Chapter 25
They found Maximus working at a computer in Steel’s office. After sitting down, Slate kept Dakota’s hand in his, sensing his mate was concerned about Maximus’ response, but he had no such worries.
When Slate’s father finished typing, he looked up at both of them with a smile. “Congratulations on your mating. And welcome to the family, Dakota. My son couldn’t have been given a finer mate than you and anything I can do for you, please let me know.”
“Thank you,” said Dakota.
“Good. Now boys, tell me, what’s up?”
Giving Dakota a quick glance before returning his father’s greeting, Slate said, “I wanted to get your opinion on something first before bringing it up at a board meeting.”
“Oh? So it concerns Dire Enterprises?”
“Yeah, it does, well at least my role in the company.”
“Okay, so you want to stop traveling as much, now that you have a mate.”
Slate began to chuckle. “Dad, you’re something else. How did you figure it out? Oh shit, I bet Mom told you.”
“No, not exactly, but she did tell me it was time to hire personal assistants for you and Steel. I’ve already discussed this with your brother and he’s all for it.
I also suggested that Carson could take over the grant side of things if you feel he’s ready.
I’ve been very impressed with his work and right now we aren’t using his full potential. ”
“True,” agreed Slate. “He’s perfect for our grant division and it won’t take me long to show him the ropes. So that leaves finding a PA for you, Steel and me.”
“I asked your brother for a list of names from which we can choose and I need the same from you. Keep in mind, they have to be willing to move here.”
“Are you thinking of setting up a formal office here?”
“Yes. With all of us here now on a permanent basis, it’s the only thing that makes sense.”
“Will it be here in the pack house or somewhere else?”
“Steel is looking into it, so for now, I can’t say.”
Nodding, Slate said, “Regarding who we might promote from headquarters, it’s simple…
no one. Everyone who’s qualified to be my PA won’t take the job because they all have families and won’t want to travel.
What I need is someone who’s single and doesn’t mind living in remote locations for several months at a time. ”
“Good point. So at least for you and me, we’ll have to hire someone new.”
“I bet we’ll have to hire outside for Steel, too.”
“Likely,” Maximus said. “Hopefully we can find the right people quickly. In the meantime, what’s on your agenda for the near future?”
“Finishing up in Tajikistan, but the legal people I have there will be able to do that for me. I have a couple of months before the next trip is scheduled so I’m hoping to have someone onboard by then.”
“I think that’s possible. I’ll be meeting with Steel this afternoon and if possible, please try to join us.”
Looking at Dakota, Slate said, “I’ll try, but we need to speak with Mom and I was hoping she’d be free this afternoon.”
“Hmmm, how about if I schedule my meeting late in the afternoon? It won’t take long, but I’d like all of us to be in agreement before I move ahead.”
Slate looked at Dakota and asked, “Is that okay with you, babe?” After seeing his mate nod, he turned to his father. “Okay, go ahead and set it up.”
Maximus sent a text to Steel and after getting an answer, he looked up at Slate. “Done. See you later. If you want to talk to your mother, she’s in our suite.”
“Thanks,” Slate said. Pulling his mate up, he murmured, “Let’s go and see when Mom has time for us today.”
Before leaving, Dakota said, “Maximus? Thank you for welcoming me into your family and I promise I’ll always love and protect your son.”
Grinning in delight at Dakota’s proclamation, he said, “I appreciate that, but if Slate ever acts up, you be sure to tell me and I’ll give him a spanking.”
Giggling, Dakota said, “I will.”
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After showering, Logan walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and looked at the clothes Kieran laid out on the bed for him to wear that night. “Ahh, babe,” Logan called to his mate as he picked up a leather chest harness, “What the fuck is this?”
Peeking in from the bathroom, Kieran giggled, then said, “That is what you are going to wear tonight so I can show off my gorgeous mate. I want all the boys to be drooling over you, their cocks hard as shit while knowing they can’t touch you cause that right belongs only to me.
Besides, it goes with the tight leather shorts I picked out for you. ”
“Shorts?” Logan looked down and spied the short-shorts.
