Chapter 12
Street steered Rosa through Razor’s office and into the connecting room. A princess bed with pink netting and a fluffy pink and white comforter occupied most of the small space. He flipped the light switch on, and a gentle glow dispersed the shadows, allowing him to see when he shut the door.
“Daddy’s going to take care of his Little girl,” Street whispered to the adorably sleepy woman who stood by the side of the bed. She trailed her fingers over the dancing animals on the bedspread as he unfastened her jeans and stripped them off. She would be more comfortable without them.
Helping himself to the supplies in the room, Street spread a protective quilted pad over the middle of the bed before picking Rosa up and setting her on the material.
Without hesitating, she stretched on the pillow with a soft sound of enjoyment.
Rosa turned over on her side with a bit of encouragement.
Street rubbed her cute bottom, and his cock twitched inside his jeans. He was going to have a tough time explaining his hard-on to the men on his shift, Street thought with a silent laugh. He didn’t care. They could be jealous of his beautiful, fierce, Little girl.
He opened the bag Razor had packed for him.
A big tube of lubricant and the bottle of medicine sat inside along with three small diapers.
The doctor had added more supplies, and he would investigate thoroughly later.
After shaking one of the two-inch long suppositories into his hand, he laid the medicine on the quilted pad and grabbed the lubricant.
Unsure how tight her bottom would be, Street squeezed a healthy amount of the lubricant on his index finger before setting the tube aside where he could grab more if needed. Rosa stiffened as he pulled her panties down to expose her bottom.
“Relax, Dinorosa. You’ll struggle to take this if you tense your muscles.
” Before she could panic, he parted her buttocks and spread the slick lubricant over her small rosette.
Pressing his finger into her bottom, Street didn’t hesitate.
He smoothed the mixture across the nerve-rich opening and her inner walls, taking his time and watching her reactions.
Soon she pushed her bottom back toward his hand as he swirled his finger into her tight entrance.
When she accepted one finger easily, he added a second to prepare her.
Taking his time, Street wanted to make this good for her. Her tight channel squeezed his fingers, making him imagine his cock inside her instead. Damn! That was going to happen.
He shifted his stance, trying to relieve the pressure building against his fly as he caressed her. Fuck! My cock is going to tear a hole in my jeans.
“Daddy!” she moaned.
The desire in her voice boosted the heat already brewing inside Street. “I know, Baby girl. I’m going to make the ache better.”
“Please,” she begged.
Street picked up the suppository, slid his fingers from her, and immediately pressed the rounded tip of the medicine to her tight ring of muscles. She clenched her bottom at the feel of the cool intruder.
“No, Daddy. Fingers.”
“Daddy will touch you more in a minute,” he promised as he pushed the dose into her heat. He could feel her straining to rid her body of the medicine. “You’re being bad, Little girl. Daddy’s going to have to keep his fingers in your bottom until you relax.”
He turned his arm slightly, dragging his work-roughened thumb over her rosette. “Daddy needs to check that you’re tolerating your medicine, Dinorosa. Spread your thighs for me.”
She shook her head, refusing. Street delivered a firm spank on her bottom, loving the look of the pink mark that rose on her skin.
Immediately, she flung her legs apart, displaying her inner thighs that shone with her juices.
Rosa was soaked. His Little girl was enjoying his touch. She’s perfect for me.
“That’s my good girl. Leave them apart,” he said firmly, continuing to caress her bottom entrance with his fingers as he held the medicine deep inside her.
Street traced her nether lips, dipping into the wetness. He teased her clit with an ultrasoft brushing touch until her breath sounded rough and her hips moved restlessly. “Daddy,” she moaned.
“Are you going to be good and allow the medicine to stay inside you? I could get a thick plug from Razor to fill your opening to prevent you from being naughty. That device would be much wider than my fingers.” He separated his digits slightly to emphasize his words.
“I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.”
“Thank you, Dinorosa.” Street treasured each time she called him Daddy.
