“Where is that motherfucker?! HAVOC!” I hear a male scream from the kitchen. I look behind me to see Tess’s dad, Justin, charging forward, pushing Cash out of the way.
First of all, I was actually surprised Cash showed up today. Sure, he hasn’t really said a word to me, but it took balls. I’m proud of him for that so I haven’t given him any shit.
Second, the way this human is coming at me would be comical if it weren’t for the circumstances I’m sure it involves. I’d be just as livid if I were Justin.
“When you called me last night, did you conveniently forget to mention that my daughter was almost gutted by a fucking minotaur horn?!” He might be looking up at me while yelling, but I’m the one who feels small right now.
“I didn’t forget. I didn’t want to freak you out. We took care of her injury. And it was late by the time I talked to you. I didn’t want you to drive out here in the middle of the early morning,” I reply calmly.
“That wasn’tyourdecision to make, pal!” I can see the fear in his eyes as he jams his finger into my chest. I take it, knowing he’s terrified about his kid. I was too last night.
“You’re right. I don’t have kids. I don’t know the shit that comes with the territory and I’m sorry,” I say softly, holding up my hands. “Would you like to come see her?”
“No need,” a weak voice says from the bottom of the stairs that lead to my apartment. “Hi, daddy.”
“Holy shit, baby girl.” Justin runs around the bar and scoops Tess into his arms as she cries out. “Fuck! I’m sorry!”
“How did you even know what happened?” she asks, leaning on his chest gently.
“I was delivering beer to the bar owned by Selina, the satyr, and here comes some minotaur I’ve never met who told me he was extremely sorry for what happened to my daughter last night and he wished he wasn’t eighty-six’d so he could tell you himself. Imagine my utter horror. I don’t even know how he knew who I was!” Justin says as he looks down at Tess. Fuck, she looks good in myBuckin’crop top and cut off sweats. Wait, she cut my sweats? That little sneak.
“I’m sorry, daddy. I was going to tell you. I just didn’t want you to worry. And I’m not quitting,” she says, making the old, daytime minotaurs sitting at the bar clap and cheer.
“What?! I wasn’t going to suggest that. I know this job comes with hazards, but this is your life, and I haven’t seen you this happy since before I helped you pack up your salon stuff. I just wanted a chance to check in on my little girl. You may be in your thirties, but you’ll always be my baby. And I was scared. Hearing it from someone else was the worst part.” Justin wipes his eyes as Tess watches him with empathy.
“That wasn’t ok. We won’t let anything like that happen again. I love you,” red says as she gingerly grabs her old man for a hug.
“Thank you. And I’m sorry, Havoc. I just lost my shit,” Justin says turning to me. I wave him off.
“It was warranted,” I reply. Justin takes a moment to look between his daughter and I. I hold my breath. She’s literally dressed in my clothes. I won’t deny anything going on between us. But I also don’t think he’s ready for that conversation. My hunch is right as he hugs Tess once more and then leaves through the kitchen to grab our beer order.
I walk over to her and dig a finger into the waistband of what are nowhersweats. “Been busy, red?” I ask with a cocked brow.
“I saw some scissors and couldn’t resist. Besides, these will look great above your bulging thighs,” she says with a smirk.
“Yeah, and we’ll also be lucky if my balls don’t fall out of the bottom of them,” I say as she giggles.
“That sounds like a win/win for me,” she breathes. Fuck, she’s so beautiful.
“Then I’ll wear them around the apartment for you, madame,” I whisper, making her suck in a gasp as she lifts her chin and stares at me with a darkened gaze.
“Mmm. I like the sound of that.”
“Me too, red.”
Tess:
“It’s looking good, red,” Havoc says. I’m standing in his room with my shirt lifted up for him to inspect my healing side. “The stitches took nicely, and you have a pretty reminder of the first time I ate you out,” he says with a wicked grin.
“As much as I love riding your face, big guy, I’m ready for more. Is this proof enough that we can move on?” I press impatiently. It’s been a couple weeks since I got hurt and Havoc has been pushing off anything too physical when it comes to being intimate together. He’s licked my pussy plenty of times, but he wouldn’t fuck me or let me go down on him. Rightfully so. I’ve seen the size of his cock, and it would’ve set my healing back. By a lot. A lot, a lot.
But now that we’re here, standing before his big giant mirror with my shirt halfway off already, I want him. I want him so fucking bad. And it’s not just because he’s denied me. I’ve truly never dated someone like Havoc. He’s doted on me, hand and hoof, and I’m so ready to experience more with him. He’s the sweetest male I’ve ever met and I’m screaming to have one more love language met by him.
Over the last two weeks, he’s cooked for me every night I’ve stayed at his place, washed my car, driven me back and forth between my dad’s house and his own. He had dinner with my father, and we broke the news that we’re seeing each other. He already put two and two together, but he was super happy when he got the official confirmation. Havoc has let me wear all his crop tops, danced around with me in our underwear in the living room to AC/DC, Styx, and Queen, as well as Hilary Duff. He’s watched a bunch of trash tv with me, and we even started an Adam Sandler marathon. It’s been the best two weeks I’ve hadin a long fucking time. My cookie is the best guy in the fucking world.
I miss the bar though. He hasn’t let me work. So, I’ve been hanging out during the day with the old bulls, sharing beers and swapping stories as Havoc watches over me with a protective eye. He knows none of them would hurt me, but I think he was traumatized too.
“I have one more night before I get to go back to work. My boss is actually letting me back behind the bar and I’m really looking forward to him splitting me over his massive dick before that happens,” I tease, playing with the hair on his stomach that’s exposed from his crop top.
