“So where are we staying tonight?” Alena curls up in the passenger seat of my truck while I check the rearview mirror, clocking the black Tahoe.
Yep, Grant and Delphine are two cars behind us. I texted them minutes after Nash called.
“The Mercier Atlanta.” I reach over, rubbing her thigh, trying to rekindle the excitement I had for our night. “Got us a suite for two nights.”
“But do you trust this club? Like, I know Nadine’s club is secure. They don’t let creeps in. Well…” She recalls the one I choked at the bar. “They don’t let themstay. But what if some creep tries to?—”
“It’s secure.” I check my speed. “You know I’ll always protect you.”
Lie. I’m your greatest risk.Hang on.No, it’s your dad.
But I don’t want Alena to hate him either. Nash is finally speaking to me in complete sentences again.
“Remember when I FaceTimed you from there? You know, from my friend Sire’s party?” I ask, needing to be honest with her whenever I can.
“You mean, when Sire was having his triple X-ratedco-edbachelor party?”
Whoops.I know that tone. It’s got kitten claws in it.
“Babygirl.” I grin, quickly glancing at her. “You know I love you. I’ll never cheat on you, and I didn’t lie aboutwhere I went that night. I was jerking off foryouand no one else.”
“I know.” she sighs. “And it was hot how you let me watch you get some on your lips, but I’m getting jealous.”
No, I’m getting hard.
My DirtTGirl loves watching me shoot into my mouth for her, but I stay on track. “You’re jealous?”
“Yeah.” She exhales. “Not mad jealous. Like, I missed out jealous. Pastor Rutledge’s wife was there, right? At the Atlanta club? He had his partywithher?”
Oh.
Shit.
How do I answer because:
One, Alena doesn’t know Sire’s my brother. Two, and Wren’s his new queen. Three, we never talk about our queens or disclose what we do for them. Four, it wasn’t a bachelor party; it was Wren’s test with the kings to see if she could handle an initiation. Five, I never fucked Wren; I used a vibrator on her so she’d open for Sire’s dick in her ass.Sire admires @LuvPounder like he doesn’t live up to his name too.Six, I’m a gentleman; I don’t Dom and tell. Seven, besides, Nash was there; he’d love an excuse to kill me.
And a million times…
I’ll die before I’d ever be unfaithful to Alena.
I only love her, fuck her, want her; I swear.
It’s why I called her from Wren’s test. Why I told her I was at a bachelor party in an Atlanta sex club, but didn’t let her see it. I only wanted to see Alena’s face. Yes, I was aroused, and I needed Alena.
I always do.
And this is part of my massive mafia problem. Why I want Alena to be initiated asMYqueen somehow. She can’t trust the bond the kings have with our queens until she feels it.
Yet, it’s one of the many things I can’t tell her.
Cue my frustration to MAX level now.
Why? Because Alena loves it when I Pleasure Dom her and others online. Particularly, my male fans. With my female fans, Alena’s secure. I’ve proven I belong to her, and she loves showing them how much.
So somewhere between my devotion to Alena and me fulfilling her fantasies—okay, mine too—while not getting murdered by Nash or one of our enemies, resides a happy, hot, normal life I’m trying to build for us.
For as long as it lasts.
