And you’re sure you don’t wanna interrogate Shay yourself?
“Why is your man’s nose stuck in his phone, Sir?” Macklin asked. Nate, presumably. “Are we not entertaining him enough?”
I chuckled under my breath, right when Reese replied.
I can’t. I’ll watch behind the glass, but on the off chance that he slips into his Middle space, he’ll be too vulnerable for me to pressure.
Understandable.
“…waiting to approach James and Jordan,” Nathan was saying.
“Why not go over there now?” Lane wondered.
Nate smiled faintly. “Because waiting for us and wondering where we are will make their minds spin. We want their feathers a little ruffled.”
Walker chuckled approvingly and took a sip of his drink.
“Freaking Sadists,” Lane huffed.
Ty smirked and draped an arm around Lane’s shoulders. “Are you sayin’ you don’t love Sadists, baby?”
“We’re not talking about me now,” Lane insisted.
I squeezed Nate’s hand. “I reckon we’ve let the guys suffer enough. What do you think?”
“Hey, I was waiting for you,” he chuckled.
“Enjoy, gentlemen.” Walker tipped his glass. “We’ll probably see you later. Reese has been telling everyone you’ll be puttin’ on a show in the rope dojo.”
Oh, had he? Fuckin’ Tenleys.
“Great—thanks for the pressure,” I muttered.
They found that too funny for my liking, particularly Macklin, but Nate dragged me away. Otherwise, I would’ve had a sharp comeback.
We managed to get behind James and Jordan, and with only a few feet left, we zeroed in on our targets. Nate went for James, and I aimed for the little one.
The club was almost full at this point, and the music was blasting through the air.
Possessiveness surged through me, because this was it. Tonight, we were making them ours. Tonight, we claimed ownership.
The last thing I saw of Nate was when he went to grip James by the neck. After that, I put all my focus on Jordan and dipped down to speak in his ear.
“Are you looking for Daddy, little one?”
He gasped and spun around, eyes wide behind the mask, which…sparkled. Dark blue glitter and gloss made up the whole thing.
“You s-scared me, Daddy!” Maybe so, but he jumped into my arms right after, so it couldn’t be too bad. “I missed you!”
God.
I closed my eyes and squeezed him to me. “Daddy’s here now, sweetheart.”
He shivered violently. “Where’s Mister Rigg—oh.” He glanced over to where Nate and James were forehead to forehead, and whatever Nate was saying made James nod dutifully.
That was sexy as hell.
Jordan shivered again and locked his arms around my neck. “You look like you’re on the prowl, Sir.”
