Daddy's Rules (Boston Daddies, Book 2)

by Landon Rockwell

  He leans in close and whispers in my ear, “I’d like that a lot, Daddy.”

  Jax

  Eighteen months later…

  Being with Ty, every day somehow just keeps getting better than the last.

  "Come here, Daddy. I need you to hold me,” I say, the skin on my body warm from the sun that’s shining down on us.

  “Right here, out in the open? What if the caterers see us?” Ty says, his face utterly deadpan.

  I narrow my eyes, pretending to be annoyed. I gesture to the expansive rolling lawn that belongs to the estate we rented for the week. “Come on, Daddy, don’t be a prude. It’s only a hold we’re talking about here. But, if you come over here and take care of me quickly, I might let you touch what I’m packing under my towel before anyone else comes back out to the pool,” I say, lifting up my moist towel and exposing the bulge in my bathing suit.

  Ty’s tongue slips out between his perfect, full lips. “Damn, I can live with that deal, baby boy.” He walks towards me in his bathing suit, his ripped body seemingly carved from stone. “Besides, you know I don't actually give a shit who sees us.”

  His eyes wander up my legs before he sits next to me and pulls me into his warm, strong arms. “I love you, Jax,” he says, looking deeply into my eyes.

  “I know you do. And I hope you know how much I love you,” I say.

  He dangles his long finger, and the wedding ring that adorns it, in front of my lips. I lunge forward with my mouth and nip at the ring, a sign of our eternal commitment to each other.

  “Easy, killer,” he says, pulling his finger away and leaning towards my lips with his mouth. “I’ve got something a lot tastier for you to nibble on if you’re still hungry,” he says, sliding my hand down between his legs and pressing it gently into his cock.

  A surge of energy shoots between my legs. “Fuck, Ty. Three times in one morning?”

  “What? Can't keep up with an older man?”

  I laugh and say, “No, keeping up isn’t the issue. I just still don’t know what I did to deserve this,” I say, sliding my hands up his back and pressing my lips onto his for a quick kiss.

  “I could say the same thing, Jax. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

  Our mouths move towards each other. Just as we’re about to kiss, the head chef clears his throat as he enters the pool area of the estate.

  Ty looks up at the personal chef as he slides his sunglasses back down over his dark, sexy eyes. "What's up, Brendan?"

  The man adjusts his bowtie and says, "Sorry to bother you, gentlemen. Would you like one of my guys to bring out a bottle of red?"

  Ty runs his hand across his abs and pats his own stomach. "I didn't get this body by drinking wine during the middle of the day."

  I nudge him in the arm. "Sorry, Brendan. I'm still trying to chip away at his ego. Plus, I think what he means by that is yes, we would love a bottle of red."

  Ty lets out a wide smile. "That's exactly what I meant. Damn you know me well," he says.

  The head chef smiles and shakes his head, and then walks back inside. I look at my husband, feigning a look of annoyance. "What? Did I do something wrong?" he says

  "You're too adorable, that's all," I say.

  Ty's gaze is intense, his eyes are soft. And I've never seen him look so happy before. Not in the hundreds of interviews I've seen him do, or even during his time with me. But the moment we tied the knot, everything changed.

  He checks his black and silver Rolex. "Michael Thurman will be here in one hour. Maybe we should role-play," he says. "If I get this part, I'll finally be playing the type of role I've always dreamed of playing. Finally, a chance to be in a movie that will actually change lives."

  Michael Thurman is pretty much the biggest director going in Hollywood right now, and Ty has a meeting with him this afternoon to see if the two of them will match up for the director's next movie. Ironically, it's about a man who rose to fame first by being a hero in World War II, and then by working his way up the political ladder until he became a big player in Congress, only to have it all almost come crashing down the second Washington found out he was gay.

  "You're going to nail this, Daddy. Don't sweat it," I say, brushing his cheek with my thumb.

  One of the caterers delivers our wine glasses and the bottle of red on a silver platter.

  How perfect, I think to myself.

  No, this is way better than perfect.

  The door chimes ring, and both of us sit up straight. "I'll check the door. There are too many psychos in LA, this is a job for the big man,” he says, kissing my forehead before he gets up to check the door.

  Several moments later he returns with a package. "Who's it from?" I say.

  He shrugs his shoulders as he opens the box. He pulls out a note card that was sitting on top of the packing foam. "It's a note… from Merissa."

  I set up a bit straighter in my chair. "What's it say?" I say.

  He smiles as he reads the card. "It says, ‘You shouldn't have, but I'm glad you did. Hope all is well. -Mare.' And there's a picture of her and her new boy toy standing in front of the house we got her," he says.

  Ty fishes through the packing foam and pulls out two wine glasses with gold plating around their rims, each glass with its own gold initial… one with a T, the other with a J.

  "That was pretty cool. She didn't have to do that," I say.

