Chapter 14
Edmund
Grinnote steps out of his suburban dream house in a pair of running shorts and t-shirt. He sees us waiting across the street, then starts off at a slow jog down the sidewalk.
We take the hint and drive behind him for a few blocks before pulling over.
“Hey.” He jogs in place. “I was just about to call you guys.”
I snort. “No, you weren’t. But let’s hear it. I want to know everything.”
“Not much to tell. We got them—all of them. Tate wasn’t at the docks, but Allen was, and most of their guys. This shipment was a big deal to them.”
“Where was Tate?” Troy asks.
“At home, jerking off to FansFirst videos, apparently.”
Troy frowns. “But you brought him in?”
An edge of impatience creeps into Grinnote’s tone. “Yeah. We brought him in and all the other low-life criminals, okay? It’s done.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“They’re the low-lifes, of course.” Grinnote laughs uneasily. “Not you guys.”
“Of course.” I can’t wait until the Vorsong mess is truly behind us, so I can get away from this guy forever. “You wouldn’t do business with low-lifes, right?”
Grinnote looks up and down the sidewalk, realizing how exposed he is while we talk to him. “Right. Of course.”
Troy’s expression doesn’t change. “We want pics. Proof they’re all in custody.”
“I can’t do that—”
In a soothing voice, I say, “You’ll find a way. Enjoy your run, Grinnote.”
As Troy and I get back in the truck, I look over at him. “You don’t think the pics are necessary, do you?”
He shrugs. “Doesn’t hurt. Besides, he’s getting too smug.”
Several hours later, Troy, Danica, and I are finishing a light dinner at home. Arky and Cackle have curled up together on Danica’s usual side of the sofa—Arky is fully, completely, forever in love with Danica. Cackle, too. I don’t blame them.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and see a series of messages from Grinnote.
Face after face of members of Vorsong Circle, many I don’t recognize, but quite a few I do. The photo quality is shit, but good enough for verifying these guys are locked up. Tate’s in there, and his brother Allen. All in holding cells. Their expressions range from angry to bored.
I show my phone to Danica and Troy. “They’re really locked up. Let’s go celebrate.”
“Didn’t we celebrate already?” Danica asks.
“Well, we can celebrate more than once.” I snag her arm and whirl her toward me for a kiss. “Put on something sexy. We’re going to Salt.”
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Troy
Dani comes out of her room wearing the white dress she had on when we first met her.
I remember that night like it was yesterday. Watching her dance and flirt with that crowd of guys at the party. Every so often, she’d return her gaze to Edmund and me. Like she couldn’t look away.
We couldn’t look away, either.
And then after, in the back of the car, Edmund had finger-fucked her to orgasm while I watched.
So beautiful.
“Is this okay?” She holds out the white skirt.
“It’s so okay I want to bend you over and fuck you right here.” Edmund twirls his finger in the air, signaling she should turn for us.
She spins slowly, a pleased smile on her face.
“Innocent and sinful at the same time.” Edmund holds out his hand. “Let’s paint the town, angel.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re walking into Salt. The bartender, Jaden, smiles in recognition. It’s been a while since we came in. Luckily the manager does a good job in Edmund’s absence. I have a feeling the two of us will become more involved in the day-to-day running of the place soon.
We slide into our usual reserved booth, Dani between us.
“Everyone’s looking at us,” she whispers.
“They’re curious about you.” I squeeze her hand. “We haven’t been here much lately. Then we show up with you again. They want to know more about you.”
“And you’re so gorgeous, they can’t look away.” Edmund takes her other hand and kisses her palm.
We order drinks and sip them, watching people dance and enjoy themselves. The place is busy, packed more than usual because it’s Saturday night. Dani watches everyone with wide eyes. She seems to like what she sees.
I watch two men grind against each other, kissing while they do everything short of fucking on the dance floor.
Another couple has the woman in a severe black dress while the guy wears nothing but a thong and collar.
She gives him affectionate kisses every now and then—likely rewarding him for good behavior.
I place a hand on one of Dani’s knees and notice Edmund has grabbed her other one. She sips her cocktail like she isn’t paying attention to us. But in the way she holds herself, I can tell she definitely notices.
“Maybe we should dance.” Her tone is casual.
“Maybe we should.” I wouldn’t mind an excuse to put my hands all over her while she moves to music.
“You two go ahead.” Edmund lifts his drink. “I’d rather sit here and watch you together.”
“I do like being watched.” Dani winks at him.
“I know, princess. I remember the first night we met. You were wearing this wicked little dress.” He lifts the hem and slides his hand up her thigh.
“Edmund,” she scolds. “We’re in public.”
“We’re in a sex club. Go dance for me, angel. I want to see you move to the music.”
I slide out of the booth and hold out my hand. “Come on, little girl.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She leans over and kisses Edmund’s cheek, then joins me.
I lead her out to the middle of the floor. Looking back to the booth, I make sure we’re in Edmund’s line of sight.
