Nasa was a Master of decadent, dark, and devious kinkery. He could pleasure Dillon until she fainted from too many orgasms, screaming his name the whole way, and she'd still have the power to make him her willing slave.
“Whatever you need,” he told her gruffly. “Nothin’ I want more than to give it to you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Streaks of magenta, sherbet pink, and bright orange were painted across the horizon as the road fell away beneath the tires.
Exhausted, Dillon found herself holding her breath in eager anticipation as Nasa turned down the long, familiar drive to the Perdition compound.
The enormous concrete and metal building came into view, the place she'd now call home, and she watched it pass by as Nasa circled around to head into the underground garage. Gee was already there waiting to pull the heavy metal door down behind them.
“Finally,” Nasa sighed in relief. and after taking both hands off the wheel to stretch and flex his fingers.
Dillon realized she hadn't been the only one anxious to get back. It hadn't even been twelve hours since they'd left, yet it felt like an eternity.
Nasa twisted slightly to face her, chucking his hat and sunglasses onto the dash. “I know you're wiped, but everyone is probably upstairs waiting to hear from us. Think you got a little bit of juice left in you? I'm betting someone brought or cooked dinner.”
Dillon's eyes were gritty and felt swollen; all she wanted was to rinse off in the shower before climbing into bed, but her stomach snarled angrily at her.
A reminder to say she hadn't eaten anything of substance since breakfast.
Food would give her a boost, and it despite feeling like she'd gone over everything at least ten times with the cops, then again over the phone with Duke and Tobias, she knew they couldn't keep everyone waiting.
“Best to get it out while it's still fresh, and I'm starving.”
Elka yipped in agreement, bouncing on her font paws to insist she too needed attention.
“When we're done, we'll have a bath and go to bed for the rest of the month.”
She sighed dreamily; visions of being surrounded by hot water and strong, tattooed arms sounded like heaven.
“Deal.”
Familiar now with the drill, she waited for Nasa to unfold himself from the truck to come around and get her door, hearing Gee call out to them in greeting.
“Glad to have you home, bro. You get what you were after?”
“That and more.” Nasa bumped his huge fist against Gee's smaller one before offering Dillon his hand to help her out of the truck.
“Everyone's been so uptight waiting to hear from y'all. Athena actually sprung for Manolito’s. We got us a bonafide Italian feast waiting upstairs.” Gee's announcement made Dillon moan as her mouth watered, visions of pasta and garlic bread dancing through her mind. “She even got gelato.”
Nasa curled his arm around Dillon's waist, holding her close as they took off down the secure hallway and up into the compound.
The smell of garlic, tomatoes, and freshly baked bread overwhelmed Dillon's senses the second the doors opened, and the sound of Top's loud voice chastising someone dumb enough to try and sneak some pizza made that final bit of tension bleed from her on a laugh.
“Touch that slice, turd whack, and I'll shove it up your ass!”
“Yeah!” a little boy voice piped up. “No touchin' the syces, butt boy!”
From the sound of raucous laughter coming from the dining room, Nasa's deduction that the entire club would be waiting for them was spot on.
“Who you callin' butt boy, butt boy?” Ruckus hollered.
Ever's exasperated sigh could be heard even above the hilarity. “I can't even be mad at him because he didn't say any bad words.”
Dillon and Nasa turned the corner to see Ruckus chasing Lyon around the long farm table, Lyon's little arms pumping as he ran as fast as he could to evade Ruckus's clutches.
“I ain't no butt boy!” Lyon shouted. “I wipe my own ass!”
Ever was not amused, glaring up at her husband who was trying—and failing—to regain his composure.
“Lyon!” Roar finally barked, his son taking a hard left to avoid Ruckus in order to present himself at his father's side.
“Yes, Bid Daddy?” Lyon answered cheekily.
Roar struggled visibly, pulling his hand down over his mouth in an effort to wipe the grin off his face. “Son, you know you're not supposed to cuss. You're doing it at school now, and if you keep it up, you'll be sittin' in the kitchen with Mrs. Barbra instead of playing outside with the other kids.”
Lyon screwed his face up in disgust, scuffing the toe of his little kid biker boots on the floor.
“Mrs. Barbra is always hangwee, and she smells like ole wumin farts.”
“Then you best watch that mouth, huh?” Roar advised, reaching down to flip his son ass over tea kettle onto his shoulder.
Dillon was sure Lyon was about to agree, but he caught sight of her and Nasa standing in the doorway and squealed like a pig, squirming and kicking his feet wildly.
“Unka Nasaw and Dilly home! We can eat now, Bid Daddy!”
Roar gave an exaggerated spin that made Lyon fling his arms out with a whoop, pretending like he hadn't known.
“Oh, hey. Didn't see y'all there.”
Dillon leaned her head against Nasa's chest as she looked at the family gathered around the table.
The family Nasa was offering her, and the most perfect feeling of happiness filled her to know they'd already accepted her into the fold.
She didn't have to go it alone anymore or pretend to be someone she wasn't. Dillon belonged here.
The dining room buzzed with sound as everyone welcomed them back; the women even got up and came to Dillon with warm hugs that honestly made her struggle against tearing up.
Dillon hadn't ever been much of a hugger or had friends to really drive home all she'd been missing out on by refusing to let anyone close.
“My god, you look exhausted,” Athena declared sympathetically. “Come sit down. I hope it's okay. I
