Her Daddy's Jewel (MC Daddies Book 5) Page 28

  “And he’s still alive?”

  “Just. If you want any more words, I wouldn’t wait too long.”

  Jason grunted at that.

  “Now, I’ve got to go get some beauty sleep. You should too. Lord knows, your ugly mug needs it.”

  A low growl escaped him before he could stop it. “You’re the one who insists on meeting in the middle of the night.”

  “You really should thank me for waking you up,” the Fox said.

  “Why is that?”

  “Because now you get to slip into bed with your girl and wake her up.”

  That was actually the best idea the Fox had ever had.

  Jason hung up and climbed into bed. He gently rolled her onto her back and then settled himself between her legs, and woke her up with an orgasm.

  Yeah. That was a damn good way to start the day.

  27

  “So the Fox interrogated him?”

  Jason watched Jewel carefully. She was still in bed. He’d woken her up with an orgasm then he’d fucked her until they were both sated before bringing her breakfast in bed. Which had become their normal.

  “Yeah, baby. He got all the information he could out of him. Including the location of the auction house and Maxwell’s second base. Although we have to be aware that Mr. X is likely to clean house and the auctions won’t be held there anymore. However, he gave the Fox a way into the auction.”

  “But he doesn’t know who this Mr. X is or even what he looks like?”

  He shook his head.

  “You think that he told him everything?”

  “I think the Fox knows how to get someone to talk,” he said carefully.

  She blanched. He hated having to talk to her about this. Had wanted to shelter her from it. But would she have closure without seeing him?

  He didn’t want it playing on her mind. If he could, he would erase all memory of Maxwell from her brain.

  But he didn’t have those powers. So he had to offer her this.

  “Baby, listen to me for a moment.”

  She raised her gaze to his. “What is it?”

  “Maxwell is still alive, but I think you know that isn’t going to last.”

  “You’re going to kill him?” she whispered.

  For the first time, he felt doubt over his decision. What if she couldn’t look at him if he stained his hands with Maxwell’s blood?

  “Are you okay with that?”

  She swallowed heavily. “I didn’t really think about what was going to happen to him . . . I just wanted this all to be over.”

  “We can’t let him go, Jewel.”

  “I know. And it’s not like I can send him to jail. I’m not . . . I couldn’t handle a trial, telling people . . . besides he could get a really good lawyer and get off.”

  No, there wouldn’t be any jail time for Maxwell. He wouldn’t risk that.

  “So there’s only one way of getting rid of him,” she whispered. “You have to do it?”

  “I don’t have to.” But he wanted to. He wanted to end that bastard’s life.

  “I don’t want to know who did it or how it happened. I just want to know when it’s done.”

  “So you don’t want to be there?” he asked.

  Her eyes widened. “No.”

  “Do you want to see him before it happens?”

  “No.” She shook her head frantically.

  “Take a moment to think about it, baby. This is your last chance for anything you want to say, to tell him. I don’t want you to have regrets.”

  She licked her lips and closed her eyes for a long moment. He hated this. Hated making her feel anything other than happiness. All he wanted was to shelter her from anything that might hurt her. But he had to at least give her this opportunity.

  “No, I don’t. I don’t need to see him again. I don’t want to see him again. I just want him to disappear. But this time for real. Just make sure he really isn’t coming back. Please.”

  He drew her into his lap, rocking her back and forth. “I promise, baby girl. He is never going to be a problem for you again.”

  She nodded her head, pushing her face into his chest as he just held her.

  Two hours later, he paid a visit to the cabin and the job was done.

  Maxwell was gone. Never to threaten her again.

  28

  “Here you go, Daddy. I made this just for you.”

  Jason put aside the laptop he was working on to focus on his baby. He was busy making arrangements to get the girls back home. He’d decided on a private jet that would fly them to Russia then he was going to hire a security firm to transport each girl home. But he had to make sure to cover all his tracks so none of that could be traced back to him or his family.

  Over the past few days, Jewel had started relaxing even more. His family adored her. Well, Jagger was keeping his distance ,which was for the best since Jason would likely lose it again if he did anything to upset his girl.

  He studied the weirdly shaped item she held up to him, wondering what the fuck it was. It was made mostly of popsicle sticks, glue, glitter then a fuckload more of glue.

  “Thank you, baby blue,” he told her sincerely, carefully taking hold of the item since it looked like it was moments from falling apart.

  “Aren’t you going to use it, Daddy?” she asked.

  “Umm.”

  What the fuck was it?

  He stared down at it then over at her. She gave him an innocent look. Only she ducked her head just a shade too slowly and he caught a sassy grin adorning her face.

  Having him on, was she?

  That brat.

  Amusement filled him.

  “I definitely want to use it. I have just the thing to keep in it as well. I bought something for you, but haven’t had a chance to show you.” He set the popsicle stick monstrosity down and rose to his feet.

  She gave him a curious look as he walked into the bathroom. Earlier, he’d changed the color on her nails. Now she had bright yellow nails and a lipstick that was called, Devil in Disguise.

  He’d also tied a bright yellow ribbon around her ponytail and dressed her in tights with a ruffly yellow skirt and white top. She was freaking adorable.

