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But like any queen, she needs her rest and I don’t push the issue, even though we can both feel it gently stabbing into her rump with each step I take.
I lay her in my bed.
Our bed from today on, stroking her hair back and listening as she fights off sleep. Trying hard to stay awake for me once I lay next to her.
Talking about the house, the day. Everything that matters least to me until I hear her say it.
My little spoon. Her fine ass searching me out under the covers, driving me wild but only wanting a snuggle. That’s as close as I can get to the real thing for now.
I’ll claim her soon enough. I’ve tasted her come in my mouth, staked my claim. It’s only been one day…
She drifts off soon enough, a little smile playing on her sweet lips which I trace with my thumb before I get up again.
No way can I be so close to her like this, let alone fucking sleep. The tent pole in my robe reminding me with every beat of my heart just how much I need to fill her, fill this whole house with our babies.
I have a kind of mini-desk, an office at one end of the room. Perfect for me to fire up my laptop and keep a watchful eye on my girl at the same time as checking in on what I sense is already a busy day ahead.
Even though I’m just a lowly bouncer for now.
I’m done in but far from dusted when it comes to being double-crossed.
Twenty-plus years in the business has left me with plenty of trustful contacts, even though it was my best friend who used me in the end.
I send out a few emails to guys I know I can trust, asking for their help to find out whatever we can about Charlie Sawyer and his ‘Gentleman’s Club’.
It’s early, but my guys work strange hours, and within the first hour of watching Becky sleep I get a ping or two back.
The phone starts ringing not long after, making my jaw tense.
I need to do this, but I also wanna watch over Becky not wake her up with phone calls. The sound of my voice filling the room seems to ease her into a deeper sleep though.
That sweet smile I put on her face hours earlier still holding true as she shifts in our bed, mewing a little and sinking down into a dream I know involves me inside her.
An ex-employee calls me first, Chad.
He was our best guy once, and like everything you try to control in business, he went his own way in the end. Runs a security firm of his own now, does well from it too.
“Sawyer’s an interesting one,” he remarks, stifling a yawn of his own after some small talk that tells me he’s been up all night on the job.
Makes me realize how awake I feel, plenty of energy to burn left when I look over at Becky.
“The probation department in this city even more so,” he adds cryptically.
It stings a little to hear someone I used to pay a wage to let me know in his own way just how much he knows about my own situation.
But news travels fast, and it’s no real surprise to discover my problems are common knowledge in our industry.
Ignoring my reflex to feel bad, I ask him instead what I’ve hunched all along.
“Connected?” I ask him, lowering my voice a little only so I don’t wake Becky.
Eyeing the door and feeling my own head shake in the negative when I think to leave the room.
No. She’s mine now. My watch means eyes on her. Always.
“Let’s just say Sawyer’s gaming rooms see a lot of coin from the state as well as regular Joe’s pockets.”
I could ask a thousand questions, proof for one. But I only need to scratch that itch I’ve had since my probation officer was so keen to get me into one particular club.
They’re connected, I know it.
“There’s a lotta dirt in this city, Dillon. Trouble is though, most of it’s the glue that holds a lot of it altogether. I’d tread carefully if I was you,” he tells me.
Chad ends the call with not much more than his own hunch, letting me know he doesn’t want to get in too deep with my problems.
Looking over at Becky again after hanging up, I can see the one reason I need to do something.
Not just clear my name and get my business back, but take out some of the trash along the way.
That’s what I do. And now I have the biggest reason to do it.
Not just claim her as my own, but to guarantee we have the life I know she deserves ahead of us.
As much as I want to sit quietly and watch my girl sleep, the world’s waking up.
