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“How did you get in?” Deacon asked as he came right behind Axel. “We waited and waited for you in the front room.”

“We came through the back door,” Viper explained. “It’s closer to the kitchen, and Johnny Gun was starving.”

Oh, hell, there goes our privacy.

“Here. Take my seat.” Isolde stood, speaking to Axel. Johnny scowled, but there was nothing she could do. There was too much interference all around and in between. She could only hope another opportunity for privacy would come up.

“Good night, everyone.” She held up her hand and walked out.

CHAPTER FIVE

Isolde left the kitchen, and despite the animated conversation, Johnny G felt her absence in his bones. He polished off what was left on his plate, muttered a cursory good night, and, ignoring everyone’s curious glances, fled to the privacy of his bedroom. There, he proceeded to pace in an impatient circle. He rubbed his tingling fingers, but the prickle stubbornly clung to him. If anything, it was as strong as when he held Isolde’s hand. This monumental first touch had shocked the breath out of his lungs, and in front of witnesses, Viper and Sydney. Two people he barely knew.

What in the world had possessed him to hold her? To kiss her delicate fingertips, no less. Separation and ignorance, his last safety net, had kept his control in place. But Johnny Gun had crossed the final boundary and nothing would be the same again, for him or for her.

Now he knew exactly how she felt: the warmth and softness of her skin, and the soaring exhilaration that came with contact. In essence, he was fucked, addicted to the end of his days. His spirit would forever crave her touch.

In his mind, a distinct path stretched into the future before him. And he knew what must be done. He’d be damned if he didn’t take Isolde with him. No other way existed for either one of them. They were a pair. She was his, and he belonged to her. His heart had known this truth for a long time. Her touch tonight had confirmed it.

Isolde was his baby girl. End of discussion.

Those who disagreed could go to hell over this. Deacon would have to accept their union. Gomez and anyone else would eventually get over it.

From this point forward, her safety, happiness, and, most of all, her pleasure would be under his care. A hundred thoughts he’d ignored since the first day he saw her rushed to the forefront: Isolde, pliant and sweet, her beautiful naked form, a submissive’s offering in his arms. Trembling in the throes of ecstasy, she begged for his caresses…

Shaking his head, he sent the vision from his mind and welcomed the rescue plan in. The Wolves could attack without warning or before the Dalton and Garden City crews made defensive preparations. That was what he would do.

First step in the strategy was to find a safe location for Isolde. He’d wait another day at most for Stew’s information. Next step was to remove her. Quietly. Somewhere between steps one and two, he’d inform her of his plans. But this was a very busy clubhouse. Somehow, he needed to find time alone without raising suspicion from the curious and explain what he intended to do and gain her acceptance. He was a Dominant, not a tyrant.

He squinted at the window, then glanced at his watch. Ten o’clock wasn’t terribly late. He lifted the pane, stepped through to the damp grass, and waited a moment to orient himself. Viper had mentioned Isolde’s bedroom was close to the front of the clubhouse. Hunching down, he stole to the left.

The first bedroom he passed was dark. Maybe his calculationswere off and she was already asleep. If he didn’t find her, he’d return to this one and wake her up. This was his best opportunity to explain the plan privately, and time was ticking against them. The vision through the next window he encountered gave him a start. Deacon’s window was open. He was distracted reading a book. Johnny G hunched down and quietly passed by.

He continued along a solid stretch of exterior siding. The next window he found had its sheers closed, but offered some light. A woman’s shape moved inside the room, and his heartbeat quickened. He’d recognize Isolde’s beautiful form anywhere and anytime.

Johnny G tapped gently on the glass. She stopped, then rushed to the window and pulled the sheers without first checking to see who it was. Bad habit. Despite being relieved he’d found her room, Johnny G frowned. He’d have to teach her a few no-noes.

Her beautiful green eyes, now dark in the night, flew open at the same time she raised the window pane. “Johnny,” she whispered.

“We need to talk,” he whispered back before he climbed in and closed her window behind him.

The urgency of the plan had consumed him on his way here. He’d thought of nothing else, including the outcome of his actions. But now, a realization gripped him. For the first time ever, he stood in Isolde’s inner sanctum.

As he studied her private space, the details of her personality revealed his every secret hope. Johnny G smiled as he admired her collection of stuffies, pink lights hanging on the wall over her headboard, and flowery bedspread. The brown rabbit nestled between multicolored cushions on her bed was the final detail. A woman with a secret Little personality had decorated this room. His heart warmed with the urgent desire to hold her in his arms while declaring his eternal love and protection.

With her cheeks flushed a bright red, Isolde reached for a robe on the bed. She wore a set of adorable yellow pj’s with stars and rainbows. His surprise entrance had shocked and embarrassed her, and she was going to hide who she was.

Not from me, his mind clamored.

“Stop.” He shook his head, and she let the robe drop. “Please. Don’t put the robe on.”

She pressed her hands to her chest. “But?—”

Moving a step closer, he touched her silky cheek with just his fingertip. The careful gesture made no difference. The contact electrified him again. “You are…so beautiful. And I… I love…love…everything about you.” He dropped his hand. “You were made for me. Couldn’t you guess when we met? Didn’t you recognize me? I’m your Daddy, and I’ve waited all my life to find you, my Little girl.”

“Are you?” She fixed her beautiful green gaze on him, and a small smile curved her full lips. “I’ve lived in a fantasy world since we met. I think of you all the time, and I miss you. Awake or asleep, you’re in my mind and heart, Johnny.”

“Daddy,” he said, cupping her cheek with his palm, hungry for every thrilling sensation she elicited in him. “I’m your Daddy. You’re mine and I came to get you. Do you know why?”

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