Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
R arity…
Holy shit… I thought to myself, if my grandmother saw this place, she would shit a brick sideways!
I had a moment of pause in my inner thoughts, and then: God, I almost wish that she could – it might shut her up for a damn minute.
I wasn’t feeling very charitable toward my grandmother today for trying to stir the pot where Striker was concerned. Especially considering he’d saved us all a gang of money fixing the boys’ bathroom for free.
He didn’t have to do that. Nor did he have to help with the boys and their out-of-pocket behavior that night, nor did he have to bargain with them and treat our whole damn family to the day at the Gator Farm like he had, only for her to turn around and throw a fit because she didn’t like our ages?
It’d made me mad. It’d been beyond rude, and I was forever team Striker over team Grandma after today – for real.
Striker stood behind me, guiding me through the giant house with its stone floors and beautifully neutral-colored walls with their smooth, spotless paint, by my shoulders. Making baby steps behind me, standing close at my back, and bumping me lightly with every step, making me giggle.
I don’t think he knew how much I loved when he just naturally sort of fell into guiding me around like this. Like I was his precious little girl. It was something so small but also made me feel so special at the same time.
We found Renegade in the kitchen on the phone, the brick of electronic tucked between his ear and his shoulder as he poured some type of marinade over some meat in a glass baking dish.
“Oh, hey, put a lid on that and into the fridge for me, would yah?” he said in our direction and turned to rinse the bowl and whisk he’d been using in the sink.
“Yeah, yeah! I got you,” he said. “Look, I’m gonna get it handled and I’m gonna do it my way, and the minute that I fuck up and it goes pear-shaped is the minute you can tell me ‘I told you so’ and take a shark bite outta my ass – now I’d love to do our usual little dance here – but I got a guest that just showed up and I’m no longer free to speak on it. So, we need to table this for now if you don’t mind.”
I watched as Striker put the lid on the glass dish that came with it and he slid it into the refrigerator which was chock full of veggies and things.
“Great,” Renegade said, his broad back turned in our direction. He was shirtless in just a pair of black swim trunks with white piping at the pockets or whatever other accents.
“Yeah, fuck you too,” he said with a laugh. “Bye now.” He pressed the button on the phone to end the call and tossed the device on the counter in its heavy case with a gusty sigh.
“Fucking asshole,” he muttered, before he turned around, spotted me, and his whole expression brightened up.
“Hey! Rarity, come give us a hug,” he said and I laughed a little uncomfortably but obliged him. “You guys have a good day with the family?” he asked.
“Oh, it was wonderful ,” I said. “Skull and Bones were really great with the boys.”
“Never would figure it with those psychopaths, but they sure are good with the kids,” he said. “Striker, what’s up, man?” he came around the kitchen island and clasped hands with Striker and they pulled each other into a bruising hug.
“You bring your suit?” Renegade asked me.
“Oh, hah, nah – I didn’t expect to wind up at a pool party today, so…” I trailed off.
“Hey, no worries!” he went to the sliding back door leading out onto the patio and out to the pool and opened it up to yell, “Yo, Dusty! ‘Mere a minute!”
The girl from the clubhouse that I’d met looked up from whoever she was talking to and she jumped up and padded this way.
“What’s up, Dad?” she asked, tossing her long black braid over her shoulder.
“Rarity needs a suit, you got something?”
Dusty rolled her eyes and said, “I’ve spent entirely too much of your money on bathing suits, so yeah – I’m sure I’ve got something.” She smiled at me warmly and said, “Come on.”
Striker nudged me in her direction and I followed her through the house to a set of stairs and up to the second floor.
“You a one-piece or a two-piece girly?” she asked.
“Two,” I answered and she said, “Ah, thank God. I don’t think I’ve owned a one-piece suit since I was like twelve.”
I laughed and said, “Girl, same.”
“So, you and Striker, huh?” she asked, letting herself into a room. I followed and tried not to let my jaw drop at the gothic elegance inside.
“Yeah,” I said as she went over to her black dresser and pulled open a drawer that was brimming with swimsuit pieces.
“What’s that like?” she asked.
“Really nice,” I said with a smile.
“Isn’t he into that whole ‘call me Daddy’ thing?” she asked, and snorted when I blushed and blushed hard .
“I mean, to each their own, I’m not judging – I know entirely too much about these guys. It’s just a little weird for me getting to know their girlfriends typically because it’s like… well, they’re literally like all my uncles and sometimes, like with you, it’s like… you’re my age and it’s less like you could be my auntie and more like my cousin. You know?”
I laughed a little and said, “I can see how it gets weird.”
“Not as weird as when one of my dad’s girlfriends he had for a while lied about her age and was actually younger than me ,” she said and rolled her eyes. “That one was – eugh. When he didn’t dump her lying ass, I didn’t talk to him for like a month or more. It was ridiculous.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I caught her stealing, kicked her ass, and he dumped her after that,” she said with a shrug, then she stopped and really looked at me.
“Good thing you’re with Striker. Doesn’t matter what we put you in, the other guys will keep their hands off since you’re his.”
I blinked and she sling shot a pair of purple bikini bottoms at me off her finger. I caught them and she said, “Your tits are huge compared to mine, it’s gonna be a trick finding something to fit them.”
She wasn’t wrong, but wow – no filter much?
We found something but it was a lot less than I was used to, and barely held my chest in and kept my nipples covered. I went back down with her, leaving my things in her room for when I came back to change again later.
The suit I was in was white and had an almost rainbow iridescent shimmer to it. It was pretty, and I bet it cost a mint with its designer label.
