Page 96 of Iron Hearts

“Yeah,” I said as she went over to her black dresser and pulled open a drawer that was brimming with swimsuit pieces.

“What’s that like?” she asked.

“Really nice,” I said with a smile.

“Isn’t he into that whole ‘call me Daddy’ thing?” she asked, and snorted when I blushed and blushedhard.

“I mean, to each their own, I’m not judging – I know entirely too much about these guys. It’s just a little weird for me getting to know their girlfriends typically because it’s like… well, they’re literally like all my uncles and sometimes, like with you, it’s like… you’re my age and it’s less like you could be my auntie and more like my cousin. You know?”

I laughed a little and said, “I can see how it gets weird.”

“Not as weird as when one of my dad’s girlfriends he had for a while lied about her age and was actually younger thanme,” she said and rolled her eyes. “That one was – eugh. When he didn’t dump her lying ass, I didn’t talk to him for like a month or more. It was ridiculous.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“I caught her stealing, kicked her ass, and he dumped her after that,” she said with a shrug, then she stopped and really looked at me.

“Good thing you’re with Striker. Doesn’t matter what we put you in, the other guys will keep their hands off since you’re his.”

I blinked and she sling shot a pair of purple bikini bottoms at me off her finger. I caught them and she said, “Your tits are huge compared to mine, it’s gonna be a trick finding something to fit them.”

She wasn’t wrong, butwow–no filter much?

We found something but it was a lot less than I was used to, and barely held my chest in and kept my nipples covered. I went back down with her, leaving my things in her room for when I came back to change again later.

The suit I was in was white and had an almost rainbow iridescent shimmer to it. It was pretty, and I bet it cost a mint with its designer label.

Out at the pool, Renegade was standing at a grill in the corner of the patio, getting it heating, and Striker was standing near him in a pair of red swim trunks that hugged his thighs just a little tight – either an old pair of his, or a borrowed suit like mine, although I don’t think he’d borrowed them from Renegade. Renegade’s thighs were even bigger than Strikers. His chest and shoulders even broader and more defined along with a set of washboard abs.

Not bad for a man in his late forties, possibly even his early fifties.

I folded into Striker’s side and he sipped on a beer, asking, “You good?”

I laughed and nodded and said, “Feeling a little exposed but yeah, I’m good,” I said.

“Shit, you could run around back here topless if you wanted to. Wouldn’t bother anybody none and nobody’d better bother you,” Renegade declared.

“He’s right,” Striker said, and kissed my temple. “Best get some sunscreen on that fair skin of yours,” he said.

“Dusty’s got some,” Renegade said.

“Cool,” Striker said, steering me out toward the lounge chairs by the side of the pool. Dusty tossed him a spray can of sunscreen on request and went back to watching whatever show she was watching on her tablet as she lounged in the sun.

Striker sprayed me down and rubbed the fine mist of sunscreen into my skin, making me giggle when he sprayed his hands and rubbed it into my face like I was a child.

There were other club members back here, a couple in the shallow end of the pool, sitting on the stairs drinking beer and talking bikes.

Everyone was just sort of keeping it low key and relaxing.

I sunned, and swam with Striker, holding onto him, wrapping arms around his neck and legs around his waist as we bobbed in between the shallow and the deep end of the pool and talked and laughed.

Dinner was kebobs, and grilled to perfection, and before long, the sun was setting and I wasn’t able to keep from yawning only minutes apart from one another.

“I think that’s our cue to go,” Striker said as I covered yet another yawn with the back of my hand as I stared into the fire in the propane firepit over under an arbor nearby the pool and patio.

It’d been one of the best days ever, but I was tired, and so very ready to lay down and cuddle with my Daddy for the night. It sounded perfect, to be honest.

I liked hanging out with him and the rest of the club by the pool today. It’d been nice. Cozy, and I’d liked getting to know some of the rest of the guys.

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