling for two daddies.
I just hope she doesn’t fall victim to Master Javier’s “one year and done” rule, which is widely rumored at the club.
“What time is it, little girl?” Daddy asks. “I hate not being able to see anything.”
“Frustrating, isn’t it?” I ask him with more than a little glee, since he blindfolds me all the time. “It’s five minutes to seven.”
Daddy grunts and slips out of me, rolling onto his back. “I know it’s a little earlier than planned but I’m ready to get up and start the day. It’s a big day.”
“Is it?” I ask innocently.
He pinches my hip. “You know it is.”
“Hmm, because we’re meeting some friends at noon?”
Daddy rolls over and squashes me into the mattress. “Because today I’m making you my wife.” He kisses me and tickles me at the same time until I squeal.
When he’s finished torturing my ribs, he rolls off me and fumbles his way to the bathroom with his arms outstretched. I don’t offer to guide him because Tickling Daddies are an evil which must be deterred. He closes the door behind him and the shower goes on.
I roll over, pulling the bedding around me until I’m a burrito baby.
I wriggle my arms out, rest my chin on my folded arms, and look out at the turrets of Excalibur’s castle.
In rooms all around the hotel, our friends will be getting ready.
I’ve helped Laurel, Cynnie, Vashi, Aggie, Sammi, and Yummy with their outfits, because they’re my bridal party.
And I know what Master Niall is wearing, even if he’s crazy.
But everyone else has been very secretive about what they’re wearing to the wedding.
To be fair, that might be because of me.
I originally wanted a Teddy Bear’s Picnic wedding, similar to my collaring ceremony, only probably with less bunnies since a fluffle is hard to find here in Vegas.
That’s what I put on the wedding invitations.
But after becoming a fierce, white, baby dragon and finding my flight, I changed my mind.
When guests RSVPed, I emailed them to let them know they were free to dress any way they wanted.
We’re getting married by Elvis, so I expect some wild outfits.
But everyone’s been “keeping mum” about what they’re wearing, to use a Daddyism.
Even Daddy’s been super-secretive, squirreling away in his office on video-calls with Niall.
Cynnie, who usually can’t keep a secret for more than a millisecond, suddenly became Fort Knox after going on two shopping trips with Daddy.
I’d be put-out but she really is the Queen Bee of thrifting, so whatever she helps him put together will be awesome.
On that thought, I smile at the view and worm my way out of my burrito.
I put on one of the fluffy hotel robes and amble into the other room of the suite.
I picked the Excalibur because, castle but also because it’s one of the older hotels on the strip and so the rooms aren’t as expensive for our guests.
That also meant Daddy said it wouldn’t be too extravagant for us to upgrade to a suite.
Livvy’s crib and sensory mat were in the second room of the suite until yesterday. Mac and Bren demanded “Livvy-time” and whisked her away for the night, which was really nice of them, since it let Daddy bang me over practically every surface in both rooms last night. He’s so wolfy.
Bren’s been trying to convince me to leave Livvy with them and go on a honeymoon, just me and Daddy.
But I don’t want to. I’ve loved having her with us this week.
Besides, Daddy’s talking about finishing the Mexican cruise that was so horribly interrupted by the evil massage man.
Niall, Shaan, and Vashi said they’d join us.
There’s a lovely sense of closure to that, so I’m holding out for a belated honeymoon in Mexico at the end of February when New York is dreary and I’m ready for some sun.
Besides, I’d like to eat more of that lobster ceviche. I’ll think of Miranda with every bite. And not gloat. Because that wouldn’t be a bigger person thing to do.
But fierce, white, baby dragons need a tiny bit of a gloat now and then when they’ve won and protected their Daddy-dragon and baby-dragon from the Mir-witch. Dragons can be gloaty.
I pick up a couple of Livvy’s sensory toys and a slightly sticky Little Larry. She can’t possibly be teething yet but you wouldn’t know it from how well-gummed all her toys are. I tuck the sensory toys away in the toy bag and leave the Little Larry to wash when Daddy’s out of the bathroom.
As I’m hydrating, and logging it into Daddy’s app with only a small eye-roll, there’s a knock on the door.
I’m not expecting anyone yet. My bridesmaids are coming at nine for hair and makeup. If there was a problem with Livvy, Bren would have texted.
