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Smoke

“Son of a bitch.” I groaned as Layton dug around in my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Smoke. I know this fucking sucks,” he apologized.

He was right. It did fucking suck, but thankfully even though I’d been shot twice, we were only digging one bullet out. The other had just been a graze.

“Don’t faint or I’m going to murder you,” Bash said, literally grabbing his gun. His shirt was bloody from where he’d carried me inside the factory, and I had a feeling that I’d be hearing about it until the day I died.

The echo of the metal tweezers tinging together inside of my shoulder sounded like nails on a chalkboard and I ground my teeth together, trying to get my mind off the pain and the sickening sound.

“Fucking finally,” Layton said, dropping the tiny mangled piece into a plastic cup.

“I still don’t understand how this happened!” Jasper yelled. One of his tech men jumped at the sound of his thundering voice. His water bottle slid through his hands, hitting the floor, and spilling water everywhere.

“Sorry, sir,” he said, almost crying.

“Blade, apply pressure to Smoke’s arm,” Layton said, his voice unusually gruff.

Blade did as he asked, but watched Layton with curiosity. I did too. I was glad he’d taken a break from playing doctor. That had been about as much fun as a root canal.

Layton knelt in front of the tech guy, and placed his big hands over the man's much smaller ones. It was impossible to make out what he was saying over the chatter of everyone trying to figure out how we’d been ambushed.

The man fished some ear plugs out of his pockets and Layton nodded encouragingly as he plugged his ears with them.

Layton stood, helping him to his feet before pointing in our direction.

I averted my gaze, embarrassed to have been caught staring.

Layton being so… attentive was a far cry from the guy we were used to seeing on a job.

“Mr. Rush wanted me to bandage your arm if that’s okay,” he said, standing in front of me.

“That’s fine, thanks,” I answered.

“My name is Tucker. I have some sensory issues and I’m wearing special headphones that help cut down on background noise.

They still allow me to hear you, so don’t be scared to speak up if you need something,” he said, blushing adorably and scuffing the toe of his dinosaur sneakers on the tile floor.

Oh. My. Fuck.

Tucker had to be a Little and he must have been a Little that caught Layton’s eye.

Looking back to Layton, I watched in shock as he grabbed Jasper by the collar and pressed him to the wall with one arm against his throat.

Jasper’s eyes were shining with anger and his jaw was clenched, but he didn’t strike back. He nodded at whatever Layton said. That must have pleased Layton because he let him go. Jasper straightened his shirt before stomping out of the room.

“Fuck,” I groaned when Tucker pulled the bandage tighter.

“I’m really sorry. Mr. Rush said to make sure it was tight.”

Trying to give him my most encouraging smile, I told him, “It’s okay, buddy. You’re doing a really good job.”

He lit up under my praise and I found myself understanding Layton’s fondness for the man.

“You good?” Layton asked once he’d stomped his way back to me.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you lightheaded?” he asked.

“No.” I wouldn’t tell him if I was.

“Okay, I really feel like you passed out because of a drop in blood pressure. I’m going to let you get home to your girl, but I’ll send our doctor over tomorrow to check in with you. He’s in emergency surgery right now.”

I nodded, not willing to argue with him. Elliot would check me over.

“You’re just going to let him leave?” Bash asked, almost looking appalled.

“Yes, he’s fine.”

“He fucking fainted,” Bash argued.

“Watch your mouth around Tucker,” Layton scolded, making me chuckle.

I couldn’t help it, it was too damn funny. Bash stared at Layton like he’d been body snatched. The entire thing was so bizarre.

“I feel like I’m in an alternate reality,” Blade mumbled from where he’d moved to once Tucker had taken over.

“Besides, he only fainted because his pressure bottomed out. It’s stable now,” Layton argued.

“He still fuc…. freaking fainted,” Bash argued.

“Thanks,” I said, standing and grabbing my bloodied shirt from the table.

“Let me get you a fresh shirt,” Tucker said, running off before I could even reply.

“He’s sweet,” I told Layton.

“Fuck you,” he replied, but the corner of his mouth twitched and I felt like he knew he was being obstinate.

“This night has been wild,” Blade mumbled.

“ Yup, and tomorrow I feel like we’re all going to need to talk about it, but right now I just want to get back to my girl.”

***

A soft body snuggling closer to me woke me from a light sleep. The only positive thing that had happened last night was that Ash had asked to sleep in my bed. Kay said she’d missed me and even though I hated her heart was sad, I loved knowing her feelings mirrored mine.

Ash rutted against me again and my hard cock pressed against her belly. Her movements stilled and her eyes opened wide.

“Good morning, babygirl.”

“Dawson!” she squealed before flinging her arms around me.

I hugged her tightly before kissing her forehead. “I missed you last night, Little one. I was so glad when I found you in my bed.” I didn’t add how late it had been or how long I’d had Jasper’s men watching the house. Little girls didn’t need to know everything.

“I missed you too,” she said. “I’m sorry I was so emotional last night. I let my Little be a bit to0 free.”

Stroking her face, I rolled us so that she was under me. My arm and side protested in agony, but I forced myself to keep a straight face.

“Your Little is allowed to be as free as she wants. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep her trapped inside, okay? It’s not healthy for you or her.”

She turned her head, looking away from me. Running my hand up her back, I fisted her hair in my hand and forced her to look at me.

She gasped in surprise, but didn’t protest.

“Promise me you won’t hide her away. She’s safe now. You’re both safe now.”

Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to wet them.

“Promise me, babygirl.”

“I promise,” she said, panting.

