McGyver

by Candace Blevins

  McGyver nodded. “It seems you and I are on the same page for this, at least. It’s a start.”

  The rest of the evening was conflict- and stress-free, and Iris noted her father drank a few of the craft beers he was offered. He left for the airport with his own security about an hour before dark, and all the kids were gone by the time darkness fell.

  Iris wanted to be mad at Danny for hacking into her father’s personal documents, but she understood why he had, and she had to admit, it’d been the right call. She also wanted to be mad at him for not telling her, but he’d explained he didn’t want to tell her anything she had to keep from her father. His intention was to bolster her relationship with her father, and not to rip her away from him.

  Angelica and Harmony set up a line of Jägermeister shots, and Matty and Iris had a little competition. Matty won, but that was okay. Iris was happy.

  And once Danny realized how far gone she was, he walked her back to the conference room, unfastened her belt and pants, pushed them down, spun her around, bent her over the table, and held his hand to her back to hold her down while he managed his own belt and zipper.

  Iris wiggled her bottom, impatient, and he slapped both cheeks a few times.

  “Mine.”

  “Yes,” she agreed. “No contracts needed. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

  “Damned straight.” He moved his cock up and down over her slit. She was slick, so it didn’t take anything at all for him to slide in, but then she gasped when she realized how fat he was.

  “Fuck, yes,” she told him. “Make me remember I’m yours.”

  He slammed in and she screamed in both pain and pleasure. When he gave her a second to get used to him, she pushed her hips back. “Move, dammit! Fuck me!”

  He slapped the outside of her leg. “Don’t be bossy. You’ll get what I give you.”

  “More! Fast, and hard. Please!”

  He slid out and back in. “There’s the please I was looking for. Grab your elbows behind your back, Blueberry. If you let go, I’ll stop.”

  She grabbed her elbows, and he moved the way she’d asked — fast, hard, and relentless. He was so fat she could barely handle him, but still, she wanted harder and faster.

  A slick finger went into her ass. She had no idea where he’d had lube, and she didn’t care. “Yes. Fuck yes. Please, Danny!”

  Another finger in her ass. And another. He had to change the angle of his cock at first, but once his fingers were in enough to spread her ass wide, he made an adjustment and hit her g-spot with his cock.

  Iris thought the top of her head might come off from the pleasure. She screamed and writhed, no longer in control of her body. She existed only for pleasure. Colors exploded all around her, and she was saturated in carnal bliss. Every nerve path from the tips of her toes to her brain, vibrated with sheer ecstasy.

  And when it was over, she found herself cradled in Danny’s arms, safe from the world. He’d pulled a chair away from the table to sit, and he relaxed and held her, in no hurry to return to the party.

  “How weird is it that my mom was apparently uber-kinky, and my dad obviously is, and I went to BDSM clubs in Europe and explored the lifestyle?”

  “You experimented with the Top and bottom, right? Genetically, I suppose you have a little of both in you. You certainly like being dominated during sex, but not outside of it. It’s who you are. You had to explore the possibilities.”

  “I defined it as liking rough sex, but I suppose you’re right — it’s a little about being dominated during the act, but not outside of it.”

  He kissed her forehead. “You were exceptionally loud. There’s a good chance we’ll get a round of applause when we go back to the main room.”

  Iris couldn’t find it in her to be embarrassed. In fact, she kind of liked the idea of his brothers hearing just how much he pleased her.

  Iris went straight for the burgers and fixings when they went back to the main area of the clubhouse. As Danny had predicted, there was applause, whistles, and catcalls when they returned, so she took a quick bow before making a beeline to the food. She needed to sober up, because it was past time she found out why Danny wouldn’t let her give him a blowjob. He’d let her lick and kiss, but if she tried to do more, he’d move her and take control with something else. She intended to ask, and then not let him change the subject without answering.

  But then, when she finished her burger, someone came out with a box, and he took it from them and put it on the table where her food had been.

  Iris knew what was in it. Two months earlier, she’d have handed the box back to him without opening it, but on this day, her heart soared. She was his. She understood the sentiment behind the wording now, and she’d wear it with pride.

