Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Giving her a reassuring squeeze, Faust assured her, “You’re fine. Someone didn’t get the gate secured correctly.”
Steele’s face hardened and he exchanged a look with Kade. The two men would figure out who didn’t do their job correctly. Not only were there a large number of expensive bikes parked in the lot, but the amount of equipment housed in the shop was vast as well. No one should be stupid enough to try to rob the Shadowridge Guardians, but if given the opportunity, someone would take advantage.
“Is she staying?” Kade asked Faust.
“Not long,” Faust answered. His Little girl was not ready for him to take her to bed. That kiss had been sweet but tentative. Her experience was limited.
“I can go now,” Molly offered nervously.
“No rush,” Steele told her before looking at Faust. “You’ll lock everything up?”
Faust nodded.
“Let’s go. The Li… girls will be scared when we’re out here for so long.” Kade corrected himself from saying something else as he opened the door for everyone.
In a minute they were gone, and the shop was quiet. When Faust turned to face Molly, she grinned and reached up to wipe away the pudding at the corner of his lips. That grin disappeared when he trapped her hand and guided her finger into his mouth.
He loved the undisguised passion on her face as he swirled his tongue around her index finger. She shimmied closer and pressed a hand to his chest. Faust controlled his desire to sweep everything off his workstation to make love to her. A second plan popped into his head, and he pushed away the idea he could scoop her up and carry her through the clubhouse to his apartment.
He gently pulled her hand away from his face, releasing her digit with a small pop. “Little girl, thank you for the banana pudding.”
“You’re welcome,” she answered politely in a rough voice.
“I’m going to send you home. I’ll see you after work tomorrow.”
“Oh. You probably have a billion things to do and I’m interrupting.” Molly immediately stepped away from him.
“If I keep you here, I’m going to devour a lot of that pudding,” he told her, holding her gaze with his.
“Oh!” she repeated and turned a cute shade of pink.
“You’re not ready for that. Perhaps on the third day…” He allowed that suggestion to trail away.
“Oh! I should go,” she said quickly. “Eat more pudding and then put it in the refrigerator. You have to eat it with that spoon. It makes it taste the best.”
“Let’s get you in your car.”
Faust accompanied her outside and opened her door. When she was safely inside, he leaned in, crowding her against the seat as he fastened her seatbelt. His hand adjusted the strap across her torso, allowing the back of his fingers to brush lightly over her small breasts. Her quick intake of breath told him she’d enjoyed his touch.
“Thank you for the banana pudding, Pixie. Drive safely home and text me when you’re safe inside your apartment.”
“Okay. Faust…”
He pressed his lips to hers in a light kiss, cutting off her words. When he lifted his head, Faust told her, “Start practicing calling me Daddy.”
“Daddy?” she repeated, wide-eyed.
He rewarded her with another kiss before telling her, “Drive carefully.”
Forcing himself to stand up, Faust stepped back to close her door and watched her fumble around to start her car. He liked knowing she was affected by his kisses. He walked to the open gate to close it after her.
To his delight, she pulled into the drive and stopped to throw him a kiss before heading through the gate and onto the road. Faust caught himself waving and shook his head as she disappeared over a hill. He had it bad.
After closing the gate, he looked at the lock. It was dark out here, but he couldn’t see any marks indicating someone had messed with it. Someone had just fucked up and not secured it. A stickler for safety, Faust’s usual anger was lessened by his Little’s visit.
Returning to the shop, he closed and locked the door, tucking the bat he’d thrown away back into its spot by the register. Striding toward his work area, Faust picked up the big metal spoon laying amid his tools. He ate several bites before forcing himself to stop.
Faust recovered the bowl. Carrying it and the spoon, he crossed into the clubhouse. He flipped off everyone who inquired about the dish, teasing him about the Little’s visit.
“Stop that.” Ivy raised her voice to be heard. “I’m glad Faust found his Little and I can’t wait to meet her.”
Carlee hooked her arm with Ivy and said, “Ditto.”
One by one, all the Littles made an adorable chain. Each looked determined.
“Thank you, Littles,” Faust said, keeping his expression serious.
“No ribbing Faust about his Little,” Atlas proposed, and Carlee ran over to reward him with a kiss.