  His little ray of sunshine.

  Yeah. Right. She was more like a storm. And he fucking loved that.

  When he returned with the object in hand, he saw her eyes widen. “What’s that?”

  “This is your beginner butt plug,” he explained. “We’re going to use it to stretch your bottom.”

  “Nuh-uh, Daddy.”

  “Yes, baby blue. And when we’re not using it, we can store it in your popsicle stick box.” Provided the box didn’t fall apart.

  “No way, Daddy! I didn’t build this to hold a butt plug.” She tried to grab her creation but he’d already picked it up. He walked over and set it down on the bedside table, then he placed the butt plug on top of it. Since it didn’t really have a lid. It was more like a butt plug bed.

  “That is not happening, Daddy!”

  “Oh, it is.”

  “You are not sticking that thing up my butt!”

  “Oh, I am.” They’d already spoken at length about anal play so he knew she was more than a bit curious. She was also nervous and obviously felt the need to argue about it.

  “No! Give me my . . . my creation back!”

  “Your creation?”

  “Yes! I want it back.”

  “Careful, baby blue. Sounds like you’re awfully close to a tantrum there.” He’d kept her up most of the night making love to her, so it wouldn’t surprise him that she was a bit tired today.

  Didn’t mean he was letting her get away with too much sass. Especially over something she’d agreed to.

  Perhaps it would be a good idea to get this over with, so she didn’t have to worry anymore.

  “I’m not having a tantrum. I want my thingee back.”

  “You gave it to me, I can do what I like with it.”

  “You can
’t put a butt plug in it, Daddy. That’s not cool.”

  “Daddy never claimed to be cool. Now, I still have work to do. Go finish playing.” He made his voice firm as he pointed over to her creative corner. He’d set it up with the jewelry-making kit and crafts. Sometimes she liked doing activities while in Little headspace. Other times, she wanted to play on his PlayStation. He’d taken all of this into consideration when he’d set her up with her own space at his house.

  He’d enlisted Sting’s help to set up a security team for them when they got home. Until he was certain she was safe, she was going to have security. Even if she didn’t know that yet.

  Thankfully, Dax hadn’t seen anyone else watching Callen. So it seemed like Maxwell had likely sent someone there temporarily to capture photos of her son, but had pulled him back out. No doubt he’d seen it as a waste of resources once he had what he wanted.

  Her.

  Still, he’d asked Sting to leave Dax there for a bit longer. He had no way of knowing if Mr. X knew of the boy, although there was no reason for Maxwell to tell him. Still, better safe than sorry. Jewel hadn’t spoken to him yet about her son, but he knew she would.

  There would be no secrets between them.

  He wouldn’t allow it.

  But he wasn’t ready to push. Not yet. Not until all of this was over. Then they’d sit down for a chat.

  The Fox had gone straight from here to the location of the auction house but as he’d thought, it had all been cleared out. No trace of anything. Same with Maxwell’s second base of operations. Seemed Mr. X had done some clean-up. But the Fox thought they would set up a new auction house in a different location, so he was still working on getting an invitation. It was one step closer to getting to Mr. X.

  Jason pretended to be engrossed in his laptop as he watched her sneak over to the popsicle monstrosity. She probably thought she was being stealthy.

  Fuck, she amused him.

  Then she reached out and grasped hold of the butt plug. What was she planning on doing with it?

  “What are you doing?” he asked mildly.

  She swung around, her hands going behind her back to hide the evidence. “Me? What? Nothing. What are you doing?”

  “Nothing, huh? What’s behind your back?”

  “What’s behind your back?” she countered.

  “The back of the chair,” he replied. “Show me your hands.”

  She showed him one then the other one.

  “Both at the same time.”

  “Why do you want to see my hands?” she demanded.

  “Because I want to see what’s in them.”

  “There’s nothing in them.” She shuffled around, looking like a toddler needing to pee.

  “Do you need to pee?”

  “No.” She gave him an affronted look. “Do you need to pee?”

  “Stop turning my questions back on me and show me your hands.”

  Somehow, she managed to show him both hands at the same time. And there was nothing in them. Which meant she’d stashed the butt plug somewhere.

  “Turn around.”

  She put her hands on her hips. “Daddy, I don’t have time for your silly games. I got things to do. And so do you. Go back to work. I got to pee.”

  “You just said that you didn’t need to pee.”

  “A girl can change her mind! Sheesh.” She started to back away, towards the bathroom. What did the brat think she was doing?

  “Why are you walking backward? That’s dangerous.”

  He set his laptop aside.

  She pointed at him. “You stay right where you are, Daddy! I gots to do private things that you’re not invited to attend.”

  “Private things?” he queried. “Like what?”

  “Poop,” she said in a high voice. “I have to poop. Are you happy now?”

  “Am I happy that you have to poop?”

  “Um, yeah?”

  “Well, I’m happy that you’re not all blocked up,” he told her, barely able to hold back a smile.

  “Daddy! Don’t talk about my pooping!”

  “You brought it up first.”

  “Yes . . . yes . . . but, it’s not a nice thing to talk about so we shouldn’t talk about it. Okay, Daddy?”

