Page 28 of Daddy Protector (Night Ops Daddies #1)

Richie

We did it.

And I mean we .

Daddy, The Night Ops Guards, and… little old me.

I’m so happy, it’s hard to keep control of my emotions.

I’ve been involved with my father’s business, but I’ve never been so close to the action.

I’m not going to lie, it was scary. Like, seriously scary.

But something took over, call it adrenalin or maybe even a fight or flight instinct.

I don’t know. Whatever it was, it focused my mind and made me feel like I belonged there just as much as the other Night Ops Guards.

Oh, and having my Daddy leading the charge probably helped too…

But Xavier is dead. Pop is safe. And now it’s time to have a little naughty fun with my Daddy.

I look around me, and the city pulses with life, its neon heartbeat a stark contrast to the grim mill where we ended Xavier’s threat.

After the ambush, Cole and I left the outskirts behind, the weight of danger lifting with every mile. We waved off Henry and the other Night Ops Guards at a rendezvous point, their gruff nods and Henry’s rare grin a farewell to the fight we won together.

Now, it’s just us, Cole and me, the skyline glittering under a clear night sky, stars winking above skyscrapers. My backpack rests at my feet, Fizz safe inside, a reminder of my Little side, but I feel stronger than ever too.

Cole’s beside me, his leather jacket open, his dark eyes soft yet alert, my Daddy and my partner, the man who’s claimed my heart.

We pull into the valet lane of a sleek high-rise hotel, its glass facade reflecting the city’s glow, and Cole secures us a top-floor penthouse suite, a splurge to celebrate our victory, our survival.

The elevator whisks us up, and when the doors open, I gasp, stepping into a world of elegance. The suite is stylish as heck, its open-plan living area sprawling with polished hardwood floors and plush cream rugs.

Floor-to-ceiling windows frame incredible views of the city… twinkling lights stretching to the horizon, the river below shimmering like liquid silver, skyscrapers aglow with ambition.

A modern chandelier drips crystal above a glass dining table, its facets catching the city’s radiance, while a sleek sectional sofa faces a marble fireplace, its gas flames dancing low.

The kitchenette gleams with stainless steel and granite, a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver bucket. And a king-sized bed dominates the bedroom area, its crisp white linens and mountain of pillows inviting, a sliding glass door leading to a private balcony where the city’s hum feels alive.

The bathroom, visible through an open arch, boasts a sunken tub and a rainfall shower, marble tiles gleaming under soft lighting.

It’s opulent, a far cry from the motel’s peeling walls or the safe house’s dark corners, and I twirl, my sneakers squeaking, feeling like a prince in Cole’s kingdom.

“Yay, Daddy!” I exclaim, so happy and feeling lighter than I have in a very, very long time.

Cole sets our bags down, his smile warm, and joins me at the windows, his hand finding mine. The city sprawls below, a canvas of possibility, but reality nudges us.

“We’ll need to see Pop soon,” I say, my voice steady but tinged with nerves. “He’s safe now, but we have to tell him… about us .”

The words hang, heavy with the truth of our relationship, Daddy and Little, lovers, partners. Pop’s my world, but Cole’s my heart, and revealing this will change everything.

Cole nods, his thumb brushing my knuckles, his voice calm but serious.

“Yeah, baby boy, we will,” Cole says. “He’s my brother, and he deserves the truth, but it’s not gonna be easy. We’ll face it together, when the time’s right.”

His eyes hold mine, a promise of unity, and I feel his strength, the Daddy who’ll stand by me, no matter Pop’s reaction.

I squeeze Cole’s hand, but my mind shifts, the weight of Pop’s reaction too heavy for tonight. Now isn’t the time to dwell on that, not when we’ve won, not when Cole’s here, his presence filling the suite like the city’s glow.

I know he’s my man, my perfect Daddy… fierce in battle, gentle in play, the one who bathed me, read to me, killed for me.

Everything that has happened between us… it’s all proof we’re meant to be, and I want to celebrate that, to lose myself in Cole, in us.

My heart races, a spark of desire igniting, my Little side humming but my young man’s heart burning brighter.

I step closer, my voice low, teasing.

“Daddy, we did it,” I say, my lips wet as I lick them. “We’re safe, and I want to celebrate… with you .”

My eyes lock on Cole’s, the city’s lights reflecting in his gaze, and I feel the pull, the need to claim this moment, to let our love blaze.

Cole smiles knowingly, a flash of hunger in his eyes, and he pulls me against him, his warmth enveloping me.

