Rowan 22.
“What’s the hurry, Doherty?” Scott jokes as I rush through my shower in the precinct locker room. “Got a hot date?” I glare at him as I wash my jiggly bits. “Alright, eye contact when you’re doing that is creepy.”
“Says the man hanging out fully clothed in the shower room.” Scott looks down at himself and then around the showers. He shrugs.
“You’ve been squirrely all day. You finally tap that Hospitable Expert?”
“First, don’t talk about Steve or any of the Hospitality Specialists in that way. Got it?” I raise my loofah and point it at him with a scowl. He raises his hands in surrender, his lips curling in disgust when he looks at the pink poof. “Second, don’t be hating on my shower utensils.”
“It’s pink. And you just had it swirling around your asshole.”
“My tongue is gonna be swirling around something pink in about 30 minutes.” I’m trying to ruffle his feathers, but that doesn’t make my words any less true. I’ve been imagining Steve in my bed, between my sheets, naked and writhing for the last 12 hours. How to Win Friends on the Job through Erections will not be a bestseller. Well, perhaps at some businesses, but not the Morgantown Police Department.
“Ugh. Why you gotta take it to a gay place?”
“Because it makes you blush like a virginal teen, and it amuses me.”
“Just don’t tell my wife.” I laugh at the thought of Scott’s wife Brea.
I turn off the water after one last rinse, grab my towel and dry off. “I don’t know, I’m thinking Brea might enjoy a little swirling of her own.”
“What did she say? Is she unsatisfied? I gave her two orgasms before she left for work this morning!” He’s too easy.
“Any of them from licking her chocolate starfish?” He gags and I laugh harder.
“You’re fucked up.”
“I am.”
“And so are the other Golem Guerillas.” His lips quiver before he loses the fight and smiles. He likes the brothers and sisters of the GGMC, respects them and what they’re about, and he’s been nothing but supportive of my desire to join their ranks.
“They are.”
“Whatever. Go home, lick all you want! What do I care?”
“I wouldn’t mind being licked too.”
“Agghhh!” He throws his hands up and stomps dramatically out of the locker room.
I don’t speed, but I definitely push the speed limit on the way back to the clubhouse. I miss Steve, and I hate that I had to work, and we were unable to talk about the sudden turn of our relationship. Fuck, yesterday, there wasn’t even a relationship to speak of. Now I’ve claimed him before the club, given him permanent access to my suite, and declared myself his daddy. He’s probably got whiplash.
I’ll just massage him real good. Naked. Dammit.
A few brothers and Specialists are occupying the clubroom when I burst through the front door. I glance around and smile when I do not see Steve among them. I find Chase, though, sitting on Terminus’ lap, making out with Coozie while Term’s fingers pump in and out of Coozie’s…coozie.
That boy fits right in. I’m momentarily struck by how much Steve has compartmentalized to keep his business life separate from his personal life. He and Chase are best friends, and now that I know what I’m looking for, I can see the separation has been hard on them both. Now that it’s out in the open, I foresee Chase spending quite a bit of time here with the GGMC.
I take the steps two at a time to my floor, and practically run down the hall to my room. Scanning my bracelet, the door unlocks, and I slip inside quietly. I remove my boots at the door and strip the rest of my clothing by the time I’ve reached my bed.
Fuck. He’s here. Finally, I have him in my room, in my bed, right where he belongs. Lifting the covers, I suck in a harsh breath at the sight of his naked body. I’ve seen it before, of course, he’s been in any number of positions around the clubhouse with patched members and their partners. But I can touch him, now, this is different, it’s monumental.
“Daddy,” he murmurs sleepily, his eyes barely slitting open.
“I’m here, boy.”
“I missed you.” I slide under the covers, wrap my arms around him and drag him to my side. He rubs his cheek against my hairy chest, sighing dreamily as the rest of him clings to me like a barnacle.
I chuckle as I lean my head to press a kiss to his hair, “I missed you too, baby.”
He mumbles, “We should talk,” then promptly starts lightly snoring.
“It’ll keep, my good boy.” I shift a little and close my eyes. His breath ghosts my skin, the heat of him settles me and I drift off knowing I have everything I’ve ever wanted.