Page 231 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
Harry snorts. “Crotch rocket.”
“I’m not a Harley purist,” I tell Rob. “How does it ride?”
“Urban lion,” Rob says. “Nothing like the tank the old man here wheels around.” He elbows Harry. Harry lifts his lip in a playful snarl while he holds a finger up for the bartender.
Tee ambles down the bar, pops the tops on two bottled beers, puts them on the bar in front of Rob and Harry, turns his back, and returns to the crowd. Either he knows their drinks, or they don’t warrant anything off the top shelf.
Harry chortles. “You’re still in the shit, buddy. I need to remember not to come in here with you.”
Rob picks up his beer and takes a long draw. “I’m lucky he didn’t spit in it this time.”
Logan gives a low whistle and I chuckle at Rob’s misery. “What did you do to piss him off?”
Rob cuts his eyes at Harry and Logan.
I hold up my hand, realizing I’ve overstepped. “Sorry, club business.”
“Let’s just say Tee’s very protective of the nightclub submissives and I fucked up with one of them. Tee’s taking it much worse than she did.”
Remembering his name on Brenna’s thigh, I frown at him. “Not?—?”
Logan’s hand lands on my shoulder and squeezes. “We were hoping to catch DirtyGurl dancing. I don’t suppose either of you have seen her tonight?”
Harry nods. “Not sure if she’s still there, but she took Cappa’s shift on the upstairs door tonight. She said he’s sick?”
I hear Logan grind his teeth even over the nightclub’s pounding electronica. “Something like that.”
Harry pushes back from the bar and gives Logan a hard stare. “Something we need to talk about?”
“Probably,” Logan agrees. “But not today.”
“Give me a call. Tomorrow, eh?”
Logan nods. “Mac, if you’re done, let’s go find DirtyGurl. See if she can give you a dance.”
I toss back the last sip of bourbon, not wanting to waste it, but also not giving it the attention it deserves, before saying my goodbyes to Harry and Rob and following Logan out.
The hallway up into the main club is blessedly cool and quiet. Logan leads me through a series of security doors and into an elevator. As it speeds upwards, I ask, “Is Rob one of the fuckers who let Bren down?”
“I don’t pay much attention to club gossip,” Logan responds, leaning against the elevator’s mirrored wall. “I’d have thought if anyone made her question her submission it was Ten, but I know Brenna used to scene with Rob regularly.”
“Have you seen the tattoo on Brenna’s thigh? It’s all names. Rob’s is two along from Theo’s.”
“I haven’t looked closely at it,” Logan says. “But I know about it. She got permission from the management committee before she had it done.”
“Is your name on there somewhere?” I ask warily.
“No. She makes her own determination about whose name to add to the tattoo, but I’m pretty sure it’s Doms who have topped her a number of times. Other than a few training scenes, I’ve only done group scenes with her.”
“And had sex with her?”
Logan rubs his hand over his face. “Mac, are you sure about this? She’s been a house sub for years. She’s done scenes with at least a hundred Doms. She’s had sex with most of them?—”
“You’re right,” I interrupt because I really don’t want to hear any more. “Sorry. It just catches me by surprise sometimes.”
“Look, sir, I don’t know how I’d feel if I came face-to-face with Emily’s ex. I’d probably punch him. But I’ve come to terms with her previous Doms. I even feel grateful to some of them for training her so well. The Blunts Doms aren’t Brenna’s exes, but you’re going to have to come to terms with them somehow.”
I nod. I will. Somehow. Maybe when Brenna’s come on my cock a few hundred times, I won’t feel this burning, sour jealousy towards everyone she’s slept with when she hasn’t yet slept with me. And, yes, I know that’s my own damn fault. She was perfectly willing to hop on my cock the other night, but I’m serious about protecting her health. I haven’t been tested in over a year. I’ve only had penetrative sex with two women since then. One was a pro and the other was Amy, who has been with every single man in the state of Florida and quite a few that weren’t. I used condoms with Sirena, but Amy did her usual number on me. I didn’t use protection any more than I used my damn brain.
