Getting It Right by Saoirse Roghan

Author:Saoirse Roghan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: military, spanking, special ops, domestic discipline, otk, dominant male, over the knee, alpha male, spanking romance, saoirse roghan
Publisher: Blushing Books

Chapter Nine

The next morning, at 11:43 Joaquin bumped Bruce’s shoulder. The general chaos of the high school cafeteria swarmed around him. Joaquin kept his eyes on his target, but stooped to put his mouth closer to Bruce’s ear. “Hoka Hey.” (Today is a good day to die.) Context is everything in the old language. Could refer to a philosophy of life. In this context: not.

Bruce whipped his head around. “What the fuck?”

Dude had it. “My back,” Joaquin murmured, still no eye contact, and moved into the throng.

He pulled a long breath deep into his diaphragm and thought about life with relationships and obligations. He’d had none really, for a long time, until he had found his way into Emma June’s brood. Now he would with great reluctance, die for the one he called Little Momma. Never mind that Bruce, the elder, called Emma June by that name. He used it to refer to Georgia. He loved Emma June and appreciated all she tried to do, and did do. But he knew the practical, savvy, focused, attention-to-minute-detail teeny girl was crucial to all of their tenuous survival. Lately, he had begun to want to survive. Plus, he loved her for that shit. So, yeah, today might well be the day.

Several females shot him glances. A few jocks made kissy noises, which he ignored. How easily his knife would slide into their football-toned bodies. Ahead, leaning a shoulder against a wall, Davis murmured to a friend, tossing something from hand to hand, an expression that, for Davis, served as a smile, on his face.

Joaquin had planned this; he slammed into Davis, who caught himself and Joaquin. Neither of them hit the ground. Like that would last. “Watch where you’re going!” Joaquin snarled.

His brother’s mouth twitched. For Davis, this meant rolling on the floor hilarious.

Joaquin shoved at the hand, which had saved him, spouting obscenities.

Now a glimmer appeared in Davis’ eyes. “Fuck. You’re high.”

Which was a reasonable explanation considering the recent events in his life. Joaquin performed an impersonation of his volatile father and went off like a rocket. “Fuck me! So I’m high! Women in your family screw their fathers!”

He was bent over, gasping and then on the floor before he’d even finished the last syllable. But he came back, game, a job to do, which would not be accomplished by going down at the first blow. He managed a quick glimpse; Davis had detonated all right. He stood waiting, one hand beckoning Joaquin to get up and come again.

And Christ. On. The. Cross. He was going to have to.

Joaquin’s greatest accomplishment as an addict had been to survive. But he had been on the streets long enough to have some moves. He made it to his feet, spitting blood. Davis circled, cold, focused, and then coming at him and Joaquin stumbled into the crowd, which had quickly formed. He ducked a blow, which instead connected as he’d hoped, with an innocent bystander, who reacted. The safety was short-lived; a hand grabbed him by the hair and hauled.

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