Out at the pool, Renegade was standing at a grill in the corner of the patio, getting it heating, and Striker was standing near him in a pair of red swim trunks that hugged his thighs just a little tight – either an old pair of his, or a borrowed suit like mine, although I don’t think he’d borrowed them from Renegade. Renegade’s thighs were even bigger than Strikers. His chest and shoulders even broader and more defined along with a set of washboard abs.
Not bad for a man in his late forties, possibly even his early fifties.
I folded into Striker’s side and he sipped on a beer, asking, “You good?”
I laughed and nodded and said, “Feeling a little exposed but yeah, I’m good,” I said.
“Shit, you could run around back here topless if you wanted to. Wouldn’t bother anybody none and nobody’d better bother you,” Renegade declared.
“He’s right,” Striker said, and kissed my temple. “Best get some sunscreen on that fair skin of yours,” he said.
“Dusty’s got some,” Renegade said.
“Cool,” Striker said, steering me out toward the lounge chairs by the side of the pool. Dusty tossed him a spray can of sunscreen on request and went back to watching whatever show she was watching on her tablet as she lounged in the sun.
Striker sprayed me down and rubbed the fine mist of sunscreen into my skin, making me giggle when he sprayed his hands and rubbed it into my face like I was a child.
There were other club members back here, a couple in the shallow end of the pool, sitting on the stairs drinking beer and talking bikes.
Everyone was just sort of keeping it low key and relaxing.
I sunned, and swam with Striker, holding onto him, wrapping arms around his neck and legs around his waist as we bobbed in between the shallow and the deep end of the pool and talked and laughed.
Dinner was kebobs, and grilled to perfection, and before long, the sun was setting and I wasn’t able to keep from yawning only minutes apart from one another.
“I think that’s our cue to go,” Striker said as I covered yet another yawn with the back of my hand as I stared into the fire in the propane firepit over under an arbor nearby the pool and patio.
It’d been one of the best days ever, but I was tired, and so very ready to lay down and cuddle with my Daddy for the night. It sounded perfect, to be honest.
I liked hanging out with him and the rest of the club by the pool today. It’d been nice. Cozy, and I’d liked getting to know some of the rest of the guys.
I changed back into my clothes in Dusty’s room and left the swimsuit in the bottom of her bathroom sink like she’d asked.
Striker was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me, and immediately folded me into his arms, holding me close and kissing my temple.
“You okay baby?” he asked me.
“I’m really tired, Daddy,” I whispered back and he chuckled.
“Come on then, kitten. Let’s go home, get a quick shower, and get you tucked in. Sound good?”
“Sounds like the best,” I said and we said our goodbyes and left. Thank God, he’d managed to keep the goodbyes short, because I was really afraid I would fall asleep on the back of his bike – and I certainly didn’t want to do something stupid like that and fall off.
I was pretty sure it was just my fear of doing just that, that kept me awake for the blessedly short ride.
We pulled in the gate of the mansion property that Striker lived on and stopped in front of his little carriage house or whatever. Just inside the door, he stopped me just inside the door and kissed me softly and carefully.
I let my backpack slip from my shoulders, and he hung it up on the hooks set just inside the door.
I could barely breathe with the way his hands hovered over my face, my neck, just to where I could feel the heat from them, but not touching. No, not yet. The only part of him that touched me was his lips, so soft, so careful against mine.
I forgot to breathe, when his hands finally made contact with my skin, to smooth up and down my arms in a light and careful caress.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes, hm?” he whispered softly, his voice so gentle it was like music played in another room to my ear.
I nodded mutely, desperate to be nude and pressed against him, my body almost as hungry as my soul for his touch.
“That’s my girl,” he said with a glowing pride to his tone that very nearly made me swoon.
He undressed me, slowly, taking his time, his touches like gossamer whispers against my skin. Oh, how he punctuated each clothing item’s removal with a soft press of his lips! I felt worshipped, cherished in a way I couldn’t even begin to describe, and I wanted that for him, too.
I captured his face between my hands as he rose up and kissed him, slipping my tongue past his lips and tucking myself into the front of his bigger body as his hands smoothed over my back and went to my waist, hauling me more firmly up against him.
“I love you,” he growled into my mouth, and I tingled from head to toe at those three little words.
I whimpered into his mouth, my body exciting, tired though as I was.
“Mm,” he pulled me against him and I gave a leap, clinging to him like a spider monkey as he walked us through his house with assurance.
He laid me on his rumpled and hastily made bed and pulled his shirt off over his head, discarding it to the floor before pressing more fully against me, skin on skin contact – which is what I had craved to begin with.
Somehow, he managed to get rid of his pants, which – yes, please! And before I knew it, he was pressing into me, sliding inside of me, and I couldn’t help but arch beneath him and let my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Yeah, I know, I know, we were flirting with a danger of pregnancy or whatever – but I loved this. The feel of him, with no barriers between us was intoxicating in a way I can’t even begin to describe, and I wanted it. I wanted him, so badly in that moment, I was willing to throw caution to the wind.
“Please, Daddy. Please!” I begged. “Love me.”
He growled, and bowed over me, thrusting deep and deeper still, my legs falling open, his cock damn near reaching the end of me, and then he pushed in just that little bit more and bottomed out and God, that felt good!
I sank into the bed behind me and loved when he pressed me into it. I wrapped my arms around him as he kissed me, and ground into me, giving this twist and a little back and forth to his hips that oh, my God, did more than a little something for me.
He loved me with passion, and tender care, and I just couldn’t get enough – I didn’t ever want to, either.
He was just that amazing to me.