Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

Isla woke up to the thin stream of light coming in along the edge of the blinds. The deep breathing from the man next to her told her Caesar was still dead to the world.

She was glad. It didn’t seem like he ever got enough sleep. He needed it. She did manage to carefully rise onto her elbow so she could stare down at him. His thick dark hair was messy from sleep. He had a soft beard that was the result of only a few days without shaving. The man could grow a full beard in less than a week if he wanted.

The sheets were down around his waist, so she was able to stare at his impressive pecs and explore the intricate tattoos on his chest and arms. He was so gorgeous. Every inch of him was enticing and made her mouth water.

She loved his strength, both the physical and the emotional. She knew with certainty she would always be able to count on him for anything, and he would never let her down.

She also suddenly knew with complete clarity that she was not leaving this man to return to the States. She would stay here if that’s what he decided or go with him anywhere. She could be a nurse anywhere on Earth with a bit of effort.

Suddenly, his hand slid up her back. His voice was deep with sleep when he murmured, “You look like you’re planning world domination, Little Fish.”

She giggled. “Sort of, but first, I’m planning to climb over you and sink down over your cock.” She shocked even herself with her bold words as she shoved the sheet down to expose his erection, wrapped her hand around his length, and stroked it up and down several times.

His shaft was already hard. Had it been that way in sleep?

“Mmm… That feels so good. I’m not going to turn you down.” He stretched out one hand, palmed a condom from the nightstand, and tore it open with his teeth before nudging her hand aside to roll it down his thick length.

Isla was already aroused from staring at his perfect body for the last several minutes. Wetness coated the inside of her thighs, so when she rose, shook the covers away, and lifted one leg over his body, she was ready.

She lowered her slick folds down to rub against his shaft, pinning it to his torso. She couldn’t contain the moan that escaped.

Caesar reached up to cup her breasts. A second later, he thumbed her nipples, driving her arousal higher. “So sexy.”

“Is your leg okay?” she managed to whisper, glancing down and wincing at the long bandage. Was this really a good idea?

“What leg?” he teased.

“Daddy…”

“Little Fish, look at me. Forget my leg.”

She focused on him and ground her clit against his shaft.

“That’s my girl. Lift up and let me inside you. I need to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

She shuddered at his command, instantly doing as she was told. As soon as she lifted her hips, his erection lodged itself at her entrance as though it knew exactly where it belonged.

Caesar’s moan filled the room when she thrust down on him, impaling him with no warning. She loved the sound of his pleasure. It fueled her own. She also found out immediately that she loved the way she could grind her clit against the base of his cock, pushing him deeper, controlling how fast and hard she would take him.

“So gorgeous,” he whispered as he pinched her nipples and gave them a twist.

She lifted almost off and then thrust back down, preferring the sensation of being impaled by him far more than the empty feeling she’d had when his erection had been lodged at her entrance.

“That’s it, Isla. Take what you need. Do what feels good.”

She arched her chest forward and tipped her head back as the need to come grew by the second. “Caesar…”

He slid his hands to her hips and held her down tightly against him, and that was it. She came hard, pulsing around his length, wishing she could bottle this moment up and keep it forever close to her heart.

A few seconds later, she grasped onto another even better moment when her man bucked his hips upward and groaned loud enough to shake the room as he found his own release.

Yeah, she was in the right place at the right time with the right people.

She’d never felt so satisfied or so lucky.

“Do you think they heard us?” she asked an hour later as they stepped out of the shower.

Daddy chuckled. “I don’t care. I’ve heard all the rest of them having sex from time to time. Payback is a bitch. The walls between these apartments aren’t paper thin, but they can’t quite contain the kind of moaning you were doing.”

She swatted at his chest playfully. “Me? What about you? The furniture shook when you came.”

He chuckled, the sound making it impossible to stop grinning. If she had her way, she would never stop smiling again.

“I need food, Little Fish. Stand still so I can fix your hair and get clothes on us.”

Her cheeks were flushed as she stared at herself in the mirror while her Daddy carefully combed through her wet hair, parted it, and braided it in two lengths behind her ears.

When he was done, he led her through the bedroom and into the playroom, where he left her standing so he could choose something for her to wear.

Isla loved these moments. She loved how he took care of everything, letting her simply be in her Little space.

Ten minutes later, they were both dressed and heading for the elevator. The rest of the fifth floor was quiet, so Isla assumed everyone had already gone to the basement.

The second the elevator opened in the basement, the silence was broken. Isla stepped off the elevator to a room filled with noise and chaos. The entire team and all the Littles were gathered around the huge table.

The surface was covered with bagels, danishes, donuts, and breakfast sandwiches. The Littles all had sippy cups of milk or juice. The Daddies had coffee. For a moment, Isla stood rooted to her spot, soaking it all in, so much love filling her that she was nearly overwhelmed.

When Daddy tugged on her hand to encourage her to move to the table, she snapped out of it but only partly—just enough to join the fray, take a seat, and let her Daddy fill her plate. He already knew what foods she liked and could put just the right amount in front of her. How did he know her so well?

She wouldn’t question it. She simply accepted it.

