Steve 19.
My hips swivel as I slowly come awake, the shaft of someone’s erection wedged between my ass cheeks. A groan from behind me has me waking up fully, knowing this isn’t an erection I want anywhere near my ass. “Chase Michael Davidson! Get your fruit roll up out of my ass!”
Chase groans behind me, thankfully moving his lower half and giving my ass room to breathe. “It’s too early for you to be disrespecting my fruit by the foot.”
“Fruit by the inch!” I retort, then roll out of bed to escape his retaliation.
“Someone’s got a daddy now and found their sassy britches.” He muses, but I’m frozen in place. I spin around to face him, then glance down my pajama clad body and realize I have no idea how we got here. To my suite at the clubhouse.
“How did we get to the clubhouse? And what do you mean daddy ? Who’s my daddy?” Chase chuckles, then snickers, then guffaws, then loses his mind. I stand glaring at him as he rolls around gleefully on my bed, my bare foot tapping impatiently. “I’m waiting!”
“Sorry. Sorry,” he breathes out, trying and failing to compose himself. “You don’t remember last night? You didn’t even have anything to drink.”
“I’m an emotional lightweight.” I throw up my hands in frustration. “I remember the charity event, and the shooting, staying in my office…Rowan came up to see me. Good Lord! I sat in his lap and purred like a fucking kitten!” Embarrassment washes over me, and I feel my face heat, then my dick twitches thinking about Rowan’s under my ass on the couch. He’s…very well built. “I fell asleep on the couch?” Chase nods encouragingly, but I don’t remember anything else.
“Poor little Steve, finally has his daddy right where he wants him, and he doesn’t remember a thing!”
“The words are sympathetic, but the tone of your face is all wrong!” I wave my hand around his face as he laughs again. I sit on the edge of my bed, Chase wraps around me from behind and rests his bony chin on my shoulder.
“I’m truly sorry you don’t remember, love. It was a sight to behold. Big, bald, broad, beautiful Rowan carrying you out of the Rook like Sleeping Beauty, gently sitting you inside his patrol car, then carrying you inside the clubhouse and up to your room. When he started humming while changing your clothes and tucking you into bed, I almost ruined my pants!” I rear back to watch him clutch his chest dramatically and fan his face. His eyes drift over my head and he’s suddenly shy and little, “I hope you don’t mind, but he tucked me in too. But he didn’t change my clothes, I did that myself.” He cups my cheeks gently, forcing me to meet his earnest stare, “Your daddy is really nice. I like him.”
“My daddy? My daddy .” I cup Chase’s cheeks too, then rest my forehead against his. “I like him too.”
“I know.”
“Well, I know that your breath smells like you ate rancid ass.” I can’t help but tease him, not ready to do an emotional deep dive before I’ve had sustenance.
“Well, you’d know the smell of rancid ass better than anyone!” He sing-songs, pushes my head back with his hand on my forehead, and leaps out of bed. He slams the door to my bathroom shut and clicks the lock.
“I have to pee!” I bang on the door, but he doesn’t open until several minutes later after rushing through a shower. “Doofus!” I sprint past him, push my pajama pants down and relieve myself. “Oh, God, that’s so good!” I moan.
“Gross.” I ignore Chase, finish stripping my clothes and start my own shower. While I’m toweling off, Chase comes back into the bathroom and messes with his hair in front of the mirror. “Why didn’t you tell Chief Thomas about the email?”
“Well…” I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste. “If the sender of that email is responsible for the shooting last night…jail is too good for them. The club is much better suited to dole out appropriate punishment.”
“Careful, your vigilante is showing.” Chase winks at my reflection. I shrug and start brushing my teeth. After I spit and rinse, I grab a hand towel to dry my face and hands.
“There were children there last night. Residents of the shelter who have endured violence, starvation, abuse…any one of them could have been seriously injured or killed and for what?”
“You need to tell Jupiter.”
“I know.”
Chase air kisses his reflection like the doofus he is, then starts pushing me out of the bathroom. “Get dressed, no time like the present! Plus, I’m starving.”
“Me too.” I walk into my closet, grab a t-shirt and jeans.
“I’m surprised you still have an appetite after eating all that rancid ass!” I’m zipping up my pants carefully, as I run after him through the clubhouse. He’s squealing like a stuck pig, garnering plenty of attention from those we pass. In the kitchen, I jump on his back, clicking my heel and pretending to twirl a lasso when he twists and turns trying to throw me off.
“Boys.” That voice…it ain’t right how that tone, that word, just calls to every cell in my body to obey. Chase recognizes a Daddy Dom when he hears one. I slide down his back, both of us adopting contrite expressions as we face Rowan. Goodness gracious, he’s handsome. Masculine. Disciplined. Built like a tank with the softest touch. I swallow hard as our eyes meet, unable to look away from him. Something happened last night, our dynamic changed with barely a word spoken, but I feel it.
He motions to two open chairs; Chase and I cannot move fast enough. Once seated, I realize the entire kitchen is eerily silent. Glancing around the table, the club brothers and ol’ partners gawk at us. A few of the brothers have smirks, and the looks they throw Rowan promise teasing, but Rowan’s fuck field appears to be barren. He moves around the kitchen, loading up two plates with food, before setting them down in front of Chase and me.
My fork clatters to the table when I feel him run his hand over the back of my head until he’s gripping the back of my neck possessively. I close my eyes and sigh happily. My brain shuts off, my shoulders relax, and I realize how tightly wound I’ve been since I woke up.
