Page 5 of Flirt

Focused on my dad and knowing his tells, he wasn’t just giving the blanketed response by his facial expressions and body language. Since hooking up with Claire, he was happier than I had ever seen him, and I trusted that if anything was up with his health, he would let me know.

“Alright. I’m out of here,” I said as I grabbed the driver’s side door handle just in time to hold onto it as a gust of wind pushed against it. It reminded me of the earlier weather report I caught. “There is a possibility of a storm tonight. Make sure you and the other dads have your generators filled. Might end up needing them.”

“We took care of ours a couple weeks ago. Even fired them up to make sure they were all working good.”

“Good. Have a good evening with Claire. I’ll catch you later.” I pulled my door closed, and my dad started toward his front door. I started the truck, then turned it around and headed toward the other side of the compound where the others and I lived.

It had taken less than five minutes for me to drop the trash bag in the club’s dumpster before I was pulling up to the unattached garage behind my house.

I hit the remote and opened one of the bay doors, but instead of driving into the garage, I parked the truck outside. I would drive it when I left for Whispering Nights on the off chance the weatherman was wrong in his reporting about the storm not arriving until much later in the night.

Why take the chance of getting caught up in a rainstorm on my bike when I could avoid it from the beginning?

As I reached my hand to hit the remote to reclose the garage door, the light inside flickered. I got out of my truck and, taking the advice I had given my dad, headed to check my own generator. On my way into the garage, I pulled out my phone and texted my brothers to remind them they might want to do the same with theirs. The only brother not included in the text was Coast. I had noticed when I drove up his house was as dark as mine was on the inside.

Coast was no doubt in hot pursuit of Mac, so with no clue to when he would make it home, I crossed the yard to his place and took care of his generator first.

Once I had taken care of both generators and made sure they would operate adequately if we lost power, I headed inside my house to shower. It was the first time in quite a while that I looked forward to going to Whispering Nights. I knew it had everything to do with Gabriella. Since my first encounter with her two weeks ago at the club, she was all I had thought about. That night she had strolled past me, leaving the lingering scent of her perfume surrounding me. Everything about her had appealed to me, but it was when she spoke, the sound of her voice had me turning toward her. The throaty, husky tone had caused an effect on my entire body. It was then that I knew I would do whatever it took to have her.

After Nate, the security officer behind the desk, notified Mark of her arrival, I immediately volunteered to escort her inside. I placed my hand on the small of her back and led her into the club. Mark had stood inside the doors, and when he saw me with Gabriella, his lips twitched. A sure sign the next time he and I were alone he would have plenty to say.

Once Mark had greeted her, he gave another glance to me, then informed Gabriella that I would show her around the club.

Our tour started with the main floor area where the Doms and their subs played openly for all interested in watching. As we circled the area, her calm composure made it easy to forget she was new to everything going on around her. Well, at least until we reached the area Master Thomas and his submissive, Danielle, were occupying. The whiz of the bullwhip could be heard, and it was what stopped Gabriella in her tracks.

We stood at the edge of the group already formed and took in the scene. I kept my focus on Gabriella instead of Master Thomas’ skill. He was one of two Masters at Whispering Heights who were experts with the bullwhip. Master Thomas even held beginner classes for any Dom or Domme who wished to learn.

With every contact of the whip on Danielle’s skin, Gabriella’s composure slipped. I moved closer to her to where my hand brushed against her arm. I noticed her chest rise and fall as her breathing picked up, and I wondered if it was because of my closeness or what was playing out in front of us. When I saw a blush form on Gabriella’s cheeks, I turned my head toward Master Thomas and Danielle. By the look in Danielle’s eyes, she had reached the coveted subspace, and Master Thomas had stopped, laid the whip aside, and unfastened the front of his pants. When he entered Danielle with one thrust of his hips, I heard Gabriella’s intake of air and turned to find her staring at me. I wrapped my hand around her arm and slid it down to her wrist, her pulse rapidly beating as we started moving away to continue with the tour.

I was yanked from the thoughts of my first meeting with Gabriella when the water in the shower turned cold. I shook my head and finished rinsing off, then turned off the shower, stepped out onto the bathmat, grabbed the bath towel off the rack, and proceeded to dry off quickly. While I finished the rest of my bathroom rituals, I kept thoughts of Gabriella at bay.

“Christ, the anticipation of being near her. Mixed with the excitement of having her submit to me, I’ll be surprised if I don’t shoot my load before I even get inside her,” I said as I opened my closet door and walked in. The sooner I dressed and left—the sooner I would get to the club. And if I were lucky, I would have time for a drink before Gabriella showed up. Something I never did unless it involved water. However, if I were going to make Gabriella’s first active experience as a submissive count, I would need a swig of liquor to settle myself.

“Fuck, the woman is already making me want to drink. And evidently talk to myself,” I said as I walked down the stairs, stopped and grabbed my plain leather jacket from the hall closet, then headed to the kitchen.

Since I never wore my vest or anything Black Hawk MC related to Whispering Nights, my vest hung on the back of a kitchen chair. I shoved my cell in one of the jacket pockets and grabbed the keys off the counter. When I stepped out the back door of my house, I noticed Coast pull up at his garage. I locked my door and turned in the direction of his place and started across the yard.

“Yo!” I yelled and saw Mac jump, then Coast placed his arm around her, pulling her closer. “Sorry, Mackenzie. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I added as I stepped into view.

“It’s okay. I didn’t see you. It’s pretty dark out here, even with the house lights on. Plus, I have noticed none of you men make noise when you walk,” Mackenzie said as I walked up. Emery and I both chuckled at her remark.

“What has you out wandering around?” Coast asked.

“Power blinked a bit ago. Thought I better check on the generator. Filled it up in case the power decides to go out for real. When I saw you pull in, I wanted to let you know about the power and that I checked on your generator, too. Didn’t know how late you would be out.”

“Appreciate it, brother.”

“Do you lose power out this way often?” Mackenzie asked as she looked around. The only lights that could be seen were through the windows of the others’ homes and several strategically placed outdoor lights we had mounted around the property. Even then, it was still dark, and when the trees swayed from the wind, they cast eerie shadows. Sometimes it made it look as if people were darting from tree to tree.

“Not too often, but when it does go out, sometimes it takes the power company a while to get around to us since we’re outside of town. A generator pumps enough power to keep the fridge running and a light or two on,” Coast answered Mackenzie’s question.

“I bet it’s spooky out here when there are no lights on at all.”

Mackenzie was right. It was. At least it had been to me and the others when we were growing up. Because even with houses and the clubhouse on the compound, most of the land around the area was woods. It hadn’t helped that six young boys enjoyed using the darkness to scare the shit out of each other and anyone else who was around.

“It can be,” Coast said, then chuckled. “The club hasn’t always had the generators, though. Our dads talked about getting them, but they kept putting off buying them since we seldom lose power. Devil was the reason they finally equipped each house and the clubhouse with them.”

I grinned. “Shit, what were we? Seven or eight. Damn, if I close my eyes and think about it, I swear I can still feel the burn on my ass from the spanking my dad gave me,” I said as I recalled one of the many times we had gotten in trouble growing up. My brothers and I were continuously sitting in Stroker’s office, facing him and the other dads for one or a half dozen other reasons.

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