  She looked up at him. “Put it on me. I love you.”

  He grinned. “You should open it first, Blue.”

  Iris opened the box and moved the tissue paper to see her vest. Property of McGyver. She met his gaze. “You going to put it on me? Or is it important I do it?” So much of the MC’s world was bound in protocol, and it was possible she was screwing this up.

  He gave her a lopsided grin and took it out of the box. “Asking me to put it on will suffice, but it sounded more like an order. Wanna try again?”

  She took a breath. “I’m yours. Please make it official.”

  Iris stood, and despite the fact she’d sobered up a great deal, the room swam a little when he put the vest on her. This time, the rest of the club didn’t just cheer, they stomped their feet and beat on the tables.

  And then everyone hugged her and officially welcomed her to the family. When Duke hugged her, she put her mouth to his ear and asked, “Can we borrow your office, please? It’s soundproof, right?”

  He put his mouth to her ear. “Finish celebrating, then I’ll walk ya’ll back.”

  McGyver wasn’t sure what was up, or why Duke was leading him and Iris to his office, but he followed.

  And then looked at his Blueberry in question when Duke pointed them inside and closed the door without joining them.

  “What’s up?”

  Iris pulled his belt through the loop and worked at unfastening it. “I’m going to give you a celebration blowjob.”

  He’d known he’d have to explain this to her at some point, and it was probably time. He put his hands on his belt to stop her. “Sit. We need to talk.”

  She didn’t make a move to obey, but that didn’t really surprise him.

  “Have I not pleased you enough?” he asked. “Are you sexually unfulfilled?”

  She didn’t let go of his belt. “Do you not like them?”

  He moved away from her, so she had to let go, and he sat on one of the chairs. “Not from human women.”

  She put her hands on her hips. “What. The. Fuck.”

  “You’re too fragile, and I get carried away. I accidentally almost killed a human woman once, and I’ve never...” he shrugged. “I can let you play with your mouth while I’m flat on my back, if it’s important to you, but I can never actively fuck your mouth or your throat. If you need that, we have a problem.”

  She pulled a chair in front of him, sat, leaned forward, and took both of his hands in hers.

  “Tell me what happened.”

  Another shrug. “I was used to being rough with other shapeshifters, and it’s possible I dated a vampire a while. They don’t need to breathe at all. I got too rough with a human. I knew she was in trouble, but I was close so I kept going. Thankfully, I had the presence of mind to stop fucking her throat when her heart stopped beating. Brain was close. He came running when I screamed for help, and did chest compressions while I blew air into her lungs. We got her back, but...” he shrugged again. “I can’t, Blueberry.”

  “How old were you?”

  “I don’t know. Twenty-one or maybe twenty-two.”

  “Would you say you have more control now?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Okay. So we won’t do i
t tonight, but here’s what I want you to know.” She held a finger up. “I want to please you. If I can only do it when you’re flat on your back and passive, I’ll survive it, but I’d love you to take control there, too.” She held another finger up. “I know how to deep throat and I’m supposedly damned good at it, but breath play isn’t my thing unless I’m strung out on coke, which I don’t believe is going to be the case when I’m with you.” A third finger. “Your wolf will never let you hurt me. He didn’t give a fuck about that girl.”

  McGyver couldn’t argue with her final point, but just the thoughts of fucking her face made him go soft. He couldn’t.

  “Not asking for anything right now,” she told him. “I mean, I won’t complain if you want to bend me over the sofa and take my ass, but I’m not asking for anything oral. Take your time and figure it out. No pressure.”

  He couldn’t help his grin as he pulled the snack-sized ziplock from his pocket, and his Blueberry realized it held coconut oil.

  “Pants off, not just down, and lean over the sofa arm. It’s the right height.”

  Chapter 36

  Iris had to buckle down hard during the final weeks of the school year, and McGyver missed her, but he understood. He helped her study when he could, but it was mostly a solo enterprise for her.