Holding them up in front of him, he realized they wouldn’t even cover his ass cheeks; there was no way he was going out dressed in those.
“No fucking way, babe. I’m not wearing them.
Everyone will be staring at my ass and you don’t really want that, do you? ”
“Why not? It’s the best looking ass in the world and it’s all mine so why shouldn’t I want to show it off.”
Unable to convince his mate with that argument, Logan tried another tactic. “Babe, my brother will laugh at me, take pictures and send them back to my other brothers and I will never hear the end of it for the rest of my life. You don’t want me to suffer that, do you?”
Sighing, Kieran said, “Of course not babe. Just a minute.” He ducked into their closet and came out with a new pair of skinny, leather pants, “How’s this?”
Logan snorted. His mate had just played him like a fiddle. Snatching the pants, he said, “I owe you one for this, you know that, don’t you?”
Kieran dropped his towel, now standing in front of Logan who groaned at the sight of his naked mate. “Anytime, anywhere…bring it on, big boy.” Then he turned and sashayed away.
Watching his mate’s ass as it moved enticingly into the bathroom had Logan grinning at what he’d be doing to it later that night.
Shaking his head at Kieran’s antics, Logan pulled on the snug pants, then put on the harness.
Checking himself in the mirror, he smiled at the hot and sexy picture he presented.
Swiveling to look at his ass, he grinned at how the pants showcased what he always thought was his best feature.
Shit, my mate really knows how to make me look fantastic!
“Holy shit balls!” Kieran exclaimed as he walked into the bedroom and saw Logan standing there, dressed in leather.
“You look gorgeous and everyone is going to be so jealous of me tonight,” he said gleefully.
“I can’t wait to do the bump and grind with you.
Do you like how soft and thin that leather is?
I picked it specially so when you get hard, it won’t hurt. ”
Logan leaned down and kissed his mate. “That was so thoughtful but you damn well know it will still hurt because these pants are skintight so no playing with my cock tonight until we get back here. Now, where’s your outfit?”
“It’s a surprise…put on your shoes and go into the other room.
” When Logan left, Kieran returned to the closet for his outfit—a pink sequined crop top with matching pink leather boys shorts and thigh-high, soft-as-butter-leather, high-heeled boots.
After dressing, and putting on his eyeliner and rosy pink lip gloss, he stood back and looked at himself in the mirror.
Smiling at what he saw, Kieran turned and headed to the living room where his lover waited for him.
Eyes glued on the bedroom doorway, Logan felt his cock get chubby in anticipation.
He knew whatever his mate chose to wear, it was going to be fucking fantastic, but as Kieran appeared, Logan’s jawed dropped as his eyes greedily devoured his sexy-as-fuck mate.
Holy fucking hell! How the fuck am I supposed to wait until tonight to tear those clothes off?
Glimpses of Kieran’s ivory soft, smooth skin were just enough to make his hands itch to uncover and see all of it.
And those fucking boots! They drew Logan in until all he could see was the miles of legs: within seconds, his mind pictured them wrapped around his waist as he pounded away—a fantasy that he was going to make a reality later that night.
He was drooling as Kieran did his runway walk over to him, then swirled around so Logan could see that beautiful ass showcased in those super tight shorts.
Kieran giggled as he heard low growls coming from Logan’s throat, pleased at his mate’s reaction. “Ready, macushla?” he asked.
“Fucking yes! Holy shit babe, you look…I want…edible…” Logan gave up as words failed him.
Pleased at rendering his mate speechless, Kieran sassed, “Thanks, babe! Now everyone will be envious of you having the cutest mate ever!”
“Oh shit!” Logan groaned, knowing all eyes would be on Kieran and suddenly grateful they’d be accompanied by enforcers because everyone was going to want to dance with his mate.
Just when he was going to suggest they stay in, Logan heard Theo, Norman, and Fionn giggling and laughing in the hallway outside their suite just before they knocked.
Kieran squealed as he rushed over to let them in.
“Hi guys, we’re all ready, is Colton and Ian out there also?
I can’t wait till we get there and you see why it’s something you just had to do.
Wait until you see all the men…drool-worthy,” Kieran said, as he finger-fanned himself, “but don’t worry Norm, only Fionn will be shopping tonight.
