Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,10

he wasn’t sure he could blame her. He was supposed to take care of his submissive, and he hadn’t been doing that at all, but she’d been doing plenty of taking care of him.

The couch cushion shifted beneath him as Trish snuggled up against him, throwing a supportive arm around his shoulder.

“You’re not a shitty husband. You’re a good husband and a good father, and you made a mistake.”

“Yeah,” Marie chimed in, leaning across her wife to pat his leg. “You’re only a shitty husband if you don’t try to fix it.” She gave him a look that clearly said he’d better fix it.

Logan snorted a laugh but had to admit, their reassurances made him feel a little better. He would find a way to fix this. Heck, that was what the Dad Bod Challenge was all about, right? There was just a little more fixing to do than he’d realized.

He hoped none of the other guys had fucked up as badly as he had, right out the gate.

Felicity

Sniffling, Felicity rolled over onto her back. The serious cry-out had left her feeling even more drained but somehow, a little better. Apparently, she’d had a lot to unload. Turning her head to look at the empty side of the bed—Logan’s side of the bed—she already felt some guilt and regret over telling him to get out. Her temper took a lot to spark, but when it did, she had the stereotypical redhead explosion. It rarely lasted long.

It hadn’t been entirely unwarranted, though. Just remembering him threatening to spank her had her temper riling again.

Seriously?

She’d needed help. Support. Instead, she’d been threatened with a spanking. Maybe that’s why he’d been all touchy-feely this week. He’d been trying to work her up to some kinky fun. Her mood darkened.

It wasn’t that she objected to kinky fun, but she didn’t like being manipulated. If he wanted her to be up for serving him in the bedroom, she needed some more help outside of it.

There was a small voice inside that pointed out he might not have realized she’d been serious. That reminded her of the once upon a time when cursing at him had actually been their agreed-on way for her to “ask” for a spanking, without actually asking for one, but that had been years ago. Literally, years.

And why the hell would he think she was doing that when she was in the middle of yelling at him?

Probably because he wasn’t thinking at all.

Sighing, she rolled over and grabbed her phone. Maybe Anita or Tania might be able to chat. She needed to get out of her head and needed to vent to a bestie.

She hit the button for the group video chat they had set up, hoping at least one of them would answer. To her surprise, as if they’d gotten a Best Friend Signal Alert, both of them answered, almost simultaneously. Seeing their faces made her immediately emotional again, and she choked back a little sob.

“Hey, ladies! Good to— Oh no, what’s wrong?” Tania’s smile disappeared as she stared intently into the phone. “Whose ass do I need to kick?”

“Felicity? What’s going on?” Anita’s question was more of a demand, her expression already turning to concern.

Felicity had to giggle at their disparate reactions, so in line with their personalities.

“I’m having a bit of a night,” she admitted. “I just needed to see your faces.”

“Oh, honey child,” Anita said, her face full of sympathy. “Just give me a sec.” She turned her head. “Dwayne… hey, Dwayne! I’m going to the other room.” They heard the sound of Anita’s boyfriend, giving her some sort of acknowledgment before she turned and started walking. A moment later, the door closed behind her, and the background noise almost completely disappeared. “Sorry about that. So, what happened?”

With a deep sigh, Felicity recounted her day and didn’t spare herself, either.

“I should have told him I really needed him to take care of the kids tonight. It’s not as if he would have said no,” she said, her guilt starting to rise. “I totally lost it.”

Tania snorted. “I don’t blame you. I would have lost it over dinner when he was going on about you putting off a weekend with your friends, so he could hire a sitter while you’re away.”

“Seriously.” Anita scowled, her hazel eyes flashing with righteous anger. “And right after he got back from a weekend that you spent taking care of the kids the whole time to save money. He is totally taking you for