I open the door and find five mostly naked men.
“Good morning,” I say warily. I’m not opposed to mostly naked men at the door but I’m confident this was not on Daddy’s schedule for today. They’re also looking extremely furtive.
“Is Lo up?” Max asks in a whisper.
“He’s in the shower. What are you up to?”
“Stealth mission,” Daddy Warrin says, tightening his towel around his waist.
“Really. Would Daddy approve of this stealth mission?”
Master Niall, who is also wearing a towel, although his is around his neck, chuckles. “Nah.” He waves a hotel key card. “But we got special access to the pool.”
The outdoor pool is closed for the winter, although we’ve been swimming at Mandalay Bay, which was really nice.
Although it’s January, the temperature got up to seventy the second day we were here and the swim was refreshing.
It’s supposed to be cooler today, though, and since the sun’s only just come up, the pool won’t be refreshing. It will be like an ice bath.
“Are you planning on dumping Daddy in?” I ask.
“Something like that,” Max admits.
“We’re gettin’ in with ‘im,” Niall protests.
I step back from the door and let them in. It’s their funeral.
They Daddy-nap him out of the bathroom. There’s a scuffle and a little yelling and, when they emerge, Daddy Jack has a very red ring around his eye.
They’ve got Daddy in black boxers, so at least they won’t get kicked out of the hotel.
Daddy’s blindfolded, ball-gagged, handcuffed, and being led by Jiro and Max.
“Don’t worry, Emmy. We’ll return him after we’ve had a little fun with him,” Max says to me.
I’m not worried. I know these men well enough to know they wouldn’t do anything to spoil my day, especially not after the lost collar escapade. They may not like what Daddy does to them in retaliation, though.
I grin at Max. “I’ll consider this a hall pass for any Littles’ Army shenanigans.” I raise my phone and snap a picture of them before sending it to the littles’ chat.
Max grimaces. “Traitor.”
“I’m extremely loyal,” I protest. “Just not to your cause.”
Chuckling, Max leads Daddy and his band of Merry Men out of our suite.
Daddy returns an hour later, blindfolded, and being led by Niall. No ball-gag; no handcuffs. Niall’s wet. Daddy isn’t. I don’t see a lot of bruises but I suspect that some of the five who walked out of here with Daddy have them.
I’ve checked in with Bren—who says everything is fine and Livvy’s on schedule—and ordered room service while Daddy’s been roughhousing with his groomsmen.
The décor at Excalibur might be a little dated but there’s nothing fusty about the food.
I’m happily munching on fruit salad as I let Daddy and Niall back in.
“Mmm.” Daddy immediately sweeps me up into his arms. “I smell watermelon.”
I touch the other half of the piece I was eating to his lips. He sucks it into his mouth and chews contentedly.
“Did you throw them all into the pool?” I ask.
“Aye, he did,” Niall grumbles, throwing himself into one of the chairs in the small dining corner and helping himself to some of my fruit salad. I give him what Daddy calls my “angry koala” face. Niall chuckles.
“While still handcuffed,” Daddy says after he swallows. “Wankers.”
“It was the best compromise I could come up with,” Niall says around a mouthful of fruit. “You kept vetoing the strippers.”
Daddy shakes his head. “Doms don’t need strippers. You idiots got me drunk two nights ago. That’s enough bachelor-shit for me.” He grins hugely. “I’m ready to be a married man.”
Niall snorts. “Lots to be said for it, t’be fair.”
I lead Daddy over to the table, help him sit, and cuddle up in his lap. “I got breakfast sausages, bacon, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and fruit salad. What would you like me to feed you?”
Daddy stretches back in the chair, holding me snugly to his chest. “You’re going to feed me?”
“I am, unless you’d rather I go in the other room so you can take off your blindfold and have breakfast with your second-best man.”
Master Niall growls.
The role of Daddy’s best man has been hotly disputed between Master Niall and Max.
Niall claims he’s Daddy’s “brudder from another mudder” while Max says he’s known Daddy longer and has his bank account and credit card numbers.
Daddy told them to fight it out, preferably during the joust that’s held every night at the hotel.
It’s been great teasing material all week.
“Yeh can have Emmy feed you any day for the rest of your life,” Niall grumbles.