  He sat with her father during the graduation ceremony, and it was clear both men were proud of her, but Brock’s scent clearly said he wasn’t happy McGyver was still in his daughter’s life.

  Still, he came to her celebration party at the clubhouse afterwards, and seemed at ease. He even joined them in a paint ball battle, and his sharp brain and ability to strategize on-the-go meant he was a formidable opponent no matter the gameboard.

  And so, when Brock invited McGyver to Birmingham a week before Iris’s party, to help them with the final plans, McGyver opted to pay Heather to fly him to Brock’s house in her helicopter, rather than let the man send his plane.

  Some trust had been built in the months since McGyver and the MC had confronted him, but McGyver still needed to be clear that he took care of his own needs. He could arrange for his own ride.

  Heather deposited him on the helipad on Brock’s property, and a security guard escorted him to the house. Brock met him in the foyer, they shook hands, and McGyver was introduced to Clay, Iris’s best friend.

  “It’s so good to finally meet you,” Clay gushed. He didn’t shake McGyver’s offered hand, but held it in both of his. “And my-my-my, you’re more handsome in person than you are in pictures. You certainly have that sexy, rough edge so many people try for and fail.” He let go of his hand. “Oh, listen to me, rambling on. Come, I’ve drawn up some sketches for how I think our girl’s party should look.”

  McGyver couldn’t help his smile. If he hadn’t grown so close to Matty, it’s possible he’d have been speechless, but he immediately liked Clay.

  Also, a quick sniff told him the young man was a hawk shapeshifter.

  “It’s nice to finally meet you, too,” he told Clay. “Did you have a good flight?”

  “I did. Nonstop from Paris to Atlanta, and Brock sent his plane to get me from there to here. Jet lag’s a raving bitch, but I’ll deal. Naps are my friend.”

  McGyver had been worried Iris’s friend would use something frilly — pink unicorns, or a princess motif — but the sketch was clearly made by a professional, and it showed a room full of Iris’s favorite flowers and colors. This was a party decorated for an adult, not a child, and McGyver was impressed with how well Clay understood Iris.

  “I don’t think I have anything to add to it,” McGyver told him. “It’s perfect.”

  “You, dearest, are going to work with the caterer,” Clay told him. “My beautiful flower tells me you and your friends eat a fuck-ton of meat, so you need to be sure that end’s handled, and that the menu will feed both her frou-frou friends and her new badass friends. Her father’s handled the frou-frou parts, so you’ll be adding the other. Also, I need to know how big I should make the motorcycle area of the parking lot — we’ll section off a portion, since she tells me your club plans to make it a road trip. I understand the MC is covering their own accommodations, but Brock is handling housing for out-of-town guests and will be happy to put your people up in the same hotel.”

  McGyver looked to Brock. “We appreciate the offer, but the Birmingham chapter of the RTMC is hosting us. We’re driving down the day before, we’ll party with them that night, recover the next day, and then be ready for a more sedate birthday party.” He looked at Clay. “I understand you and Iris have plans?”

  “Yes! We’re going to a spa and having the works done, and we’re going to shop, and I can’t wait to get caught up face-to-face. We’ve talked millions of hours over video chat since we’ve last seen each other, but I need face time with my flower.”

  McGyver couldn’t help but smile at Clay’s exuberance. “She’s looking forward to it, too.”

  Clay touched his arm. “Thank you for not being an asshole about me. I didn’t expect you to let us have a few days together like this. I appreciate it.”

  McGyver laughed. “No one lets Iris do anything. She’s her own woman, and it’s one of the many reasons I love her.”

  They made it into the conference room beside Brock’s office, and McGyver was introduced to a party planner, two caterers, a cake artist, an ice sculptor, a florist, and an event manager. He managed to shake everyone’s hand without rolling his eyes a single time.

  The group spent two hours figuring out what should’ve taken fifteen minutes to resolve, but McGyver thought his Blueberry would appreciate the personal touches her father, her best friend, and her boyfriend had put into it.