His Little girl deserved a reward. Street increased his caresses. She responded beautifully. He loved to watch her face contract and her expression turn blissful as she came. Those cute pleasure sounds made his cock strain against his jeans. If only he had time to jerk off before reporting to work.
As her climax waned, his strokes gentled. After sliding his fingers from her, Street cleaned the lubricant from his skin before removing her juices from her inner thighs. Rosa didn’t protest his aftercare but relaxed completely on the beautiful bed. Soon, she napped soundly on her tummy.
Street spread a light throw over her bare skin. The soft material wasn’t her blankie but would hopefully serve as a comfortable substitute for her. Walking away from his Little girl to return to work challenged Street more than anything else had in his life.
As he dragged himself down the hallway, Razor met him. “She will sleep for several hours. I’ll send a message when she wakes.”
“Thank you, Razor.” When his MC brother nodded, Street forced himself to return to work. If Razor made a promise, he would deliver on his word.
A few minutes later, Street climbed onto his forklift. His stomach growled ferociously. He dismissed his hunger pains. Taking care of his Little girl was much more important. He’d survive.
Wraith flagged him down as Street toggled the lever to lift the load he’d abandoned without a second thought when he’d heard Rosa was in the medical center. “Hey, Wraith. What’s up?” Expecting to be censured for leaving abruptly, Street hoped his MC brother would understand.
“Eat this,” the big man said, throwing a protein bar at him.
Wraith waited until Street bit off a big portion.
“Lucien’s special shipment came in. The packing containers are fortified to stabilize the contents, but the load needs a soft touch.
You’re the best at maintaining a steady transport to the storage area. Are you up for it?”
Street immediately straightened in his seat. He’d worked hard to develop his skills to benefit the Devil Daddies’ interests. Having them acknowledged felt amazing instead of the complaint about his absence Street had feared. “I’m good, Wraith. What am I moving?”
Wraith gave him a look that snapped Street’s mouth closed. The contents of whatever he needed to transport were beyond Street’s pay grade. Did Wraith even know what was in those shipping containers?
“Tell me what precautions I need to take to ensure everyone’s safety,” Street said.
“Keep them level and secure. No abrupt motions. Most important of all, don’t drop them,” Wraith told him. “Slow and steady, Street. Okay?”
“Got it. Where do you want them placed?”
“Transport them from the shipping container into Warehouse Five. Lucien is waiting to show you where to place them,” Wraith told him.
Lucien would meet him? Holy crap! What in the world was inside? Wraith’s expressionless face underlined how critical this shipment was. Street didn’t voice any of the questions racing through his mind. He nodded and popped the last of the bar into his mouth.
He chewed and took a gulp of his water before saying, “On it.” Shifting the machinery into gear, he waited for Wraith to step clear before setting the load he currently had on the forks into a safe spot to collect later.
The size of the container might clue him in on the product inside. Intrigued, he drove the heavy equipment outside to the waiting truck. This rig could lift three to six thousand pounds without overbalancing. He could tell a lot about a load based only on the weight.
Lucien stepped out of the shadows to point to the semi.
Two men swarmed around the sides, unfastening the tarp that covered the containers underneath.
Usually, that protection secured the load or shielded anything being trucked around the country from the weather.
Rain wouldn’t impact these metal containers.
He maneuvered the forks into position and raised the large shipping box up six inches to clear the trailer.
Reversing slowly, Street controlled his speed to avoid any jerks or bumps.
As smoothly as possible, he stopped and inched forward to drive the container to the warehouse.
The contents shifted slightly to his surprise.
The contents couldn’t be lashed into place.
The movement in his steering wheel and controls proved that.
Easing to a halt, he engaged the brake before walking over to Lucien. “This one has something loose in there. Do you want the box in a specific spot so you can check? Maybe outside, if it’s hazardous?”
“Take the shipping container inside, Street. Everything is fine.”
That hadn’t been the response he’d expected. Street wanted to ask a million questions, but the controlled expression on Lucien’s face told him to zip his lips. He returned to climb onto the driver’s seat. Inching forward, Street drove the load into the warehouse.