  He puts the glasses back in the box. "Yep, these are nice. Although she did try to destroy my life by leaking that story about us, and she got a five thousand square foot Manhattan condo out of the deal," he says.

  “Hell hath no fury,” I say.

  “Yeah, no shit. I guess it’s good I fell in love with you. That way, if shit goes south, it could never be as bad as it would if you were a woman,” he jokes.

  I raise a brow. “Are you sure about that?”

  He smiles and sets the box down on a patio table. “No, maybe not. Either way, we won’t have to worry about that. That’s one of the many benefits of finding your soul mate,” he says.

  My cheeks flush ultra bright red. I tap the patio lounge chair, gesturing for my husband to come sit by my side. "I need you, Daddy. Plus, you need to relax before your interview."

  "I prefer to call it a meeting. But you're right, and I need you too."

  I smile and wrap my arms around him.

  He tilts my chin up with his finger. His wicked grin never gets old. “Open, baby boy. You look thirsty,” he says, tilting my wine glass towards my mouth.

  The red alcohol hits my lips, and I start to swallow. I lean back in the pool chair. Ty gets up and slides behind me so that my back is now resting up against his chest.

  I still can’t believe this is real.

  “Hey baby boy?” he says, massaging my shoulders with his big, strong hands.

  “What’s up?” I say, my voice a bit slurred from the relaxing coma he’s inducing as he molds my shoulder and back muscles with his hands.

  “You do realize that when we get back to Boston on Monday, if everything goes as planned, I’m going to be the luckiest man on this planet?”

  “You mean if you get the role?”

  He chuckles. “No, I mean everything else,” he says.

  “Oh, that everything,” I say, my thoughts trailing off as his words remind me just how much things are about to change…

  For the better, if that’s even possible.

  Our jet lands exactly on time, 8:07 on Monday morning, and our Boston Coach driver is there waiting at the airport’s VIP parking lot.

  Ty reminds the driver of our destination, the single most important place we could possibly be going to right now.

  We get into the back of the car, a beautiful smile spanning the width of his face as he looks down at his phone. “Something funny?” I ask.

  He reaches for my hand. “I got the part,” he says.

  My eyes widen. “Holy shit, Ty, that’s incredible! This is your dream role! But I never doubted you’d get the part.” />
  “I know. And if it wasn’t for you, my career never would've gone down this road... not even close."

  I smile and shake my head. “Thanks, but I think that stunt you pulled on the radio ignited most of this flame,” I say.

  He scrolls through the message on his phone. “It gets better. The production is going to take place in Boston!”

  “You're joking, right? Could the timing be any better?” I say.

  “I highly doubt it, Jax,” he says, leaning forward and pressing his lips into mine. “And when you get that new youth center up and running, we will be the most unstoppable Boston couple ever to live.”

  As our car makes its way towards our destination, my heart feels like it's literally glowing. We drive past the new Long Tower Plaza, where one of the owners of the building Ty had worked with before, Reese Davenport, caught wind of the entire story about me and Ty. He immediately agreed to let me use an entire floor of his building to start a new state of the art youth center.

  We travel a few more blocks until we reach our destination, a local adoption center here in Boston. Just as planned, the adoption coordinator is standing right out front, holding hands with a beautiful little girl as she waits to meet her parents... and as we wait to meet our new daughter.

  My heart is pounding in my chest as the driver opens the door for us and we both slide out. Ty and I look at each other and smile and then walk towards the little girl. We were told that she just turned two years old yesterday. She's wearing a pink dress, holding a pink stuffed elephant in one arm, and has her hair in two beautiful pigtails capped off at both ends with pink hair elastics.

  "You must be Josie," Ty says, bending down to shake the little girl's hand.

  Her cheeks turn red and she smiles. Ty introduces himself to her, and then it's my turn. "I love all of your pink," I say. "Does your friend have a name?" I ask, glancing at her elephant.

  She blushes and says, "Elephant!"

  "Well, she is by far the cutest elephant I have ever seen. And I love her name," I add.

  The adoption coordinator winks at both of us and hands Ty a folder with the remaining paperwork. "Everything you need is in that packet, just as we discussed. Josie can't wait to see her new home," the woman says, patting our little girl on the head. "Isn't that right, Josie? And she's pretty excited about having her very own indoor swimming pool.”

  Little Josie nods her head up and down, the most adorable smile spreading across her face. I look at Ty and shake my head. He smiles, and the two us lower down to our knees.

  Josie runs towards us, both of us instinctively holding our arms wide open so she that can land softly between us.

  I can't hold it in anymore as tears start to roll down my cheeks. I look at Ty as he sniffles, his own gorgeous eyes also filled with tears.

  "We did it, Jax. This is our family," he says.

  We form a cocoon around Josie, and I wrap my arm around Ty's shoulder. "And I couldn't ask for a better one," I say.

  THE END

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