  He’d had a custom black and blue helmet made for Iris a while back, with a million shades of blue in it — all the colors he saw in her eyes. He sent pictures of it from all angles so the cake artist could reproduce it. The ice sculptor was a swan shifter, but there was no way for McGyver to bring Sophia Drake up casually, to let the man know his queen was friends with the birthday girl. The sculptor had a photo album of what he’d done for other people, but her father gave him a picture of the castle turret for him to reproduce. However, he turned his tablet towards Brock and showed him a bouquet of ice roses. “What if I do an iris plant with a couple of blooms, and,” he swiped sideways to show a beautiful wolf statue made from ice, “a wolf guarding the flowers.”

  “Oh,” Clay exclaimed. “It’s perfect!” He turned to Brock. “Social media will have a field day, arguing over whether you’re the wolf, or McGyver is. You’re both so protective over our flower, it fits. Please tell me you like it!”

  Brock rolled his eyes, but nodded to the sculptor. “I understand flowers are a challenge because of the stem. Do what you must to make sure we don’t have a disaster, even if you need to brace the stems with clear plastic inside the ice. I’m not a purist — cheating is fine so long as no one figures it out.”

  “I understand, sir. The flowers will last the length of the party.”

  Reyna wore a slinky sweater dress and sat in on the meeting, but her only input was to make sure they had the chai ice cream flavor Iris liked so much.

  When everyone was gone, the four moved to the dining room, where the cook had prepared a pot roast.

  “Iris tells me your truce has held, but I’d like to hear it from the two of you.” Clay might be a little gay twink, but the hawk shifter obviously had balls.

  McGyver looked to Brock, hoping he’d answer first, and the older man smiled at Clay. “Yes, it seems so. Iris wanted Reyna at her party, but she isn’t ready yet. She’ll make her first public appearance on July the 3rd, at a small party on the lake. She’s looking forward to the fireworks enough to brave having to actually speak to people she doesn’t know.”

  Clay had been told of Reyna’s agoraphobia, but not of her slavery. Reyna’s collar and cuffs had been replaced with a heavy necklace and two massive, matching bracelets. Her ankles were bare.

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sp; “I know why Reyna won’t be there, but I’m asking about you and Danny. Is the truce for real, or have you just convinced Iris of it?”

  “It’s real on my end,” McGyver told him, “and as far as I can tell, Brock hasn’t done anything to harm me or the club. I know he’s hired people to get as much dirt on us as possible, but as far as I know, he hasn’t made strides to use any of it.”

  “And I’m aware some inquiries were made regarding the lobbyists we employ in Washington.” He shrugged. “Other pieces of my life and business have been queried, as well, but there have been no further threats.”

  “So, you’re practicing mutually assured destruction?” Clay asked.

  McGyver gave his best poker face and changed the subject. “Iris managed to pull off an A in three subjects, a B in another, and a C in statistics — and she worked damned hard for that C.” He met Brock’s gaze. “I’m proud of her, and I hope you’ll let her know you’re proud of her, too.”

  “I am. Her GPA isn’t where I’d like it, but those first years can’t be undone, and she finally has at least an undergrad degree.”

  “I know you’re aware of what she was paid for the photo shoot she took part in over spring break, and what she’s making on advertising for her video blog. She can survive just fine without the trust fund, but at this point, it’s aptly named because it’s about trust, and I hope you don’t crush her spirit. She’ll bounce back if you do, but you have to know, sir, that she’s looking for a sign showing you’re happy with the woman she’s grown into, and is still growing into.”

  “Thank you for the input, but those talks will be between my daughter and me.”

  “Of course, sir, but I had to speak my mind. I have, so I’ll drop it.”

  Clay put his fork down. “And now I’ll speak mine, and you don’t have to respond, Brock, but she went so wild with the sex because Danny became this impossible bar to beat. They’d never made it to actual sex, so what she’d imagined it would be with him was a fantasy, and no one could match the fantasy.” He shrugged and grinned at Danny. “Well, except you, apparently. She told me the reason no one had been able to satisfy her, even when strung out on drugs, was because no one else was you.” Clay looked back to Brock. “She went off the deep end because you tore Danny from her life.”