Page 52 of Gator
Vesper might not be a small town, but the Daddy community was, so it was no surprise that Spencer’s Daddy, Nash, was related to Keith Brooks, who I knew from the club. I swear, some days, I thought about packing everything up and getting out of this place, going to a big city maybe, where no one else knew you or your business, but my family was here, and now, so was Gator.
“I am. Are you coming to Vesper anytime soon?”
“I wasn’t planning on it, but I can if you need me.”
He wasn’t just saying that. Spencer Reynolds was nothing if not a loyal friend.
“No, I’m good here, honest. But maybe when all this is over, I’ll come see you in River Gorge.”
“What? The fabulously busy Julius Petros might actually take a break from work and lower himself to visit small-town USA,” he teased.
“I was there a few months ago for your birthday,” I insisted.
“Because it was on a Sunday and The Shag Shack was closed.”
Before I could give a rebuttal, the door opened and Gator stepped in.
Trixie let out a wolf whistle and then said, “Daddy’s home. Daddy’s home.”
Spencer laughed. “Ah, so that’s how it is. I guess Keith wasn’t kidding when he said you were in good hands.”
“That’s enough out of you, squirt,” I said, reverting back to the old nickname I’d called him when we were kids.
I swear I could feel his eye roll all the way from River Gorge. “If you say so. I’ve met him a couple times when Nash and I came up for Daddy Night, you know. He’s a good guy, not your normal type, but maybe that isn’t a bad thing.”
I watched as Gator crossed the room to Trixie, giving her pets before holding out his arm and letting her step off the cage. He was muttering to her, telling her what a good girl she was and asking her how her day went like he was talking to a child.
“You know, Spence. You might be right about that.”
“Well then, I’ll let you go and enjoy your evening. Keep me updated on what’s going on, okay?”
“I will.”
I ended the call, and Gator looked over at me. “You all done?”
“I am. Any updates from Kat?”
“No, nothing new on that front, but I do have something I want to show you.”
“Okay.”
“We should probably put Trixie in her cage for a little bit. I’m not sure how long this will take, and I seem to remember something about a genius with wings and no impulse control.”
“That was one of the truest things I ever said. Come on, Trixie, let’s go inside for a bit.”
“Trixie has wings.” She spread her wings wide to show us that she did indeed have wings. That was frequently her answer when she didn’t want to go into her cage.
“You have beautiful wings. When you get back out here in a few minutes, you can stretch them wide.”
Once we got her securely shut inside, Gator took my hand. “Come with me.”
He led me through the house and into the laundry room.
“I’m all for kinky shit, Daddy, but it’s a little crowded in here.”
“You know what they say about the Tardis, right?”
“Of course, it’s bigger on the inside. But I wouldn’t have thought you were a Doctor Who fan.”