Page 290 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
She swallows hard. “Made you scream again, Sir.”
I cup her chin. “Did you? I was too busy coming so hard my balls turned inside out to notice, girl.”
A sweet, alto laugh. I lean in and kiss her, swiping my tongue against hers to taste my own musk in her mouth.
“Ready to be released? Don’t try to stand up yet. Let me help you.”
“Yes, Sir.” She sounds more with-it moment by moment. My strong girl who bounces back faster than I could hope for.
I unlock the pillory and rub her neck and shoulders until her muscles feel pliant under my fingers before I slide my hands under her shoulders and help her stand. She sways on her hooves and blinks blearily. Looks like a head-rush. I hold her shoulders until she seems steady, then walk her around the pillory and to a free lounge.
The nearby couches are all full. Logan’s got Emily bent over the arm of one as he fucks her. Wreck’s lying at the top of another with his arm over his eyes while Napa’s sitting at thelounge’s foot with Tiana between his knees, her black curls twisted in his hands as he fucks her face. Javier’s sitting on yet another with his cock still down the black-haired submissive’s throat while he splits his attention between what Napa’s doing to Tiana and Harry, who is still driving his sweaty, stumbling twink around the room with snaps of the devil’s tongue.
I seat Bren on the lounger and help her out of the pony tack, working from her head down to the zippered hoof-boots. Her heels and toes are bright red as they come out of the boots, so I grab a bottle of almond oil out of my play bag and rub her feet until she’s limp and snoring very slightly as she sprawls naked on the chaise. I wipe off my hands, pull out my phone and take a picture of her, because I want to capture this image forever. Her dusty sapphire dreadlocks tumbled across and over the edge of the sofa. Her colorful skin glistening against the cream padding. The lovely, long curves of her body and the impudent flick of her nose, even with her face lax in sleep.
I sit down hard on the other side of the couch as emotion smashes through my chest. Different from those painful, tender feelings sitting at Naomi’s bedside, but no less strong.
I thought I was on top of my feelings about this girl, but in this moment, I realize I’m not.
“Mac?” Napa, who finished with Tiana while I was rubbing Bren’s feet, seats himself cross-legged on the floor in front of me. That’s an interesting and very non-dominant posture. It immediately gets my attention. “Is now a good time?”
I scrub a hand over my face, put away my phone, and nod. “Sure.”
“Call me a nosy old bastard but I heard about how things went down in Jersey.”
That surprises me. Maybe Harry told him, but if so, I can’t imagine the boys of Rolling Blue would be very happy aboutHarry’s loose lips. I cut my eyes at the bear Dom, who is still driving his pony-boy around the perimeter of the room.
Napa chuckles, shifting so he has one leg bent and can rest his elbow on his knee. “Not from Harry. That fucker’s tighter than a virgin on prom night. I’ve got my own sources inside Rolling Blue. Their sergeant at arms has a hard-on for a couple of my boys. Likes to make life difficult, so I keep my eye on them.” He rubs his beard. “Stape’s been known to badmouth me and my boys, particularly with submissives. Scared off a real sweetheart that my road captain was getting serious about. I hope he didn’t say anything to you or your girl.”
“No, he didn’t,” I say honestly. “Since you’re not wearing your cuts and Harry hasn’t mentioned you by name before, I don’t actually know which club you’re with.”
Napa chuckles again. “There I go, figuring everyone knows my business before I open my mouth. Wreck and me are Oidhri.”
The Heirs, or by their full name, the Heirs of Brian Boru. A Celtic riding club, allied to the Outlaws but not, themselves, one-percenters.
I nod. “I’ve heard of you.”
Napa grins, showing polished white teeth between the fringe of moustache and beard. “Anything good?”
“Well,” I allow. “Nothing particularly bad. I know who you’re affiliated with, though, and I don’t want anything to do with those bad boys.”
Napa’s grin doesn’t fade. “We’ve been out of their pockets for a while now. Cut ties with those republican boys, too.”
He’s not talking about the GOP, but rather the Real IRA. Another group of lawless fuckers I want nothing to do with, whether or not they’re from my grandfather’s country.
“Good to hear.”
“I know your background, Mac. I know how long you’ve served our country. Harry says you’re a patriot down to yourbones. That’s who Oidhri are now. Wreck there.” Napa tips his head at his VP who is still lying on the couch with his arm over his eyes, only now Tiana’s snuggled up beside him under a blanket, her pony gear in a pile on the floor. “Former Ranger. Three tours in Afghanistan. That’s where he got that memento.”
Napa draws his finger down his cheek to indicate Wreck’s scar.
“After he came home, he hit the bottle pretty hard for a couple of years. Got himself a DUI conviction. Walt and his pack of assholes tossed him out. Hard thing to do to a brother.”
I nod. I’ll admit that rule bothered me, too. The idea of turning my back on one of my men is anathema. If Rolling Blue had asked me to do it, I don’t think I could have, any more than I could turn my back on Brenna.
“What Wreck and me are building now, it’s about brotherhood. It’s about sharing our love of our hogs, our families, our heritage, and our freedom. We don’t have a million rules like Walt and his boys. We’re not gonna tell you where you gotta live. We don’t give a fuck about what you’ve done in the past as long as you’re straight now.” He nods at Bren’s sleeping form. Fuck, he does have good intel. And Rolling Blue is leaking like the fucking Titanic. “And we never, ever leave a man behind.”
“I like the sound of that,” I say.