A sense of peace filled her.

And then a phone rang, breaking into the perfection that was the chaos of the room. Everyone stopped talking and moving.

Rocco rose from his seat and leaned over to reach for the conference phone in the middle of the table. “It’s Kingsley. He messaged me that he would call in this morning.”

Rocco connected the call, and a deep male voice with a British accent filled the room. “Good morning, everyone.”

Isla had never spoken to Kingsley, but she liked his voice. She’d also learned that no one in this room had ever met the elusive man who saved lives and played matchmaker.

A rumble of good mornings filled the giant basement in response.

“I was so glad to hear that everyone was safe after yesterday’s incident. I’m sorry a few of you were injured.”

“Nothing that will slow us down,” Hawking responded as he rubbed the bandage on his arm. He’d needed several stitches to close his wound, too.

“I don’t think anything could slow any of you down,” Kingsley responded with a hint of humor in his voice. “Let’s get right to business. I’ve done some digging and discovered that the two men who attacked you yesterday followed Isla all the way from Florida. They were informed about the map by one of the men Isla showed it to before she left the States. There’s no evidence that any other person or group was interested in the map besides those men. It’s my belief that Isla is now safe.”

Isla blew out a relieved breath. “Thank you, sir.”

“My pleasure, Little one. Welcome to the family.”

She was startled by his words and glanced around to find everyone smiling at her.

“Now, it would seem all six of you have completed your tasks and repaid your markers. I’m grateful to each of you for staying together as a team and helping each of the others accomplish their missions. You can consider your debts paid in full. You are all free to go about your lives.”

Silence filled the room as they all glanced around at each other.

Caesar was the first one to break the silence. “Sir, it would seem Danger Bluff is our life now. We’re a family. I don’t think anything could break us apart. If you require us to leave the resort so you can bring a new team in, we’ll understand, but make no mistake, we will remain together as a unit while we find our place in the world.”

Isla grabbed her Daddy’s hand, tearing up as everyone nodded in agreement.

After a moment, Kingsley responded, “I thought that might be the case, and I’d hoped you all might agree to stay on at Danger Bluff. I would never insist on continuing as your boss, but I’d be beyond pleased if you all stayed. The Bluff is an amazing vacation spot that will bring in a huge profit as it continues to grow. If you’re all amenable to the idea, I’d like to propose that you accept my offer of permanent residence in exchange for running Danger Bluff like the well-oiled machine it has become under your care. I will send over salary packages as well as stock options, retirement plans, and medical insurance. How does that sound?”

Seeing everyone’s faces light up made Isla’s heart pound.

“Hello?” Kingsley said after a long pause.

Kestrel cleared his throat. “We’d be thrilled to accept your offer, sir.”

Magnus nodded. “I dare you to find a better computer team than me and Juniper,” he joked.

“Who would lead the rock-climbing tours?” Rocco asked rhetorically.

“Or the helicopter excursions?” Kestrel added.

Hawking grunted. “Security would be shit without me.”

Phoenix laughed. “So would maintenance.”

They all turned to look at Caesar, who was grinning wide. “I’m going to need a few days off from scuba excursions, but then I’m in.”

“Good. Good,” Kingsley said. “Isla, I’ll work on getting your paperwork straightened out so you can become the resident nurse at the resort if that’s amenable to you…?”

Isla sat taller. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

“Then it’s settled. Consider yourselves permanent residents of Danger Bluff. I hope you find years of happiness and laughter. You’ve all earned it. I do have one other item to suggest to you. Each of you still holds a coin. I have teams scattered all over the world. It is likely that others in trouble could use the team’s help. I do not have one situated in New Zealand. Well, other than you,” Kingsley shared.

“We could rescue people just like we were saved from danger,” Rocco noted.

“And pass along our coins so that others have a second chance as well,” Magnus said, pushing the bill up on his cap uncharacteristically to meet the men’s gazes.

To Isla, it appeared that each man was gauging the others’ reactions. Knowing them all, even for a short time, she was not surprised when each nodded. Their decision was made.

“We’d just get bored being hotel employees. Count us in, Kingsley,” Ceasar informed him.

“I’ll be in touch,” Kingsley promised.

The phone went silent so fast it startled Isla. No one else seemed shocked by Kingsley’s abrupt end to the conversation.

For long seconds, they all stared at each other before everyone jumped to their feet and ran around hugging.

Isla joined the excitement, hugging her Daddy first before turning to wrap her arms around Lyra. Soon, all six women were in a huddle, jumping up and down, screaming with laughter, a hint of apprehension written in the tension lines on their foreheads but overwhelming happiness that they could stay together. Isla guessed they all felt like she did—scared about the dangers their Daddies could face while saving others but sure that the team would never be happy simply sitting on the sidelines when others needed help. The Littles would support each other in an equally strong team as their Daddies did.

When the women finally settled and turned to face the Daddies, they found all the men grinning from ear to ear, arms out, waiting to be filled.

Isla ran toward her Daddy and threw herself into his embrace, trying not to scold him when he lifted her off the floor to rain kisses all over her face. His leg would be fine.

Everything would be fine. Better than fine. Perfect.