Chapter Twenty-One
Now
This version of Alpha Declan nearly has me wanting to drag him into a bathroom so I can fuck him right now. He stays by George’s side and frequently uses a hand along the small of George’s back to guide him around the room, stepping in and moving people away from George when needed, taking control of the situation in a different way than I’m used to seeing from Alpha Declan.
Holy shit.
This is going to be an interesting weekend, for sure.
I don’t know if George even realizes it or not, because his focus is on the people he’s talking to and not Declan.
Then again, George is used to me taking charge in situations like this, so maybe it’s not registering that it’s his boy so deftly running the show tonight.
No speech tonight, fortunately. When George is ready to leave, we walk him out to the car but ask EPU to step back for a moment while I lean in to speak to him.
“I’ll text you when we’re home. You understand what you have to do?”
He looks nervous as he nods. That’s hotter than fucking hell and has me wet, because it’s a different, more visceral type of discomfort I see in his eyes.
He’s completely out of his element now, and willing to go through with this.
“Then we’ll see you soon.” I step back, close the door, and Declan and I head to the car, where he holds his hands out for my keys.
Not as boy, either.
I shiver as I drop them into his palm. “That’s really hot when you do that. You know that, right?”
He smiles, but there’s still a dark, dangerous edge to it. “Be careful what you wish for, Case.”
Neither of us change clothes when we reach my house. I wore a skirt today instead of slacks, and I did it deliberately, in case the logistics warrant it. Once I text George that we’re home, then the wait begins.
I see his gate open five minutes later.
“He’s coming,” I tell Declan as I lay my phone on the kitchen counter.
He’s made us both drinks, bourbon on the rocks, and brings me mine. He stands there, watching me over the rim of his glass as he sips it, and another of those shivers sweeps through me.
“You’re dying to get naked right now, aren’t you?” I tease.
“Boy is,” he admits, no hint of amusement in his tone, which worries me. “Declan just wants to get this the fuck over with so we can prove to you that you can trust us and let us inside your walls.” He heads out to the utility room to pop the garage door open for George to park in there.
We’re both standing in the kitchen when George enters. I’d told him to bring nothing but his keys, phones, wallet, and the clothes he was wearing today, and he’s complied.
Declan takes his keys, phones, and wallet from him and sets them on the counter next to his own.
“Good boy,” I tell George. “Now strip.”
George blushes but immediately shrugs off his jacket. Declan holds out his left arm for George to drape his clothes over it, while Declan casually sips his bourbon with the other hand.
By the time George finishes, we have a naked governor in my kitchen, and a horny chief of staff. The governor’s cock isn’t exactly flaccid, but he’s not making what I’d consider a good showing.
I’m not sure how my deputy chief of staff is doing, but something tells me Declan’s not exactly in the mood right now.
He takes George’s clothes out to the living room, leaving me standing there with George.
I slowly circle him, sipping my drink as I do. “You will address me as Ma’am, and you will address Declan as Sir. We will address you as boy. Understand?”
He nods. “Yes, Ma’am.”
