Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
If anybody else said it to me, I’d feel like I was being dismissed. With Seth, it made me feel warm and fuzzy, like he was taking care of me. “Yes, Daddy,” I teased as I tore into the sandwich. I hadn’t realized how famished I was until he’d placed the food next to me.
His eyes darkened. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Baker.”
He softened the darkness with a wink, and quickly left the room, leaving me wondering what in the hell his comment meant. I didn’t wonder long, though. Exhaustion quickly took over and my eyes were too heavy to hold open. With the last of my energy, I switched the lamp off and within seconds, the first true sleep I’d gotten in days snuck in and knocked me on my ass. My last thoughts were of Seth and dammit if that didn’t make me smile.
Chapter 5
Seth
I leaned my head back against the tile of the hot tub and stared up at the stars. It was a beautiful night. The temperature and pulsating massaging of the tub’s jets were perfect. After two sandwiches, my stomach was full and the two empty bottles of beer on the edge of the hot tub had been deliciously cold and hit the spot. Our first night at the club couldn’t have gone more perfectly if I’d handwritten the entire evening myself. The meeting with Javier went well—he was a man desperate to catch the motherfucker trying to destroy him and those he cared about. When Baker and I went out into the club, my pouty sub had every Dom eating out of his hand in the first thirty minutes. The fuckers had literally followed him around like he was a dog in heat. It had taken every inch of willpower in my body to not rip each of their heads off. For Baker’s part, he seemed totally oblivious to the impact he made. The other subs were green with jealousy—none of them were nearly as gorgeous, responsive or magnificently trained as Baker. If we were there to get attention, Baker had ensured the night to be a huge success.
Yes, the night had been sheer perfection…except I was in the hot tub alone and Baker was in his bed, sleeping like a baby. My cock was harder than it’d ever been in my life. I’d jacked off twice in the hot tub, each time imagining how gorgeous Baker’s ass had looked across my lap. Or the way he melted against me when I’d carried him out of the club and then up to our new penthouse. Or the way he’d licked his lips hungrily when he’d been on his knees in front of me, eyeing my cock like a hungry dog would with a juicy bone. Or the way….
My cell phone interrupted my wicked thoughts. It was two in the morning, this couldn’t be good. “Seth,” I snapped. Baker was safely tucked in his bedroom. I had nothing to worry about. Fuck, had another sub been taken? I was so into Baker that I’d almost forgotten why we were there. “What’s happened?”
“Apparently,” Landon drawled out slowly, “you and Baker made quite an impression at the club tonight. Did you think it went well?”
“Of course, it went well. I told you it would. Why are you calling me at this ungodly hour to have a discussion?”
“Because, right now, as we speak on the phone, there’s a person watching you from the apartment directly opposite of yours. One of our men noticed an odd reflection from one of the windows and, imagine his surprise, when he pulled out his nifty night binoculars and saw someone looking in your direction through a telescope.”
I kept my head leaned back against the hot tub. The last thing we needed to do was let the guy know we were onto him. I reached for my beer and took another swig. “We can’t move on him now. We’ll have nothing but a case of dirty voyeurism…and that’s not even against the law.”
“Yes, I’m well aware of that, Agent Wilkinson,” he drawled. “I’m also aware of the fact that you’re on the balcony and Baker is nowhere to be seen. How exactly do you think that looks to our man…if he’s really our man?” Landon kept talking. “It’s probably a long shot that he’s involved at all, I doubt our guy could have located you so quickly, rented a room, and set up a telescope…but you never know.”
“I made sure to mention where we were living several times at the club,” I answered. “That clears up the finding us so quickly, but doesn’t answer the getting a room rented. These are high—end, expensive apartments, not hotels. That definitely doesn’t push me in the direction of believing there’s any connection.”
“Would this help?” Landon asked. “Your building and the one across from you, are owned by Jericho Flores, Javier’s brother. I can’t find out much on him, but we’re still digging. According to Javier, and verified with all our intel, he’s estranged from his entire family. They are far-right religious and disowned Javier years ago.”