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“Aiden, what’s wrong with you?” I ask. “We have a serious issue here, I need you to get on my level.”
“I am,” he grunts. “I just need more information. Do you know her name, or are we stalking a ghost?”
“We’re stalking a pretty little blonde poppet,” I say with a grin. “God, she looks like a fucking doll with those full lips, gorgeous blonde hair and button nose. I bet she could suck my soul right out of my goddamned body.”
“Caelin, could you focus, please?” Aiden groans. I imagine that he’s also adjusting his dick and chuckle. He’s been my best friend since we were ten, and we’ve been working for the boss since we were eighteen. “Does the poppet have a name?”
I love when he uses my nicknames to get me to focus.
“Will you suck my dick if I tell you?” I ask. I’m a psychotic brat for Daddy, and he knows it. I can imagine how pissed off I’m making him.
“At this rate I’m going to shove you onto your knees as soon as I see you and make you choke on my dick,” he growls. “Now, be a good boy for me and tell me her name.”
“Fine, but do I get to come if I suck your dick?” I whine teasingly. I’m pushing him hard, and it’s because I’m so keyedup right now. My knee is bouncing as I drive, too. I need my computer right fucking now.
I’ve been using other people’s hardware all day to fix their issues, mostly money laundering shit, and my fingers are itching for a challenge.
“Absolutely fucking not,” Aiden growls. “You’ll swallow my cum before eating your dinner, and no one is allowed to touch your dick. Not even you! Now spill it, for the love of God.”
Oops. I pissed him off.
“Fine, Daddy,” I complain, smirking as his deep growl fills my ears. “I may blow my load just from hearing your voice at this point. I went into the restaurant she was leaving, from a date I may add, and found out her name is Aisling.”
“She’s dating?” Aiden asks, sounding possessive.
“Do you know her?” I ask. He meets more people than I do, but I didn’t even give him a last name. Fuck, I’m not even in Minneapolis, but some tiny fucking town.
At least I’m not far from home.
“I only know one Aisling, Caelin, and that’s the boss’ daughter. I’ll show you a photo when you get home,” he says.
Cian Sullivan is incredible as an employer, but few people outside of his inner circle have met his daughter.
“She didn’t have a guard with her,” I hiss, finding my foot pressing harder on the gas pedal. “What the fuck, Aiden? Why doesn’t she? Anyone could have taken her. If you knew what that pack was saying… maybe I should go back and beat their asses, after all?”
“You’re going to go home, and I’m going to call the guys. I need to tell you something too,” he says.
“What do you mean? We tell each other everything,” I say, dumbfounded.
“We do, but look, it’s a long story. Get home,” he grunts, hanging up.
I still want to turn around, but I’m ten minutes from home at this point. I’m owed some answers.
Aiden can forget about getting his dick sucked until I get them.
Chapter 7
Aiden
I have enough pizza here to feed an army, or rather my pack. Pacing as I wait for them, I rake my fingers through my dark curls. I’ve been keeping this secret for almost a year. Caelin is right, we don’t keep things from each other, but I fucked up badly.
How do I tell them this?
“Yo, I was a little busy, Aiden. What’s with the nine-one-one text?” Evan asks, banging through the door to our home.
My gaze swings wildly in his direction as I watch him swagger in with a grin. There’s a relaxed look to him, which means he definitely got laid or choked a beta with his thick cock. I can smell the scent of cheap perfume on him as he comes in and my nose wrinkles in disgust.
Evan and Domh enjoy fucking pussy as much as they like men, so our rule is that they can chase as much beta tail as their dicks can handle. I’ve never enjoyed one night stands, and that’s all they can be.