Lucien preceded him and guided him where to set it. The MC boss hung back as Street turned around and headed outside. A movement in his side mirror caught Street’s attention. Lucien knocked on the metal side before pressing his hand to the hard surface.
What is going on?
Corralling his thoughts, Street off-loaded the other three containers from the flatbed. Lucien worked with him individually to place the large metal boxes. Each time, he stayed behind as Street returned to the truck.
When he got the last one set down, Lucien yelled, “Good job, Street. I think they’re waiting for you in the other warehouse.” Lucien walked behind Street’s rig as he exited and pulled the doors shut to seal himself inside with the containers. Street didn’t see him for the rest of the afternoon.
Street forced himself to focus on his next jobs instead of craning to see any movement in that fifth building.
When Razor called to tell him Rosa had woken up, the rest of the guys were clocking out and heading to Inferno for a drink or to the compound.
Street returned his rig to its parking spot.
He planned to come in an hour early tomorrow to make up any time he’d missed.
The sound of giggles reached him as soon as Street opened the door to the medical office. Honey and Rosa sat at a table behind the counter, creating figurines with tongue depressors, cotton balls, markers, and paper towel clothing. A line of Devil Daddies stood propped on the wall already.
“Our Littles are being crafty,” Razor told him with a grin. “They started with you and me before moving on to capture the likenesses of our brothers. I’m going to go shut the office and make sure the clinic is locked up.”
“We’re going to Inferno tonight to give them to everyone,” Honey said proudly as her Daddy walked down the hall.
“Can you pick out which one is you, Daddy?” Rosa asked.
“Please tell me it’s not the one with the beer bottle in his hand,” Street said.
Conspiratorial giggles erupted from the two women.
They had indeed crafted a reminder of how he and Rosa had met.
Street scanned the others. Scythe had a bit of fluff with a pointed beak on his shoulder.
Was that a chicken? Street had to laugh.
Vex’s expression was a hoot by itself. Since Rosa didn’t know the usually exasperating MC member well, Honey had revealed a tremendous talent in capturing his personality.
And Wraith? They’d doubled the figure to make him bigger than the others. His bulk loomed over everyone else.
“Where’s Razor?” Street asked.
After checking to make sure Razor was still out of sight, Honey lifted a figure from her lap where she’d obviously hidden it from her Daddy. She pressed a finger to her lips as she showed the miniature doll to Street.
Yep. That was Razor. He wore a white paper towel coat that featured a plastic bandage on the back. In his hand, the doctor held a rolled-up tube with carefully drawn lines around it—a thick thermometer. They’d even glued one of the small lollipops to his free hand.
“So, you did create my mini me,” Razor said, appearing behind Honey, who jumped in surprise.
“How did you….” Honey blurted and stopped, realizing she had given herself away.
“I came through the rear door,” Razor said as he plucked his likeness out of her hand. “Not bad. I’m handsome. You must like me.”
“I love you, Daddy,” Honey told him quickly.
“And I love my mischievous Little girl.” Razor leaned over to kiss Honey gently. “What do you say, Street? Want to go have trash can nachos with these two?”
“Is going out safe?” Rosa asked.
“No Ravager would dare come onto Devil Daddies MC turf. Besides, they’d have to get by that brute,” Street said, pointing out the hulking Wraith in the lineup.
“Wait until Winnie, Caroline, and Angel see our artwork,” Honey crowed. “Oh no. We should have done a Diablo.”
“Lucien’s busy tonight,” Razor told them. “You can create him next time. I bet the guys are going to be lined up asking you to make them next.”
Street’s stomach growled loudly. “Got everything closed, Razor? I’m ready to snack on Scythe’s chicken if we don’t go grab some food.”
Honey gasped and looked terrified. “No way! You can’t eat Patches!”
“I haven’t even met him yet!” Rosa protested.
“Patches and Fluff are safe. Inferno will create some non-poultry food for me,” Street reassured his Little girl. He glanced up at Razor. “Did you text the others?”
“They’ve already pushed tables together and put in two orders for the crowd. Let’s go.”