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the logistics through his head. He could conduct a lot of his investigation from the anonymity of seeming to work for the Davidson brothers. Add Bryce’s undercover experience to the mix, and they might just have a chance of stopping Zedahla’s father from hurting anyone else.
    “Excellent,” Officer Haloden said with a serious smile. “Just let me sort out a few things with my boss, and I’ll meet you the day after tomorrow.”
    Lachlan watched the man walk away, hoping like hell that he was reading the man correctly. The last thing he needed was to invite a traitor into their midst.

    * * * *

    Later that night, Brock watched Mikayla and Tracey as they sat at the table playing some type of three dimensional game that required lots of giggles. It sounded so good to hear the women laughing that Brock could almost believe Lachlan’s news that he was heading back to the planet wouldn’t piss Mikayla off.
    According to his parents, Zedahla had settled into the senior Davidson household with little fuss. Brock’s mothers had both been appalled by the young woman’s injuries, and already they seemed to have taken her under their motherly protection. Maybe Zedahla’s presence would distract them for a little while from their campaign for grandchildren.
    Eventually, the game came to an end, and Rick and Tracey excused themselves and headed to their bedroom. They’d decided to rent a suite of rooms so they could all have a little privacy while still being close enough to deal with any trouble that may have come their way. Fortunately, that seemed unlikely now that Zedahla was hidden away, so Tracey and Rick planned to head home to California in the morning.
    Mikayla slipped into his embrace as Rick and Tracey wished them goodnight and left the main room. Brock held Mikayla close but nearly cursed a blue streak when she tilted her head back and demanded to know what was wrong.
    Damn. Either he was slipping in his duties as a Dom, or his lovely wife was learning to read his moods too easily. Either way, it didn’t bode well for the type of plans he and Lachlan had for their sub before they explained why Lachlan was leaving.
    “What’s wrong?” she demanded once more.
    Without answering her, Brock leaned down, captured her lips with his own, and lifted her into his arms. He kissed her deeply as he carried her into the bedroom. By the time they broke apart to breathe, Mikayla was beautifully pliant in his arms and her eyelids had become heavy with desire. She stood still and allowed him to strip her clothes away before he buckled the cuffs to her wrists. She smiled sweetly as he hooked them behind her back and urged her to her knees.
    “Are you comfortable, sub?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she answered, already looking relaxed. It still amazed him how beautiful his woman could look when she willingly submitted to his domination. Mikayla was everything he could ever ask for in a wife, a lover, and a submissive, and his love for her grew every day.
    Lachlan stood by the doorway, watching them as he lazily rubbed a hand over his hard cock. They had planned to test Mikayla on the proper use of her safe word but didn’t want to worry Tracey or Rick if they overheard them. Bondage could be easily misinterpreted, especially by a police officer who dealt with domestic violence on a daily basis.
    “I love you, Mikayla,” Brock said as he touched her face gently.
    “I love you, too, Brock. Now can I please suck your cock?”
    Brock tried to hide his smile, but even Lachlan laughed at their sub’s naughtiness. He stepped into the room, lifted Mikayla into his arms, and arranged her face down over his lap. Brock grabbed the ball gag from Lachlan’s bag, and Mikayla willingly opened her mouth and let him fasten it in place. He smiled at her relieved sigh and suspected it was as much from the fact he hadn’t used the O-ring as it was her relief that she’d be able to stay quiet and not upset anyone in the neighboring room.
    “Show me