Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“And get extras for lying,” Steele told her.
“My back is fine.”
“Good. I’m giving you ten. Then Grady will give you the next ten.”
Steele was careful as he turned her. Then he drew the T-shirt up over her ass.
Fuck, her ass was gorgeous.
“I hope you know how precious you are to us, Little one,” Grady said. “All we want is you, because you hold our hearts captive.”
Effie sucked in a breath. “I love you both so much.”
“And we love you enough to spank you when nonsense comes out of your mouth,” Steele told her.
Steele went slow. Mostly because he wanted to be sure that she really was all right with this. But Grady was watching her carefully too, and he’d alert him to any signs that she couldn’t take this.
When his ten was up, he stood with her in his arms so Grady could take his seat. He kissed her lightly.
“Love you.” Now that the seal was broken, he couldn’t stop telling her that.
“Love you too.”
Then she was over Grady’s lap and his hand began massaging her round ass.
Fuck, Steele had to adjust himself. That was so fucking hot.
Grady started spanking her firmly.
“No, no! Daddy G, stop!”
“You’ve got a few more to go, Little one,” Grady told her.
Steele’s eyebrows rose. Daddy G?
Grady eyed him for a moment, then he grinned.
Oh, he had left something out, hadn’t he?
Then something happened. Something that had Steele’s breath catching. Her foot moved. He saw it and pointed to her foot by tilting his head at Grady.
The other man gave her two more spanks. Both legs moved.
Thank fuck.
Grady spun her over, hugging her tight.
“W-what? Is that the end? Was that twenty?”
“Sweetheart, your legs moved,” Grady told her in a hushed voice
“W-what?” she asked.
“They moved, baby girl.” Steele crouched in front of her.
“Really?” she asked with a sob.
“Really,” Steele told her firmly.
“I still can’t feel them.”
Steele didn’t know why. He knew it was psychological. He knew she likely needed some professional help.
“Little one, you need to talk to someone,” Grady said.
“What?” she asked.
“Someone who can help you,” Steele told her gently. “Someone with the tools to help you with this because we don’t have them. I hate that. Wish I could do it for you. But I can’t and neither can Grady. You’re gonna talk to someone. Get help with what’s going on now, but also with losing Joe and that shit with your nan talking in your head.”
God, let her say yes.
Because if she didn’t, he knew he would have to get forceful. And he’d rather that she want to do this for herself.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“I’ll arrange it,” Grady said immediately.
“But not today,” Steele added. “Today is for fun. You want to explore your room, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes, please!”
Grady thought he might have felt more awkward.
Well, he definitely felt awkward. But not because he wasn’t sure how to act with Effie. But because he was wearing a neon orange tutu, bright pink fingerless gloves, and an orange scarf.
“Daddy G, you look so pretty.”
“So pretty.” Steele grinned at him.
He knew the other man had been surprised when Effie called him Daddy G, but he hadn’t said anything. Which was a miracle for Steele.
“What about Daddy, Little one?” Grady asked. “Doesn’t he need to dress up for the tea party?”
“Ooh, yes.” Effie clapped her hands from where she sat on a fluffy bean bag.
Steele had dressed her in one of her new outfits. She was wearing neon orange tights, a black skirt, and the bright pink T-shirt that Millie had made for her with a sloth on it.
“I think I’m fine as I am,” Steele said hastily.
She pouted. “Daddy, don’t you want to look pretty for the tea party?”
“Yeah, Daddy,” Grady teased.
Steele shot him a look, then turned to Effie. With a sigh, proving there was little he wouldn’t do for their girl, he nodded. “All right, but I doubt anything in there will fit me.”
Everything wasn’t miraculously all right. She’d moved her legs, but said that they still felt numb. And Grady knew talking to a professional was definitely the right way to go. But it could get rocky.
However, if he had to tie her to them to get her to hold on, he would.
“Here you are, Daddy!” She held up a green, fluffy scarf and a pink tutu.
“Baby girl, pink is not Daddy’s color.” Steele shook his head.
“Really, Daddy,” she huffed. “Daddy G didn’t complain about his outfit.” She wiggled a finger at him. “You need to stop moaning so much. Or Effie might have to spank you.”
Steele snorted. “That won’t be happening, Spitfire. Keep up that attitude, though, and you’ll find yourself sitting in Time-out.”
Effie bit her lip. Then she turned to him. “Daddy G, Other-Daddy is being mean to me. Will you tell him off?”
Other-Daddy?
Oh, even if she wasn’t in trouble for trying to set one against the other, calling Steele Other-Daddy was going to get her in a world of trouble.