“So, what’s the deal with Ghost? He came through for us today.”
Ravage sighed. “Yeah, I guess he did. I’m still workin’ on the details, but he’s proven himself as far as I’m concerned.”
Then a small, familiar figure appeared at Jaxon’s side.
Tazzy pressed herself against his leg, looking up at him with that mischievous sparkle in her eyes that always meant trouble. She reached up and poked his nose once. Then twice. Then three times in quick succession.
Jaxon raised an eyebrow, trying his best to look annoyed. “What are you doing?”
She grinned, completely unrepentant. “I’m looking for your stop talking button so you can take me home.”
Ravage barked out a laugh beside him.
“That’s gonna cost you.” Jaxon gave Ravage a chin lift, “Catch you later.”
Ravage took the hint and sat back down with the Sabre team.
Jaxon turned back to his sassy darkling. “I don’t have a stop button, babygirl. But you do.”
She put her hands behind her back and twisted on her heels.
“Oh, really?”
“Really. Let me show you. I know just where to look.”
Before she could dodge, he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder in one smooth motion. She squealed with laughter as he brought his hand down in a firm, playful smack on her bottom.
“See? Here’s your stop button, right here,” he said, landing another solid swat that made her wiggle and giggle. “Let’s go home, Darkling, so I can explain it to you more thoroughly.”
He shoved the door open and walked through Deep Dive, smacking her ass the whole way.
Tazzy kicked her feet lightly, not really trying to get away. “Daddy! Everyone’s watching!”
“Let them watch,” he growled, voice dropping into that low, possessive tone he knew made her melt. “You’re mine. And I’ve waited long enough to have you all to myself tonight.”
As he carried her toward his bike, a chorus of good-natured teasing from the Daddies chased after him. The Musketiaras broke out in applause.
The ride home was short but charged. Tazzy clung to his back, her arms wrapped tight around his waist. Every bump in the road pressed her closer, and he could feel the heat of her body through their clothes.
When they pulled into the driveway, he didn’t even wait to put thebike away properly. He killed the engine, swung off, and lifted her into his arms again.
“Daddy, what are you doing?”
“Well, this is our wedding night. It’s customary for the groom to carry the bride over the threshold.”
“Well, groom away, Daddy.” She threw her arms out wide.
He carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind them.
He didn’t bother with lights. He carried her straight to their bedroom and laid her face down on the bed. Following her down, he covered her body with his own, knowing the controlled pressure of his weight would help her release the stress of the day. The relaxing of her muscles told him all the fear, the rage, had drained out of her as he kissed her shoulder and the curve of her neck.
He kissed the faint red marks his smacks earlier had left on her ass, murmuring soft praise against each one. Then he rolled her to her back, licking and nibbling his way along her jaw. Tazzy moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding under his shirt, nails scraping lightly down his back. “Daddy…”
“That’s right,” he growled against her lips. “Your Daddy. Only yours.”
He stripped her slowly, savoring every inch of skin he revealed. When she was bare beneath him, he took his time exploring her with his hands and mouth. Even though they’d both showered at the Warehouse, he still tasted the salt of dried tears on her cheek.
When he reached up to play with her nipples, she playfully slapped his hand away. Her eyes widened as she stared down at her hand as if it belonged to someone else. Yeah, his naughty girl had just given him the opportunity he was looking for. And from the way she squirmed, she knew it.