Page 293 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
I turn my head and grin at Logan, despite the smack. I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy to see him.
Emily’s a step behind her daddy, smiling hesitantly. I start to unwind myself from Mac to hug her because she’ll be extremely anxious coming into the group like this, particularly knowing that Rachel’s here. And I think I owe her a big hug for calling in the cavalry.
Mac takes a firmer grip on me and walks away from the bar. “Oh, no, girl. I like you right where you are.”
“Sir, I’m too heavy to carry.”
Mac adjusts his grip on me to free up a hand to smack my ass. What is with these guys lighting up my ass when I wasjust whipped a couple of hours ago? It’s like they’re Doms or something.
“Don’t ever say that to me again,” he growls. “I bench more than what you weigh forty times a week.”
He does? No wonder he handles me so easily.
He walks us back to the group I was hanging with and props me on an empty stool. I expect him to step away, but he stays pressed up against me, keeping me wrapped around him with a hot hand on my ass as he greets the subs he knows and meets the ones he doesn’t. Logan and Emily join us a moment later, carrying everyone’s drinks between them. As soon as they distribute the drinks, Logan draws Emily to him and stands behind her like a sentinel with his arms crossed over her chest. I’m glad to see him protect her so physically with Rachel and her clique just a few feet away.
I offer Mac the Corona Logan’s put on the table for me.
“Outta your mouth, girl,” Mac says, nodding at the beer.
I take a mouthful and offer my lips to him. He sucks the beer out of my mouth through a deep kiss, to cheers and catcalls from everyone around us. When he releases me, I grin up at him and wipe a little overspill from the corners of my mouth. “I’m really happy to see you, Sir.”
He gives me another kiss. “Pool’s boring without you.”
I love him so much for saying that in front of everyone.
I mean, I would. If I loved him.
“You need a cock and ball girl, Sir? I volunteer as tribute.”
Mac laughs. “Gimme another drink of that beer then, girl, and let’s go play some pool.”
“Snooker,” Logan grumbles.
The Sub Crawl turns into Snooker with the Doms and if I feel a petty thrill at leaving Rachel, Briar and Tamsin sitting at the bar sour-faced, well, I’ll just have to find a way to live with myself. Even Pence follows us. Master Harold and the threebikers meet us at the pool hall that’s a few blocks from the club. We take over the three unoccupied tables, and then the whole place after Mac and Logan have a talk with the owner, who they evidently know. The owner clears the other six tables for us, which turns out to be necessary when Dana, Javier, Maude, Bull and his two submissives, and Sean and Moon join us. Knowing what an utter pool shark Mistress Maude is, I almost defect from Mac’s team, but I’m glad I stay because it turns out Mac’s the Great fucking White of snooker players.
After we win several hundred dollars and a weekend at Master Javier’s house in the Hamptons, Mac drags me to the bar for a drink. Once we have our bottles in hand, hetinkshis against mine.
“Better way of spending your night than with those bitchy-looking gals?” he asks.
“So much better, Sir. So, so much better I can’t even tell you.”
“I thought it was just Emily they gave a hard time. Have they been picking on you?”
I shrug. “I’ve been dealing with Rachel and her Drow for years. I’m pretty good at tuning them out.”
Mac tips his head at me. “Drow. Like?—?”
“Sorry, Sir. My geek is showing. It’s a dungeons and dragons thing.”
“I know what it is. Boys in my unit in Africa used to play. Do you still?”
“When I get together with the kids who were at Mother Kay’s, yeah.” I remember Ruby’s demand that I bring Mac to Thanksgiving, but I just don’t have the guts to ask. “I’ll actually be seeing them at Thanksgiving, so we’ll probably play a few games then.”
“Will you?” Mac lifts his eyebrows. “Am I invited? I play a mean berserker.”
I swallow hard, not sure if he’s saying what I think he’s saying. “Um, you want to spend Thanksgiving?—”
“With you, girl. Wherever you’re going to be.”