“Oh, boy, we’re gonna celebrate,” Cole growls, his voice a low baritone, Daddy and lover intertwined, promising a night as electric as the city below.

The suite’s elegance, the view’s grandeur, it’s all a backdrop to us, and I’m ready to dive into this, to let Cole be my everything, right here, right now.

“Chase me,” I say, my heart already thumping inside my chest. “And when you catch me, make me yours. Don’t hold back.”

“What are you waiting for?” Cole replies. “You’d better run, Little! A scary Daddy is right on your tail!”

With that, I shimmy and dodge around Cole, just about evading his grasp.

As we tear around the suite, I do everything I can to avoid being caught by Cole – even though I know that I’m going to like what happens when inevitably he does catch up to me.

“You can’t run forever!” Cole calls out, growling as I swerve past him once more and charge up the stairs toward the bedroom. “And you can’t hide either!”

“Try me!” I call back, darting inside the bedroom and immediately stripping out of my clothes and tossing them on the floor.

I can hear Cole’s footsteps approaching up the stairs, heavy and solid.

Naked, I jump up onto the bed and wriggle underneath the covers. But I’m not going to fully hide underneath them. I’m going to do something else…

“Well, well, well,” Cole says as he enters the bedroom. “What do we have here?”

I try not to giggle as I stick my naked butt out at the end of the bed, the rest of my body and head covered by the heavy duvet.

Fully on display, a perfect target, I want my Daddy to take me just like this.

I know it’s Cole, and I trust him with everything .

But right now I want to be taken hard and fast, my ass exposed to the gruff, growly Daddy who’s stepped into the bedroom and found a cowering Little…

I let out a moan of pure, deep pleasure as I hear the sound of Cole’s belt being unbuckled and his trousers dropping. I know what’s coming my way and not being able to see it is just driving me even more wild with desire for what’s ahead.

My Daddy is going to stretch me, fill me, and use my body for his pleasure.

And it’s everything I want right now.

My heart skips a beat as I feel Cole’s hands slap down on my exposed butt, squeezing and spreading it, using me as his own personal sex toy.

To submit like this, to someone I trust with my life, is everything for me and as I feel Cole’s tongue flick over my tight little hole over and over again, making me moan and giggle in delight.

“Keep still,” Cole growls, playfully tapping my wet, pink ass hole with his fingers. “Daddy’s about to plunder his treasure.”

I gasp and let out an animalistic moan of total submission as Cole enters me from behind, my dick throbbing and balls tightening as my Daddy hits my G-spot in the way only he can.

And Cole does exactly what I crave when he grips me by the hips and begins to thrust, hard and fast, working my body and using me for his satisfaction.

But as Cole reaches under the duvet cover and pulls on my hard, sensitive nipples, I realize that our shared satisfaction is the most important thing to Cole. He might be a gruff, dominant Daddy but me feeling incredible is front and center of his plans, even now.

“Cum for me,” Cole commands, driving his cock in so deep that it makes my eyes roll back in my head and my brain almost switch itself off. “Show Daddy how much you love taking his meat.”

“Yes, Commander,” I gasp, loving every second of being under Cole’s control. “I’ll cum for you, Daddy. Just… one… more…”

And then it happens, my orgasm builds and explodes in a blindingly intense way as Cole cums too, shooting his manly, thick seed deep inside me.

“Good boy,” Cole barks, tossing the duvet cover off so that he can see all of me. “Now tell me that you’ll do anything for Daddy. Tell me you’ll be mine and serve me.”

As I begin to speak, it’s a struggle to get my words out, but I manage, just about…

“I’ll d-d-do anything, for you D-D-D-Daddy,” I splutter. “I’m yours. I’ll serve you. Anything. Anything you want from me…”

And with that, the pair of us collapse onto the bed, hot, sweaty, and feeling totally as one. I needed that. I think Cole did too. After everything we’ve been through, this feels like the culmination of it all.

“I’m sleepy,” I say, giggling a little as I try to ground myself back in reality. “I…”

“Hush, darling boy,” Cole says, his muscular chest rising and falling in time with his breath. “I think what we need now is a good night’s sleep.”

“ Mmm-hmm ,” I say, already close to passing out. “Night-night, Daddy.”

And with Cole’s hand gently stroking my hair, I feel myself drift off into what is sure to be the deepest, most satisfied sleep that I’ve maybe ever had – and it’s all down to my wonderful Daddy and protector, Cole…