  “Okay, but there is something we should talk about.”

  “What’s that, Daddy?” She gave him an innocent look.

  “Well, how about the fact that you’re lying to me.”

  She gave a fake, shocked gasp, putting her hand on her chest. “Daddy, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

  “You stole the butt plug and are now attempting to sneak into the bathroom with the butt plug, probably so you can throw it away. How close am I?”

  “Daddy, I don’t want it kept in my popsicle house.”

  “All right, I know somewhere else we can keep it.”

  “The trash can?”

  He slowly stood. “Oh no, I know somewhere far warmer. Somewhere nice and snug. In fact, it’s like the plug was designed to be kept there.”

  Alarm filled her face. “No, Daddy!”

  “Oh yes. We’ll put it away nice and safe in your little bottom. Right after I give your bottom a warm-up for being naughty. You know that lying and trying to keep things from Daddy is not allowed.”

  She let out a squeal and dashed into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her.

  The brat was definitely in for it now.

  He heard the toilet flush and paused. She wouldn’t, would she?

  Little did she know that the lock on this door hadn’t worked properly in years and all it took was him yanking the door handle hard. Yep, there it went. He opened the door and walked in.

  Jewel was standing next to the toilet, frantically flushing it. “Go down, you little bastard. Go down. No going in my ass for you today.”

  He raised his eyebrows. He half-expected her to come out with a maniacal laugh.

  “You want to explain what you’re doing, brat?”

  She let out a screech loud enough that the whole house probably heard. He winced. Not because of the noise, but because he’d clearly given her more of a fright than he’d meant to.

  She was leaning back against the bathroom wall, panting for air, her hand on her heart.

  “Sorry, baby blue. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “Shit. Shit. I didn’t even hear you. How did you get in? Wait, you broke in while I was in the bathroom? Do you know how many privacy laws that breaks!”

  All right, so she’d recovered quickly. She was now glaring at him, her hands on her hips.

  Oh, she was in so much trouble.

  “Hmm, I’m going to go with none.”

  “I’m sure it breaks some.”

  He gave her a pointed look. “Who is the Daddy in this relationship?”

  “You are.” She pouted.

  “Who is the Little?”

  She sighed. A long, drawn-out affair. “Me.”

  “You shouldn’t lock yourself away from Daddy.”

  “I needed privacy.”

  “If you actually needed privacy then all you had to do is ask. But we both know that the only reason you needed privacy is to be naughty.”

  He walked over to the toilet. “Where’s the plug, baby blue?”

  She slammed shut the toilet lid. “I don’t know what you mean!”

  “Then why can’t I look in the toilet?”

  “Umm, because, I, umm, shit.”

  “Because of shit?” he asked with amusement.

  Her face went bright red. It was rare to see Jewel blush and it nearly had him bursting into laughter. But she’d been naughty and he didn’t want her to think he condoned that sort of behavior.

  “No! Jeez. Fine, I put the plug in the toilet.”

  He flicked up the toilet lid, looking down at the butt plug that was resting at the bottom. He sighed.

  “Guess it can’t go up my butt now, huh, Daddy?” she said in a cheerful voice. “Too bad. I was really looking fo
rward to that.”

  He gave her a stern look.

  Do. Not. Laugh.

  He pointed to the bedroom. “Corner now. Pants and panties off. Ass pointing out.”

  “But, Daddy, it was an accident.”

  “Little girl, sneaking your butt plug into the bathroom and trying to flush it down the toilet is very naughty behavior. But lying to Daddy is even worse.”

  She dropped her gaze, staring down at the floor. “Sorry, Daddy. I was just having some fun.”

  He tilted up her chin. “I know you were. But lying still isn’t allowed.”

  “Sorry, Daddy.”

  “Corner now. No arguing.”

  While she raced off, he turned to look at the butt plug with a sigh. Awesome. Well, he was sure this wasn’t the first time a butt plug had ended up in a toilet.

  Jewel was starting to feel a bit bad.

  After all, she had told Jason she was interested in anal sex. Maybe. But she hadn’t expected butt plugs. Nobody told her about that.

  How else do you expect him to prepare you?

  She’d kind of thought he’d just stick it in. It was one thing that Maxwell had never done. He was a bit of a germaphobe and the thought of anal sex had grossed him out.

  Too bad, he hadn’t felt that way about drugging her and forcing her to have sex.

  Shit. Stop thinking about that.

  She bit at her fingernail. Ouch. Then the sour taste of the stuff that Jason had put on her nails hit her taste buds and she drew her finger away from her mouth. “Gross.”

  “Jewel? You all right?”

  Suddenly he was there, behind her. Turning, she fell into him.

  “Hey, what is it?” He ran his hand up and down her back as he held her gently. “If you don’t want to experiment with the plug then all you have to do is tell me.”

  “It’s not that. I don’t know why I stuck it in the toilet. I just hadn’t thought about you, um, preparing me.”

  “You thought I’d just take you without preparing you?” he asked, sounding shocked.

  “Guess I just didn’t think about a butt plug. Kind of gross, Daddy.”

  “Well, they are when you stick it down the toilet then Daddy has to fish it out.”