Page 16 of Her Courage

Chapter Twelve

LOTTIE

Iskipped down the hallway, because skipping was not running.

Daddy K told me not to run, so if I was skipping, I was safe.

Or that's what I told myself anyway. Semantics. I'm sure Kaleb would see my logic.

Yeah, right. He'd spank me if he wanted to.

Which I wasn't exactly averse to. Not sure how I felt about that.

Andrei's door was open a few inches, and I peaked in to see him still in bed. He lay face down, the sheets pooled around his waist and his broad back on display.

My mouth watered. I couldn't be held responsible for my actions when my Daddies were so drool worthy.

I poked the door with my finger, and it inched further open. Still Andrei didn't stir.

My brows rose. Normally, he'd have shot up wide awake if I even got close to bed where he slept.

Guess the alcohol affected him more than he let on.

"I can hear you, kroshka," he muttered, his eyes opening and pinning me in place. "You can't sneak up on me when you're muttering your thoughts under your breath."

"Fudgebuckets."

His lips quirked up into a smile. “Creative cursing now?”

I nodded, feeling very proud of myself. Andrei was the one that didn’t like me cursing so I tended to watch myself around him.

“Good girl,” he rumbled. Without realizing what was happening, he snaked an arm around my waist and dragged me down into bed.

I squealed as he rubbed his stubbled chin along my neck. “Daddy, no! It tickles.”

“Good, I would hope it tickles.” He made silly snorting sounds as he moved down my throat to my collarbone.

I wiggled, trying to escape from his relentless assault, but it was in vain.

Andrei was too strong, and I was helpless to his ministrations.

"Are you ready to apologize for sneaking into my room?" He whispered the words close to my ear, his accent thick and his voice growly and deep. I wanted to swoon right then and there.

"Yes, Daddy A." I gasped as he nibbled on my earlobe. "I'm very sorry. I'll never sneak in again."

"Now I didn't say that, now did I?" I felt his lips curl against my neck. "Maybe not when Daddy is hungover."

Giggling, I turned in his arms and briefly kissed him. "You need to get up grumpy Gus. Daddy K said it's picnic day."

Andrei brushed away the loose strands of hair from my face, his eyes trying to convey a deeper message than this conversation. "That sounds like Heaven, kroshka. But no more calling Daddy a grumpy Gus."

He dove in with tickles and I screamed with laughter, but this time I was able to roll away from him and land in a crouch on the floor. There were times I had some good moves.

"Shower! It's already almost eleven."

"Who is the Daddy in this relationship?" His brows rose as he pinned me with those intense caramel eyes.

"Um." I tapped my finger against my chin, contemplating his question. "Daddy C and Daddy K. I think there's one more?"