Donnchadh - Lynn Hagen Page 0,34

to expect.” He waved a hand at Donnchadh. “I love the hair.”

Donnchadh smiled. “Thanks. I love the gown.”

Richard chuckled, and Getty smiled. “I plan on going dancing in it later tonight. Show all the ladies my exposed rear end.”

“Gross,” Getty said. “I don’t want to hear about my dad’s naked butt.”

“Thanks.” Richard nodded. “Thanks for being there for my boy. I’ve been a shitty father, and Getty deserves someone in his life who’ll love him the way he deserves to be loved.”

No one had said anything about love. Getty wasn’t even sure about his feelings, except that he never wanted Donnchadh to walk away.

“I’ll take real good care of him, sir.”

“I suspect you will,” Richard said. “I can see by the way you look at him that Getty means everything to you.”

They talked for a bit more before Getty said his father needed his rest. “I’ll send Bim— Amanda in here.”

His father waved. “She can cool off out there. There’s no rush.”

“I’ll stop back by and check on you later.” Getty squeezed his dad’s hand and walked out with Donnchadh. Bimbo was nowhere around. She was probably off somewhere finding comfort in another man’s arms.

“Thanks.” Getty leaned into Donnchadh as they walked to the exit. “For bringing me here.”

“I told you, shorty.” Donnchadh kissed the top of his head. “Anything for you. I know you told me all about him, but he seems like a nice guy.”

“Parents are far from perfect and can sometimes grate on your last nerve, but I’d rather deal with his imperfections than Rocco’s.”

Getty had explained about the Black River when they’d gotten back to Donnchadh’s apartment, of how it had led Getty to the bar, and how Rocco, the guy Donnchadh had slugged, had been Getty’s real father.

“Maybe knowing who your father is ain’t all it’s cracked up to be,” Donnchadh said.

Somehow Getty had a feeling Donnchadh was talking about himself. His warrior had never known his father, and it was possible that was a blessing.

“I need to stop at my house to grab a few things since I’m going to be at your place for a while.”

Before heading to the clinic, they’d gotten Getty’s car from in front of Bistro. It was now parked in the parking lot, and once again Getty snickered when Donnchadh worked his way into the passenger seat. The guy looked folded up and very uncomfortable.

“This mode of transportation sucks,” Donny griped. “I feel like I’ve stuffed myself into a sardine can.”

“You could always meet me there,” Getty offered as he started the car. “It’s not that far of a drive.”

“I’m not leaving your side,” Donnchadh said. “You’ve proved you know how to get yourself into trouble.”

And things were still dangerous. Donnchadh hadn’t said that part, but it hung in the air between them.

“Just get us there before I need a chiropractor.”

“My poor baby.” Getty slid his hand into Donnchadh’s as he drove home. “I’ll massage out all your kinks.”

“I have a huge kink between my legs.”

Getty burst out laughing. That was exactly what he’d needed. A good laugh to ease the tension in his chest after seeing his dad looking so worn out and defeated.

“I guess I better grab some massage oil while I’m at home.”

Donnchadh squeezed his hand. “The biggest bottle you have.”

“You think your dick is that big?” Getty teased, knowing damn well Donnchadh was hung.

And the guy knew exactly how to use his cock. Getty had been addicted since the first night they’d hooked up and had sex. He never thought things between them would come to this, but he was glad they had.

He pulled into the driveway, and Donnchadh peeled himself out of the car. He pressed his hands on his lower back and stretched.

“While you realign your back, I’ll go grab what I need.” Like more clothes and some other things he needed for his laptop. Getty hadn’t thought he’d be staying that long at Donnchadh’s, but the guy had insisted, and Getty wanted to be as comfortable as possible in the demon realm.

And he wanted some more of those delicious wings. As soon as they got back, Getty was having Donnchadh take him to King Wings.

He stepped inside the house. He’d been half expecting to find a mess from his dad and Bimbo’s argument. He knew that was why his father had had his heart attack, and no one could tell him otherwise.

Too bad Getty couldn’t find a decent woman for his dad and get Bimbo out of their lives.

Getty was headed to