Chapter 1:9 A King Kong Cock, By Vince 

Whether Grimm is oblivious to the woman we destroyed as he is to the fact that Rourke could squash him like a bug, he continues to search and fiddle with the dozen gadgets he’s juggling.

“Thanks Sarge, just need a sec to get started,” Grimm finally acknowledges Daddy, but doesn’t offer his full attention.

So rather than pull out the stool Rourke put behind him further, the Titan kicks it under Grimm’s knees.

I may be reading too far into it, but there’s still a considerable level of frustration when the oblivious kid goes about whatever he’s doing.

Idea is, that with so many new players, Rourke is having Grimm set up a program that most intelligence agencies around the world have.

Something that allows Rourke to record if not tap into live phone calls whenever keywords are said. Proving that no matter how young he looks, Grimm has black level access.

Rourke again, suffers in silence, helping himself to whatever breakfast Grimm brought with him rather than outwardly pouting.

It’s not until Grimm opens an energy drink with his teeth that Rourke bites into the sandwich to suppress the Daddy reflex.

The last thing his new hyperactive puppy needs is caffeine.

I’m no Daddy, no caregiver either.

I may spend hours talking someone into something, but once I nut, I’m out, period. I have learned to handle the soft things Rourke and my brother enjoy, but not outside of their sexual needs.

Other than the initial proposition, my partners handle the physical health, emotional stability, and after care elements required of dominant submissive relationships.

They provide a softness, I just can’t.

My father made sure that his heir to the Morretti family legacy that I had all the emotions trained if not beaten out of me by the I reached kindergarten; when a rival gang put a hit out on me.

Being what I am. Who I am isn’t a right by birth or any other means. I earned my title with blood, sweat, hard work, and determination.

Rourke, just like Nico, may be of the few that own the fact we weren’t born to this life.

We all chose it.

They still maintained a sense of compassion and tenderness I’m not sure whether I was born with in the first place.

Being ignored is a pet peeve the giant and I share more so than Nico, and Rourke’s growl joining his first bite of breakfast says the attraction isn’t a figment of my imagination.

Daddy wants Grimm’s attention, but doesn’t get it until he tears into the bagel stacked with eggs, cheese, veggies, and meat.

The woman I’d nearly forgotten watching the unprecedented interaction between my partner and a man, groans in tune with the puppy tilting his head up to the giant.

“Daddy?” The question from the loft matches Grimm’s blink perfectly.

Not to mention makes the kid flush all the way to the tops of his ears before looking down again. Purposefully ignoring Rourke’s glare this time, when Grimm falls back into the pings and bings of whatever equipment he’s setting up.

I give the moaning call even less attention than Daddy does.

Odd for him.

Rourke’s never ignored his title by anyone he’s been with, regardless of being in contract with them or not.

All of our noses twitch to the smell of burnt eggs, and those broader shoulders lift.

“Sorry, Sarge,” the oops face from Grimm is another hit of the sweetness Rourke leans to, and Rourke opts to finish his coffee to keep the inner Daddy coming out again. Having already polished the sandwich he was using as a buffer between them.

Even if something is there, Rourke hasn’t admitted to himself, let alone Grimm yet. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so passive-aggressive.

Rourke and I are similar in the fact that we don't take action of any kind until we have a basic map of how things will go in our head. Besides, I'm sure I'd be the first to know if he'd made that step, regardless of the Elena situation.

Right now, he's feeling it out if not battling with his own strict hetero status.

I knew I'd get backlash, but was entirely unprepared for the extent of Nico's bitch fit, and needed a break. It's why we're doing this here rather than with him at my place.

Not like Rourke and I did much talking after I dropped the engagement bomb on him.

A discussion we've tabled just like the one I'd like to have, with Grimm gobbling a breakfast sandwich the size of Rourke’s fist in it in practically one bite.

With both hands busy, Grimm’s knee still bops and bumps while he clacks away on the laptop with more than a few other gadgets tacked on to the device.

Puppy’s mouth must be attached to the same motor as his leg as he talks us through all the tech crap he’s doing. “Fuck me kid...” I know Rourke’s about to demand the same thing I am ‘English’.

Daddy barely gets out the correction he can’t bite down before Grimm lands a comeback with a wit as fast as the rest of his hyperactive parts.

“Forgot my lube, and you’re missing a few zeros on my check before I deep throat a King Kong cock," my coffee flies out of my nose as much as my mouth.

In a lightning quick response, the paper bag that Rourke discarded is snatched to block the modded brick Grimm’s working on, before one drop of my outburst lands on it.

Guess the puppy is like every other hard ass Rourke employs. Nothing other than Reapers and bullets move that fast.

“Oh shit,” Grimm’s honey gold eyes blink at the screen, before he tries to fix whatever he’s clearly broken.

“I have so had a one-night stand!” A female voice shrills from Rourke’s phone.

We’re clearly tapping into a live conversation rather than listening to a recording.

I have no idea which key word the infuriated woman used to have us connect. Only that whoever is on the other end of her phone call is in for it with the tone she’s using.

“My not getting laid since you set me up with a married man is no excuse, Roman!”

“I....” A presumably male voice comes back, and rather than let the kid clack away to cut off whatever conversation we happened on, I hold my hand in front of the screen.

I could use a distraction, and besides, just because women and kids are off limits to my people, doesn’t mean they don’t get involved in things they shouldn’t.

“My not returning your calls has nothing to do with the fact I haven’t had sex in months!” Rourke’s darker brows lift while mine draw, and even the puppy is engaging, tilting his head.

“I do understand that if I don’t get off three times a week, I’m a total brat, but I also have a trusty vibrator and an imagination to take care of that."

All three of us mirror the ‘did she just say what I think she said’ face. At least Rourke and I, considering he demands at least three times that in a single session.

“What I don’t have is a frizzing job because you decided to send me a dildo with a flash mob demonstrating in song and dance how to properly prepare and use the demonoid King Kong cock on my first day!”

Well this just got interesting. Not even the puppy is tempted to turn it off, with that being said. Odd as that is, what she says next......