Page 73 of Johnny Gun

“I just do. Without question. He stood between me and danger. He protected me from one of our own. The man who’d sworn loyalty to the Devils’ Spawn had betrayed your daughterandoffered her to the Wolves. Or did you forget that part? As itis, the traitor is still out there. Be honest, would you have agreed with Johnny’s plan if he had told you? The truth, Dad.”

Deacon glanced at Isolde. His bright blue eyes were full of sadness. “I wouldn’t. In my mind, no one can protect a daughter better than her father. I guess I was wrong.”

“Dad, please. I hated to cause you so much pain, but for the plan to be believable to the snitch, you couldn’t know. I’m sorry it had to be that way, but do you understand?”

He nodded in acceptance. “I guess I do, but I’d be lying if I said I’m happy with your choice. No matter how trustworthy you think he is, Johnny’s too old for you, Isolde. You’re just starting your life. You should be with someone your own age. Someone who thinks and acts like you.”

Johnny’s frustration was mounting. He wanted to take part in this conversation, explain as best he could. And yet, he realized this was Isolde’s argument. If he loved and respected her, he had to let her speak and stay out of it. Eventually, his turn would come.

Holding Johnny’s arm with both hands, she smiled at up him. Her sparkling eyes brimmed with love. “If you think Johnny’s too old, you don’t know me one bit. I’d be bored to tears with a younger guy. I’d run circles around him and eventually leave him. Johnny has the life experience and steady hand I need and want to be happy. He knows my heart, and we speak each other’s language. We communicate on a level where words are unnecessary. My soul and heart belong to him. And I refuse to part from him. I can’t. I won’t. I exist for him, and he for me. And so… There you have it.”

“Nothing I say will change your mind,” Deacon murmured.

“You might have persuaded me before Johnny and I spent time together. Now it’s impossible. My only hope is that you give him a chance. Maybe in the future, when you see my happiness, you’ll accept him.”

“And you?” He turned to Johnny. “What do you say about this?”

“I kept my distance from her. I also used the same arguments. When Isolde bloomed in my hands, I understood my mistake and cruelty.”

“Cruelty?”

“Yes. Keeping her from what makes her happy is cruel. She wants me, as I am, and I thank the heavens every day for this blessing, because I feel the same way. I’ll turn myself inside out to give Isolde every happiness she deserves. That’s all I can say.”

“And your plans?”

“The works,” Johnny said. “Marriage, children, a house with the white picket fence.”

“You win. Although I still think you’re making a mistake.” Deacon shook his head. “Go on with your plans. I won’t stand in the way.”

“Okay, Dad. It’s not exactly what I’d hoped for, but it’s better than nothing. Eventually, we’ll prove you wrong. Now that that’s settled…” Isolde entwined her fingers with Johnny’s. “Come on. Let’s go catch up with Cel. She wants to show us something.”

Isolde tugged, and Johnny went without resisting. Although a part of him ached for the defeated-looking man sitting on a conference room chair with shoulders hunched as if the weight of the world sat on his shoulders.

Isolde had argued her reasons and desires, an argument Johnny supported and agreed with one hundred percent. The downside had been watching Deacon age years before Johnny’s eyes. Part of him wanted to stay and reassure the man, show him the wondrous vision he held in his heart.

The problem with visions was that only the person experiencing them actually saw the image. Only time would ease Deacon’s misgivings.

Somewhat amused, Johnny followed Isolde through the clubhouse until she opened the door to his old bedroom. Once in a while, he’d slept here when he was either too drunk to ride home, too tired, or had an important job to accomplish for the MC first thing in the morning. He hadn’t stayed here in a long while, but the amazing Cel managed to keep it clean and smelling fresh.

She closed the door and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Hmm, you little minx.” He smiled. “Catching up with Cel was an excuse.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. It’s been a weird day, and I needed alone time with you. Do you mind?”

“I don’t mind at all. I need you too.”

Holding on to her, he slowly moved back to his bed and sat down. “Straddle my legs, princess. Come close to me.”

Shuffling forward, she did as he asked.

“Now sit down.”

She positioned herself above his lap, then slowly descended. Her buttocks and crotch enfolded his cock with her delicious warmth. Her unique scent wafted through his senses, and he hardened in an instant. But he ignored his body’s reactions and his instinctive desire for just a moment. He wanted to admire the beauty before him at his leisure.

Tilting his head to the right, he lifted her hair with his fingers. He nuzzled her exposed neck, then dropped a kiss on her tender earlobe and silky skin. She trained her clear crystalline emerald eyes on him, which always turned him to putty, and he kissed her long lashes when she closed her eyes.

As his gaze took in her pretty, elegant nose and high cheekbones, he tilted his head to the left. He teased a long caress down the side of her face with the tips of his fingers and carefullytucked a mischievous tress behind her ear. Her lips parted a little to breathe, and he placed a soft kiss on her lower plump lip.

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