The rest of us will be enjoying the view. ”
“Wow, Ki,” exclaimed Theo, “I love your outfit.” Then he caught a glance of Logan, “Holy shit balls!”
Norman and Fionn looked at where Theo was staring, their jaws dropping as they gaped at Logan before turning to Kieran.
“Ahh, Ki? Did you pick out the outfit for Logan?” Norman asked.
“Fucking hell!” exclaimed Fionn, “Is that what guys will be wearing tonight? Oh, my gods, I’m gonna die and go to heaven!”
“See? Now you know why I wanted you all to go. We are going to have so much fun!” Kieran exclaimed. “Now where are Colton and Ian? Babe, give them a call, tell them to hurry. My feet are ready to dance and my ass is ready to shake.”
Just as Logan was about to send a text, Colton knocked at the door, opened it and entered with Ian at his side.
Smiling when he saw Kieran’s outfit, Colton said, “Looking hot, there, Kieran.” Then Colton searched for his brother and his eyes grew wide when he found him.
Never, ever, had he seen Logan wear anything like that.
Smirking, he knew Kieran was behind his brother’s new look. “Hey bro, love the leather.”
“Fuck off,” Logan growled, picking up his leather jacket and his mate’s pink one. “Hi Ian, how are you tonight?”
“Pretty good,” Ian said, “for now.”
“We might bug out sooner than you guys,” Colton said, “it depends on how tired Ian gets.”
“No problemo,” Kieran said. “Time to go. Chop! Chop! My feet are…”
“Here, babe, put your jacket on,” Logan said, holding it out so his mate could slip his arms into it. Then grasping Kieran’s hand, Logan ushered them all out of his suite and down to the waiting limo, where they all piled in.
“To The Meat Locker,” Logan said to the driver.
Then, leaning back and nuzzling Kieran’s neck, he inhaled the scent he loved, half-heartedly listening to the conversation around him; he was busy imagining what he planned to do later that night when he would finally be able to peel those pink fucking shorts off of his mate.
Suddenly, he heard their spirit warning him of danger up ahead.
Taking a quick look around, Logan asked their spirit for instructions and after receiving them, he ordered the driver to turn off the main road.
Holding Kieran tight, he continued to bark orders until, after many turns, their spirit gave him the ‘all clear’.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he told the driver to continue to the club.
Macushla, what was that about? Kieran asked Logan, using their mind link.
Our spirit told me there was danger ahead and gave me the directions to avoid it. It’s gone now, so you’re safe.
Did our spirit say what the problem was?
No, it didn’t know what it was, only that it existed.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I’m okay. Thank goodness for our spirit!
Yup, told you it was very useful.
You sure did babe, love you so much.
Ditto.
Fifteen minutes later the driver pulled alongside a curb and announced their arrival. Kieran peered out, groaning at the long line waiting to get in. “Macushla, look…it will take us forever to get in.”
Grinning, Logan replied, “Maybe…but maybe I can do something. C’mon, everyone out and let’s see if I still have my magic touch.” Taking his mate’s hand, Logan led Kieran and the rest of their group to the head of the line where he greeted the keeper of the rope.
“No skipping,” the guy growled at Logan.
“No problem,” Logan said, handing the man a small folded piece of paper.
After reading it, he said, “Welcome to the Meat Locker, Mr. Blackwood. If you and your party will come this way, I’ll show you to your VIP booth.” Then he motioned to another man to take his place before holding the door open for Logan’s group.
Logan grinned at Kieran as the pounding beat blasted out at them. “Ready to have some fun, babe?” Logan said into Kieran’s ear.
Nodding vigorously, Kieran’s vivid blue eyes sparkled with excitement at throngs of half-naked men moving in time to the beat, hanging cages filled with dancing men wearing tiny thongs that barely hid their junk, multi-color laser beams shooting out in all directions and flashing disco lights synched to the rhythm of the music.
Once they were seated in the VIP section, Colton looked at Logan and asked, “Okay, how did you manage to get us in ahead of everyone else?”
Logan grinned. “Steel owns the club.”