Chapter 26 Connor
Connor
The VIP suite of the Golden Mirage is a world away from the gritty motels we’ve been holed up in, all sleek marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a view of West Quay’s glittering skyline that looks like something out of a movie.
But my boy isn’t so much interested in the sights as he is on getting down to work…
Luke’s at the mahogany desk, his laptop open, his fingers flying across the keys as he types, his sparkling eyes locked on the screen with a focus that’s pure journalist fire.
Swift’s propped up on the chair beside him, his orange beak catching the soft glow of the desk lamp. All the dark and shady secrets—Haynes’s cartel network, payoffs, murders, the DEA mole—are about to spill out into the article that’s going to break him.
Robert’s downstairs in the private conference room, meeting with his DOJ contact, ready to hand over the evidence and sink Haynes for good.
Garcia is dead, his body now having been taken away by the cops. The intel is out there—the cartel are in chaos, total retreat. This is good news. In fact, it’s superb news.
I lean against the wall, my arms crossed, watching Luke work.
He’s still in his jeans and t-shirt, but there’s something about him like this—fierce, driven, unstoppable—that hits me hard.
The boy’s work ethic, his devotion to the truth, it’s not so different from my own grind as a Guard.
I live for the mission, for protecting what matters, and he lives for the story, for exposing the rot that people like Haynes try to hide. It’s part of why I love him, why my Daddy side’s roaring to pull him close, to tell him how damn proud I am.
I know Luke needs to work though, so I’m going to keep my distance no matter how much I want to wrap my arms around him and shower him with love and praise.
He hasn’t looked up since we got here, his fingers a blur, his lips moving slightly as he mutters to himself, piecing together the article that’ll change everything.
I can’t help but smile, a mix of admiration and something deeper, something that’s got my chest tight.
But at the same time, I know that I need to freshen up.
Even with a scumbag like Garcia, I never take a man’s life lightly.
I know that many civilians in the real world would call what I did murders.
And who knows, maybe they’re right. But I’m a Night Ops Guard and a Daddy—I had to complete my mission and do whatever it took to keep my Little safe.
“I’m hitting the shower, Little Scoop,” I say, my voice low, teasing, trying to keep things light. “Won’t be long.”
“Okay,” Luke says, not even turning around, his voice distracted but soft, his focus unbreakable.
I chuckle, shaking my head, and head for the suite’s bathroom, my boots silent on the plush carpet. The sweet boy is in his element, and I love seeing it.
The bathroom’s all marble and glass, a fancy contrast to the safehouses and motels we’ve been dodging through.
I strip off my shirt, my muscles tense from the night’s chaos. My gun is on the counter, within reach, a habit I can’t break.
The hot water’s calling, but my mind’s still on Luke, on the way he looked at me in the warehouse, his voice saying he loves me, wants me as his Daddy forever.
It’s everything I want.
Luke is truly the Little I’ve always dreamed of—and now, finally, it looks like he will help me put the final pieces into my life and make me whole.
“Damn, you’re getting soft,” I mutter to myself as my mind swirls with images of Luke and I together in our forever home, doing the things that Daddies and their Littles do.
I glance back toward the door, picturing him at the desk, his fire, his passion. Luke’s not just a Little—he’s my partner, my equal in this fight, and that makes him even more a part of my heart. He’s going to change the world, and I’m going to make damn sure he lives to do it.
As the water cascades down over my body, I hear a noise.
It’s not much, but enough to put me on edge. I cast my eyes over toward my gun, shining as it rests on the marble top.
Fuck. Not now.
Not like this.
Not…
But all my Guard instinct fades as I look to the bathroom door and see Luke, naked, standing with a look of pure mischief on his face and his stiff dick standing proud.
“The story is done and filed,” Luke says, a knowing look in his eyes as he glances up and down my body. “The legal team will check it over, and then it’s good to go.”
“Right,” I say, knowing full well where this is headed. “So you thought you’d come and join your Daddy?”
“I need my bottom cleaned! And my front parts too!” Luke giggles, rushing over toward the large shower cubicle and hopping in, his soft, sensual body up against me before I can respond.
In an instant, our bodies are tangled and we kiss passionately, the release of adrenalin taking over as I wash shower gel bubbles over Luke’s chest, cock, and between his ass cheeks too.
“Now put it in me, Mr. Bossypants!” Luke demands, turning and presenting his ass for me, arching his back enough that his sex is on display, ready for my attention. “Hard, deep, and fast!”
I laugh, a real belly laugh too. The boy knows what he wants—and this time, I’m going to be a Daddy who takes orders rather than dishes them out.
I pick up the luxurious shower gel and squirt an ample amount over my cock and then add some extra over Luke’s perfectly pink ass hole.
The pair of us soon work up an unstoppable rhythm as I thrust and fuck Luke hard from behind, his legs quivering as I shoot my seed deep inside him and he cums himself, his entire body shaking as he presses his palms on the shower’s glass wall.
“Daddy…” Luke says as he slides down the shower wall and sits on the floor, a look of post-orgasmic bliss on his face. “You really gave it to me.”
“What my Little wants, he gets,” I say, towering over Luke, a look of wonder in his eyes as he takes in my wet, naked body. “Now how about I take you for a nice long nap? I’ll even sing you to sleep as we snuggle.”
“Yes please, Daddy,” Luke says, a little unsteady on his legs as he hauls himself up. “I think I might need to sleep for a while!”
With that, the pair of us chuckle together.
Luke is the bravest boy I know, and it’s not even close. But he’s still a Little. And Little’s need their naptime—and what kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t make sure my special boy got everything he needed?