Daddy in Blue Read Online Jayda Marx

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Kink, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
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"It hit you twice?" I asked curiously, and Henley nodded.

"I think the second time was because they were trying to leave so quickly. I was afraid they were leaving so fast because they were hurt and needed to get to the hospital."

While his worries were sweet, I seriously doubted that was the case; more likely, the driver didn't have insurance, or was under the influence of a substance, and decided to flee the scene in a hit and run.

"I was worried they were hurt in the accident," Henley continued, "And then it hit me that I had been in an accident. I got really scared and didn't know what to do." His cheeks blushed as he ducked his head sheepishly, looking absolutely adorable. "That's when you came." His eyes flicked up at me when he asked, "How did you know to come find me?"

I've been searching for you longer than you know. Obviously I didn't speak the words, as they'd probably scare poor Henley even worse than he already was, but I couldn't help but think them.

It was impossible for them not to cross my mind when this young man embodied everything I'd been looking for; the type of man who, until now, I was beginning to doubt even existed.

I had very specific needs and desires when it came to men. I was a Daddy in search of a little. Granted, I had no proof that sweet Henley was a little or even knew what that meant, but his sweet innocence, naivety, and his need for guidance and comfort spoke straight to my soul.

Of course, that was completely inappropriate to say right now, and it didn't answer his question, so I replied instead, "Another driver saw the accident and called 911."

"That was very nice of them." His words warmed my heart, while the next ones, along with his embarrassed expression, broke it. "I should have made the call myself. Instead, I freaked out and shut down."

I slowly reached inside his window and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Don't feel bad for being scared; accidents can be scary situations. The important thing is that you weren't hurt."

His lips tipped up into a small smile. "Thank you."

I squeezed his shoulder before regrettably letting go. "Do you remember anything about the car that hit you?"

Henley nodded and I retrieved a small notebook and pen from my pocket to write down his statement of, "It was a white Cadillac. The first three letters of the license plate were CAW. I remember because it made me think of a bird noise."

The man was almost too damn adorable. His sweetness brought out my Daddy side that had been locked away for far too long. "You did such a good job remembering. That is very helpful." I couldn't help but to praise him. Well, I could, but why would I want to? Especially when his face lit up with a grin and his blue eyes sparkled.

"I'm glad it might help you find the other driver. That way you can make sure they are okay."

The thought was precious, but when I found the other driver, the only thing I'd make sure of was that they got hauled off to jail. Not only because I was growing very protective of Henley, but because it was safer for everyone if the hit and run driver was off of the roads.

“I’m going to write up some paperwork and I’ll be right back, okay?”

At Henley’s nod, I took a few photos of his vehicle’s back end, and then returned to my cruiser to write up an accident report. I also radioed in to update dispatch on the make of the car in question and the first three characters of its license plate, so that the technical unit could begin running it through the database in hopes of identifying it.

When I returned to Henley’s SUV, I once again found him with his eyes closed, twisting his long hair around his fingers. It was apparently his coping mechanism to help calm him down. His hair was his security blanket, and it was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.

“Henley?” I addressed quietly, and his hands jerked away from his locks as his eyes popped open. His cheeks blushed slightly, but I didn’t mention anything. I just smiled and passed over the paperwork.

“Here is your copy of the accident report. Because the other driver hit you while you were stopped at a traffic light, you won’t be cited. But since we haven’t found the other driver yet, I suggest you contact your insurance company within the next couple of days.”

“I will, thank you.” He took the papers, folded them neatly, and placed them in his center console. His pretty blue eyes were full of uncertainty when he looked back up at me. “What do I do now?”



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