I open my eyes when I hear a chair scrape against the tile. Jupiter sits back in his seat, eyeing Rowan and his hand on my neck. “You know,” he begins conversationally, “a lot of MCs don’t allow their prospects to fuck their whores.”
“Pres.” Mars speaks sternly, motioning toward his daughter Cassie and Ceres and Thimble’s son Roman.
“Excuse me. I apologize for the vulgar language at the breakfast table.” He appears genuine.
“Das ok.” Cassie slides down her seat and runs over to Jupiter. “You owe me $5.” She holds up a fanny pack that looks like a slice of watermelon. Jupiter smiles down at the little girl and happily hands over some cash to her. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
“That she says with no problem, but she can’t say my name?” Pluto bitches with a shake of his head.
“Come on, Poopo, give her a break.” Terminus laughs at his own joke and misses the syrupy pancake to the face. “Dammit! Do you know how hard it is to get syrup out of a beard?”
“Try getting it out of your hoo-ha.” Fanny whispers loud enough for most of us to hear.
“You loved it, don’t pretend otherwise.” Dru points at Fanny with a wicked grin. It morphs quickly into a scowl when she turns to her husband. “I guess it’s a good thing the GGMC doesn’t have whores, ” she hisses the last word, “we have Hospitality Specialists.”
“Yes, dear.” Jupiter chuckles, then risks his life when he kisses the scowl right off his wife’s face. Dru’s body slumps into her chair when he starts rubbing her protruding belly, a soft smile quickly forming.
Rowan’s hand tightens fractionally on my neck. Jupiter’s attention is back on us. “You got something you want to say, prospect?”
I twist slightly in my seat and arch my neck to look up at him. His dark eyes fathomless depths of possession and power, a shiver wracks my body. Rowan smirks, his hand squeezing a bit more. “Yes, Pres. I’m claiming Steve.” My jaw drops, Chase starts dancing in his seat next to me, and most of the room gasps, except Jupiter. And Mars, but he never shows any emotion unless it has to do with his wife and kid. “However, we will discuss his role at the GGMC as a Hospitality Specialist privately and notify the club of any changes.”
“Kinky. I like it.” Dru waves her fork at us, bits of pancake flying every which way.
“But…but…you’re a prospect,” Marlena deadpans. She winks at me, making me giggle.
Noodles smacks his hand off the table, “It just isn’t done.”
Rowan laughs above me, a sound I hope to hear for a long time to come. “I’m a Golem. And fuck what anybody else does or thinks.” Before Cassie can even pick up her bag, Rowan is dropping a $10 bill in front of her. She picks it up and pets it like it’s her precious.
“You’re still a prospect.” Jupiter reminds him.
“OMG! Steve is a drag princess like a drag queen-in-training, and you’re a golem-in-training. How cute!” Vesta chokes on her words, a stricken expression on her slightly rounded face, “Too much pregnancy hormone has made me a twit!” She clutches Nessy’s shirt, “I need testosterone to counteract the estrogen, stat!” Sibyl starts clapping and bouncing in her seat as Nessy hoists a pregnant Vesta from her seat and plops her down on the table. He swipes his hand clumsily as they devour each other’s faces, knocking plates and silverware and delicious food everywhere.
Heimdall shoots back in his chair, sliding it a few feet away, narrowly missing the mess, “Dude, it’s the kitchen, we’re eating breakfast!”
Nessy breaks off the kiss, his body heaving as Vesta writhes beneath him, “I’m a golem, fuck what anybody else does or thinks!”
Rowan picks me up out of the chair and carries me from the room, I can only laugh as I watch Mars extract Nessy’s wallet from his back pocket and take a wad of cash out of it. He hands it to his daughter and leads her out behind us.
“Never let them distract you from making them pay.” Mars speaks low and firm to his 6-year-old-daughter.
“Everyone’s gotta pay the piper.” Cassie says clearly. My heart clenches watching Mars pat his daughter’s head affectionately. When he catches me looking, he scowls at me, and I duck down hiding my face in Rowan’s chest.
“Umm… daddy, ” I whisper. Mmm, I like how that sounds.
Rowan’s steps falter briefly, before a rumble sounds from his chest beneath my ear. “Yes, baby?”
“Chase and I need to speak with Jupiter and Mercury. It might be important.”
Rowan stops walking altogether. I chance a look at his face and find him staring at me intently. “Are you hurt?” I shake my head no. “Does it have to do with the shooting last night?” I nod yes. “Ok, I’ll take you to Pres. Do you want me to stay with you while you talk to him?”
“Chase will be with me. But…” I tap his shoulder, and he reluctantly places me on my feet, “do you have time later—”
“I always have time for you. Come to the clubroom when you’re finished.” I nod, my eyes closing on their own as his lips descend on my forehead.
“Chase.”
“Yes, sir.” He answers from behind Rowan.
“Let’s go, you two.” He walks us both to the clubroom, and waves down Jupiter. “Pres, Steve and Chase want to speak with you and Mercury.”
“Mercury!” Jupiter calls for the club’s tech guy. He separates from his partner Brooks with a hot kiss. Jupiter attempts to kiss his wife, but Dru dodges his lips, giggling. He stops, reaches around and smacks her ass. Chase and I follow him and Mercury to Jupiter’s office. Merc pulls out his tablet and parks his ass on the corner of Jupiter’s desk, Pres sits behind the desk and waves at Chase and I to take the open seats in front of it.
“What can we do for you?” Jupiter raises an eyebrow and if I didn’t know him as well as I do…intimately, I’d be intimidated. Right now, though, I’m just concerned about the club, my employees, and myself. I push thoughts of my daddy to the side and look Jupiter in the eyes.
“We received an email…”