Free The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Cassidy Browning Page B

landed on Decker. He shook his head slightly , and a fierce scowl took over his features, although the effect was dampened a little by him gingerly putting a hand to his nose. He squinted at the blood on his finger and snarled, “Who the fuck are you?”
    “Shut up and stay down,” Decker said in his most commanding tone. Confident that he wasn’t going to be immediately attacked, he turned to the girl. She was staring at him as if he had a halo and wings and had floated down from a cloud to save her.
    “Who the fuck are you?” she repeated in a whisper, her eyes huge.
    He held out his hand. “I’m Decker, ma’am. Are you all right?”
    She ignored his movement, nodding mutely at him. Her eyes flicked to the man on the ground and a smile began to play around her lips. “Blaze, meet Decker. Good name, by the way. You certainly did deck him.”
    “Yes, I did , and I’ll do it again, sport, if you ever try to force this young lady into doing something she doesn’t want to. Do we understand each other?”
    Blaze stood up, one hand over his nose, his eyes shooting fire. He growled something unintelligible and stalked past them. They watched him lean forward as if trying to make sure none of the blood got on his leather vest as he headed for the house.
    The woman turned back to Decker, smiling broadly now. She held out her hand with a little curtsey. “I’m Daphne. Thank you for saving me from a fate worse than death.”
    His eyes narrowed as he tried to decide whether she was laughing at him or not. It was impossible to tell.
    He took her hand. “I’m sure you could have handled him. I just couldn’t resist the chance to punch him in the nose. He seemed to require it.”
    They began walking back to the house together.
    “So, you’re the rock star?”
    She frowned. “Yeah, I guess so.”
    “You guess so? I would think that you’d be pretty sure of a thing like that.”
    “I wish I was. It’s just that my career is a little—uncertain right now. I’m not even sure I still want to be a rock star, you know? It’s kind of lonely.”
    “How can it be lonely? You’ve got a whole crew that travels with you. It looks to me like you’re surrounded by people.” He gestured toward the barn, where sounds of male voices drifted out. “And obviously they like you. Look at—what did you call him? Blaze? ‘Fizzle’ might suit him more.”
    A smile crossed her face, but there wasn’t much humor in it. “Right. What they like is what I can do for them. Blaze got me in my first band, and I don’t think I could ever make enough money to pay back what he thinks I owe him. When I hired Finn I thought Blaze was going to go crazy.”
    “Why?”
    She gave him a guarded glance. “Let’s just say that I spent a lot of money on Blaze. Finn stopped that. He also makes it a lot harder to keep up a rock star image.”
    “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.” Decker was aware that he was sounding like a parent, and he mentally kicked himself.
    “Oh, I suppose not.” Daphne stopped at the bottom of the back staircase and flopped down on the grass. She shaded her eyes from the late afternoon sun and peered up at him.
    He took a seat three steps up and spread his legs out over the wooden slats. Daphne sprawled at his feet, picking blades of grass and nibbling on them. It wasn’t exactly a submissive pose, but it struck a chord in him. He thought about Allie, who would no doubt be very subdued and formal, kneeling in front of her M aster. It was an attractive image, but this girl would be more like a wild filly . He’d have to catch and tame this one if he wanted her to be his submissive. He’d never had a brat before, he mused. She would definitely be a brat, at least at first.
    What the hell was he thinking? It was like all of the parts of himself that he’d repressed since Sharon’s death were flooding out now. There was no way this up-and-coming rock star was interested in him. He had to be a good ten years