Lily (Forever Wicked 13)

Lily (Forever Wicked)
Second Edition
Megan Slayer
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Copyright ©2013 Megan Slayer

John pulled the car into the parking spot below Neverland and cut the engine. He'd been away too long. Too many nights since he'd seen the woman who owned his soul. He and Michael knew they wanted Tiger Lily as their permanent sub, but with the fiasco with the cranky wolf shifter who refused to submit to anyone, he questioned his skills with any sub. Michael managed to talk him into coming back to Neverland, but he worried about their time with Tiger Lily.

John patted his pocket. Michael insisted he and John should sit down with her. They needed to sort out what they wanted from her. Taking her shouldn't have been so difficult. He loved her. Michael loved her.

Michael pulled into the parking spot next to John and hopped out of his sports car. "Man, we gotta get in there." A lock of his dark hair flopped over his forehead. "Our girl is gone."

"Gone?" John's heart dropped to his toes and ice slid through his veins. "Details."

"We moved too slow. She decided to take another Dom or some shit. I can't figure out the fucking text. Says she's lonely. Well, no shit. We left her alone." The color drained from Michael's face. "This wasn't supposed to happen." His blue eyes blazed. "She's our girl."

"Wait. How do you know she took another Dom? Even Peter wouldn't know about that." John still doubted his talents as a Dom, but he refused to give up the woman he loved without a fight. "What did she say?"

"She sent a text that says she's done with us." Michael raked his fingers through his hair. "I knew this would happen. I knew it."

"It's a text, first of all. Second, face-to-face speaking will sort this out. Third, if you freak out now, we'll go in there with a head of steam and piss her off."

"True." Michael dropped his arms and loosened his tie. "You're right. But you also need your confidence back. She needs to know what we expect. You take the lead."

John sighed. Michael was right. Damn it. But Tiger Lily mattered too much for him to worry about his damned confidence. He and Michael loved her. He snapped his fingers. "Once we find her, we claim her and never let her go. You prep the room and I'll hunt her down if she's not there."

With Michael hot on his heels, John strode into the club. He bypassed the main desk and made his way to the private room he shared with Michael and Tiger Lily. Michael burst through the doorway first and growled.

"She's not here." Michael's eyes flashed. "I don't like this."

"Patience." John shrugged out of his suit coat and tossed the garment as well as his tie onto the leather couch. "I'll find her. Prep."

John left Michael to get the room ready. "If I were an upset Indian princess, where would I be?" he muttered to himself. A couple of possibilities came to mind. She liked Peter, but he doubted their friend had time for her. Wendy took up too much of his time and rightly so. The main playroom? No, Lily hated being watched. John gritted his teeth. He wove through the maze of corridors. What memories would stoke her libido?

The pirate ship room. He shuddered. The gigantic ship meant little to him, but she loved a good damsel in distress session. An icy chill ran the length of his spine. Too many bad memories in ships, like Wendy nearly being killed not once but twice, and Tiger Lily nearly being drowned when they were all children.

John crept into the massive room. Water splashed from the massive waterfall in the corner, and the sound of laughter from the mermaids filled the air. A couple of seahorse men chatted with the mermaids -- no doubt trying to hook up. He scoped out the scene for his girl. If he were hurting and lost, where would he go?

After a moment, he spotted her. He'd know the light brown shift dress and gorgeous tanned legs anywhere. She perched on the plank sticking out of the side of the ship. Damn her lack of fear. He hated heights but rescuing her from the plank meant dealing with his fears. Screw it. She mattered too much.

John climbed the main ladder to the ship and crossed the main deck. He sat on the railing.

"My pet likes water play? Or to play with heights?" He forced himself to sound angry and relieved. She loved when he used his commanding voice. "I should punish you for running away."

Her shoulder edged up in a tiny shrug, but she didn't look at him. She kicked her feet, and the delicate bells around her ankle dinged.

"Excuse me? Is that how you address me?" He stood at his full height and cleared his voice. "Lily?"

She jerked around and glanced over her shoulder. "I'm sorry." She stood, then crept past him. The blue and green beads in her hair sparkled in the light. "Sir? May I speak freely?"

"I expect you to." He crooked his fingers under her chin. "Why did you do this?"

Lily sighed. "I wanted you to find me."