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)
“Don’t tell anyone. It’s our secret.”
“I’m sorry, Faust. I’ve been nothing but trouble since you helped me.”
“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Whoever this guy is out there who hurt you yesterday, his behavior is not your fault.”
“Still, now it’s affecting you.”
“I can take care of myself, Pixie. He’s picking on you because he knows you’re not going to turn around and put him on the ground. Not that you’d want to. He’s not trying to give me candy.”
She had to snort at that visual image. “Did I hurt you?”
“Badly. I could use a few kisses.”
“You!” Molly couldn’t help herself from grinning at him. “I think I owe you a billion kisses.”
“You hit me right here,” he said, pointing at a spot on his chest.
Quickly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his skin.
“And here.” He tapped on his chin.
Molly didn’t hesitate in soothing that owie as well. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she took the initiative to kiss his lips directly before whispering, “Make love to me, Daddy.”
“Since we’re both awake…” he said with a wolfish grin.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he turned, lifting her body on top of his. He stroked his hands over her sides, guiding her up to sit straddling him. “You’ll have to be up here where I can keep an eye on you at all times.”
She could feel his body hardening against her, fueling her arousal as well. The view from above him was pretty darn fine as she traced his tattoos. The fiery look in his gaze was enough to reassure her that he found her attractive and desirable. Molly pushed away her insecurities and moved her hips against him.
Crossing her fingers, Molly sent a tiny prayer up to heaven. “Thank you for sending me Faust,” before enjoying the pleasures this amazing man lavished on her.
Chapter
Fifteen
Faust texted Molly on the hour. He’d wanted her promise to respond every half hour but had relented when she’d explained why that wouldn’t be possible. With his phone set up facing him, he watched for his screen to light up with an incoming message as he forced himself to work.
“Faust, I’ve got a question for you about a motor.” Kade strode in to stand braced against his counter.
“Move!” Faust roared.
Kade turned to see the phone behind him and smirked as he shifted out of the way. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just yell at your boss because I know you’ve got it bad, Daddysaurus.”
Faust shook his head. “You’re lucky I’m here.” He deliberately didn’t comment on his new nickname that had made it around the shop that morning.
“You wouldn’t be here if that Little girl of yours hadn’t promised to stay inside the church and only come out when you called this afternoon.”
“You’ve got that right.” Faust checked the screen again. No message. “Distract me. What did you need?”
“I’ve got someone at the front desk with a question about a rebuilt motor on a vintage bike. It sounds to me like a kit build, but he’s assuring me it isn’t. Could you see what you discover as you speak engine to him?” Kade asked.
“Let me send Molly a message and I’ll follow you up.”
“Perfect.”
Little girl. You promised to answer me. If you want to sit down to type tomorrow…
Taking his phone, Faust headed for the front of the shop. There a man stood, looking around. He looked uncomfortable, like he wasn’t used to being in a cycle repair shop.
“You had a question about a motor?”
“Yeah. You ever worked on something like this?” The man held up his phone, displaying a picture of something much different than a motorcycle.
With a roar, Faust rushed forward, thrusting a forearm under the man’s chin to drive him back against the supply shelves. He ignored the scattering of the customers from the waiting area. They didn’t matter. Holding the threat pinned there by the neck, Faust felt the Guardians ring behind him without asking a single question. “Where is she?”
He eased up on the man’s throat slightly to allow him to draw a breath and answer.
“You’ll never find her without me,” he rasped.
“That doesn’t keep me from hurting you badly. Your tongue will still work if I start breaking bones.” Faust moved quickly and ripped the phone out of the man’s hand. He tossed it over his shoulder, knowing one of his brothers behind him would catch it.
“Don’t mess up his face. You know this piece of shit has his phone enabled for facial recognition,” Kade said in a tone devoid of emotion that spoke volumes about how far he would go to back up Faust.
“I’m looking at the picture, Faust. There’s no indication that she’s hurt. She looks surprised.” Steele’s voice came from behind him, cool, logical.
Faust’s blood continued to boil. He wouldn’t come down from berserker mode until she was in his arms. “Grab my phone from my bench and call her.”