Page 516 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection

“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.