Grabbing one of her thighs, I opened her up to me. Sliding between her legs, I rested my erection against her. The pink panties she was wearing did nothing to prevent me from feeling her heat against my shaft.

Gasping, she rubbed herself against my length. Through her thin t-shirt I could see her nipples pebble. A sudden, almost primal, urge to see her shot through me.

“Can I get you naked, babygirl?”

“Y-yes,” she said, already moving to help me undress her. I pulled the sleep shirt over her head and she kicked off her panties.

Her pert titties jiggled with our hurried motions and I couldn’t resist the need to suck a nipple into my mouth.

“Dawson,” she moaned.

Bringing my other hand up, I cupped her breast before rolling the nipple in my fingers. She arched her hips up and my cock brushed across her bare mound.

“More,” she cried.

Letting her nipple pop free, I grabbed her hip, stilling her movements. “What do you want more of, baby?”

Her eyes were wide, dilated, and pleading when she looked at me. It was a fucking turn-on to know she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

“Tell me what you need, Ashley.”

***

Ashley

I tossed my head back and forth. “I don’t know!” I cried. “Just more.”

Dawson smiled before lowering his mouth to mine and whispering a promise to help me against my lips. He traced my bottom lip and I opened my mouth for him.

“Fuck me,” he whispered just before his tongue slid across mine. I was met with the taste of cinnamon. “I’m going to take care of you,” he said.

I believed him. I knew I’d be one loved Little one when he was done with me.

Pulling back, he sucked my lower lip into my mouth and I shivered at the powerful sensation.

My pussy clenched and once again I arched my hips trying to gain friction against him.

Grabbing his shirt in with my good hand, I tried to pull it over his head, but he pulled back from me.

I whined, immediately missing the feel of him laying over me.

He took my hand in his and pressed a kiss to my palm. His brows drew together in worry and the air grew heavy with the weight of whatever he was going to say.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I was hurt last night. I promise I am okay, but I don’t want my bandages to scare you.”

“You were hurt?” I asked, trying to sit up so I could check him over. He laid his large palm in the center of my chest and kept me laying on my back in the bed.

“I was shot, but some friends took good care of me and Elliot is going to come by and look me over today.”

“Is it bad? Did the bad men hurt you? Did you kill them?”

“The bad men? Did I kill them?” he repeated. His mouth opened and closed several times. He studied me, looking aghast at my questions.

My tummy flipped upside down, but I nodded anyway. “Yes, Eloise, Allyson, and I had a really big talk last night.”

“You did?”

I hated the fearful look on his face. “We did, but please don’t look so worried.

I understand. Eloise said you and the other Daddies saved her and even though it is still super scary, I’m really glad that you’re helping so many other people,” I explained, wrapping my fingers around his hand on my chest.

He sighed, loud and long and heavy.

“I’m sorry you didn’t have a chance to find out from me, Little one. I planned to tell you, just when I’d figured some more things out.”

“When you figured some things out?” I asked, wondering what kind of things he was talking about.

“You are my world, Ash. When I was in prison, I didn’t give a fuck, all I could think about was getting out and getting high again.

I hated my dad, hated your mom, but finding out they were getting married and dragging you into the mix was eye-opening for me.

You were so young and innocent. I knew if I didn’t get my shit together, you’d never have a chance at life.

It didn’t save you. My dad still almost killed you, but it is only because of you that I am who I am,” he said tenderly.

“And now that I have you, I’m not sure I want to do those jobs anymore.

I used to love it, but now... Now I love you . ”

Tears filled my eyes and for the first time in a very long time, I felt valued.

He loves us! my little screamed.

I pushed up to a sitting position; he let me that time, and I wrapped both arms around him, kissing him deeply on the mouth before pulling back.

“I love you too, Dawson. I think I have for a while and just didn’t know it.”

“You know this means you’re mine now, right? I’m never letting you go, Little girl.”

“Good. I wanna be yours forever,” I answered.

Forever! my Little repeated.

He pulled his shirt over his head before covering my body again.

My nipples pressed against his chest and he dipped his head to suck one and then the other into his mouth.

I cried out in pleasure at the sensation.

Kissing a path from my breasts, down my belly, he settled between my legs and pressed a kiss to my mound.

I fidgeted nervously, but when he lifted my legs over his shoulders, I panicked.

“Dawson, wait!”

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” he asked. His eyes searched mine for a clue at what might be wrong.

“Y-you don’t have to do that,” I said, heat rushing to my face.

“Do what, baby?” he asked.

“O-oral sex. I’m okay without it. It’s not a big deal.”

I knew how much my ex hated it and I didn’t want Dawson to feel like he had to pleasure me like that. I didn’t want him to feel obligated.

Maintaining eye contact with me, he pressed another feather-soft kiss to my pussy.

“Ashley, this is one of my favorite things about being intimate with someone. I can make you feel good in so many different ways, but using my mouth to devour your pussy is top-tier. You’re going to taste so sweet and I know I’m going to be addicted to your flavor before I even take the first lick. ”

He seemed so open, so transparent, that I believed him.

“I really want to, babygirl. I promise I’m not doing it because I feel like I have to. I want to.”

“O-okay,” I said, feeling almost guilty I’d stopped him. I still wasn’t sure why he would like to eat me out, but he’d always been truthful to me and I believed him.

He winked at me before lifting my legs back over his shoulders. Sliding his hands under my butt, he lifted me to his mouth.

The first lick was gentle, almost featherlike, the second one was more direct and full of heat , and heaven help me, the third one unraveled any lingering concerns I had.