The music is sexy, a remix of a Church of Fortune song. Dani shakes out her white-blond hair so the strands fall over her back and shoulders. I grip her hips and sway with her. Her dress is soft against my palms, and I can feel the heat of her body through the fabric.
Every now and then she looks up at Edmund, but her attention is also on me. She puts her hands on my shoulders and tilts her head back. The gray shade of her eyes is so beautiful. I could stare at her face for hours.
The song changes to something even more sultry.
We rock together, our bodies melding as the music encourages us to get closer and closer.
Conscious of Edmund watching, and knowing Dani wants to put on a show for him, I grab her ass and tug her against me.
My cock presses hard against her lower stomach.
A small smile plays over her features and she closes her eyes. She’s so sweet, so responsive to the things I do to her.
I bend forward and kiss the side of her neck where it meets her shoulder. She tightens her grip on my shoulders, silently asking for more.
The strap of her dress feels flimsy in my fingers. I want to rip it away, but I settle for easing it over her shoulder.
She lets out a shocked sound. “Troy…are you undressing me on the dance floor?”
“As your daddy, it’s my right to undress you anywhere.”
Her pupils flare with interest. Little exhibitionist.
The top of her breast is visible now. She has on a sheer, lacy bra, and it won’t hide much from anyone who looks at her. But she’s with me, and I’m not insecure about that shit. They can look all they want—but she’s mine and Edmund’s.
“You like people seeing you,” I say.
“Maybe a little.” She bats her eyelashes. “But only if it’s okay with you.”
“It’s more than okay.” Slowly, so she can stop me if she wants, I ease down the other strap of her dress.
The fabric falls forward, showing her bra and her nipples clearly visible through the lace.
She’s mostly blocked by my body. As we dance, I test her by spinning her around so her back is to me, her front exposed. I make sure she’s facing Edmund.
His eyes narrow in interest. When I lift a hand to cup one of her tits, he half stands up in the booth, leaning forward for a better view.
Dani wiggles her ass against me, teasing me in her own way. Other couples dance around us, some of them watching our antics, others too involved in their own sexy business to pay any attention to ours.
She leans back against me, and I support her weight while we sway. I hold one of her tits, pinching and tugging at the nipple. With my other hand, I grip her hip and keep her glued to my front.
More, though—I want more. I always do with her.
I let go of her hip and travel my hand down to the hemline of her dress. Then up, beneath the fabric. So much warm, soft skin. Her rhythmic movements invite me higher and higher.
My fingertips meet the edge of her panties. She lets out a soft moan—I feel it in my chest even though I can’t hear it over the music.
I could get her off like this, right here in front of everybody.
“Troy, what are you—”
I slip a finger into the fabric. “What does it feel like I’m doing?”
“But there are other people here—”
“In a sex club, remember? This is expected. Even encouraged. How about you enjoy it, little girl, instead of asking questions?” I find her wet and slick against my fingers.
“Troy…”
“Yeah, baby girl?”
“Are you going to make me come?”
I murmur an affirmative sound in her ear. “I want Edmund to see you come with me, in front of everyone. Think you can do that? Show the club how beautiful you are…and how you belong to us?”
“Mmm.” She squirms, eager.
I glide my fingers over her folds, then dip one against the entrance of her pussy. She’s soaking for me, so I slide the rest of the way inside.
Edmund gets all the way out of his seat and stands next to the booth. He looks like he’s ready to rush out here and take over, but I shake my head. This is our show.
“Hold on, baby.” I slide my finger in and out.
She reaches back to hold onto my hips, her fingers grasping at my jeans, my shirt, whatever she can reach.
I don’t even hear the music anymore, I’m not aware of anyone else. Just the way Dani moves, the little sounds she makes, the feeling of her pussy clenching at my fingers. I rub the heel of my hand over her clit while I finger her.
“Are you close, Dani?”
“Mm—yes—yes, I’m close.” She tenses up against me.
“Let go, sweetheart. Come on Daddy’s hand.”
“Yes—I’m coming—”
“Good—do it. Edmund’s watching and he likes what he sees.” I push my fingers in, pull them out, feel the way she grabs me with her inner walls. I hold her weight against me while she shudders.
I leave my fingers in her while she comes down from her orgasm, swaying gently with her. Once her aftershocks have subsided, I pull my hand away and suck down her juices.
“Troy, that’s embarrassing.” She turns around and buries her face against my chest.
“No, it’s delicious. You taste so good, baby girl.”
“Time to go.” Edmund suddenly stands before us.
Dani steps to him and wraps her arms around his waist. “You don’t want to dance with me, too?”
“Oh, I do.” He carefully puts her dress straps back in place, covering her chest again. “But we’re dancing at home so we can get you naked and fuck you for hours.”
She looks up at him through her eyelashes. “I like the sound of that.”
We wind our way through the freaky groups, couples, and individuals playing in the club. Eager.
Tonight has been great. It’s only going to get better.