Page 270 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
I get in with my girl because I could use a little hot water myself after the ride and our scene. As good as it was, and it was a damn good scene if I say so myself, it was a little taxing on my already overtaxed back.
The hotel’s bathtub isn’t as large and comfortable as the cast-iron monster at Logan’s, but it holds the two of us, hot water, and the bath salts, which is all we really need.
Bren doesn’t waste any time once we’re in the water, with her perched between my legs as I lazily rub the motel soap over her back. “What did Chris mean, sir?”
I draw her to me, so she’s resting against my chest, and kiss her temple. “They invited me to join the chapter, but their rules make it a no-go. Like I said to Chris, I’ll still do charity rides with them. Don’t worry. We’ll do this again.”
“I enjoyed the ride, sir, but mostly because I was with you.” She takes a deep breath. “Mac, real talk. Was it me? Did they have a problem with me? That one guy, Stape, he kept glaring at me, and Erin said he used to be a cop.”
“Don’t think you can get away with turning real talk around on me, girl. Truth is it wasn’t only you. They require their members live in Jersey and Logan’s just asked me to move in with him. I’m not going to let him down.”
“But was it me?”
“They don’t want anyone with a criminal record. And I don’t want to be part of any group that holds someone’s past against them. I’m damn proud of the person you’ve become, Bren. If they can’t see that it’s their loss.”
“But—”
“No, girl, no buts.”
She lifts her hand off my knee to rub across her eyes. “It always comes out. Those records are supposed to be sealed, but somehow, they always come out. It happened at Blunts, too.”
“What happened at Blunts?”
“When I was being interviewed, the management committee asked me about it. I wanted into the club so bad I didn’t make a fuss, even though there’s no way they should have been able to get access to those records. When I found out Theo was a cop, I realized he must have gotten them.”
Fuck that.
“You still did scenes with him?”
“I didn’t know until a few weeks ago. He pulled out his badge to shut down a party where the punch had been spiked. I’d been doing scenes with him ever since he came back to the club after his wife’s death and I ... it was too late to get pissy about it.”
“I’d have been pissy, sweetheart.”
She laughs, a low, relaxed peal. “No point. Just, you seemed jealous of him and you shouldn’t be. After I realized he was the one who gave my records to the committee, I couldn’t trust him. I’ll always be a criminal and he’ll always be a cop. Nowhere for anything to go between us.”
“He had no damn business breaking open your juvie records. Neither did Stape or whoever did it with Rolling Blue. Makes me angry on your behalf, Bren.”
She turns her head so she can look up at me. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome, girl. You ready for bed? Alarm’s going off at seven if Chris is picking us up at nine because I haven’t had that ass since this morning and I want it before we hit the road.”
She laughs and rubs my knees gently. “Yes, sir.” As we climb out and towel off, she looks up at me, her eyes suddenly sharp and bright after the haze of an intense scene and subspace. “Can I call you my Sir now?”
I grab the end of her towel to pull her tightly to me and give her a hard kiss. “’Course you can, girl. Why now?”
She shrugs and cuddles to my chest. “Just feels right.”
I finish rubbing her dry, then scoop her up and carry her to bed, which has her laughing into my shoulder. Despite her amusement, once we’re in bed and settled, her breathing softens after barely a minute to sleepy puffs. Her part of the scene: chained to the bikers’ stripper pole, rocking on her knees, rubbing her pussy on the bristly, upturned head of a floor sweeper until she came while taking me down her throat, was strenuous. Between the scene and the ride, I’m not surprised she’s tired.
I shift until her weight on my shoulder is comfortable and close my eyes while I mull over why it feels right for her to claim me as her Sir. Could be because of all the orgasms. Could be because I got angry on her behalf.
Or it could be because I chose her over the bikers.
And I’ll keep right on choosing my dirty girl.
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