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)
“Faust’s good at everything, but he has a magical touch with engines,” Steele said. “Mine is running smoother than it did straight off the assembly line.”
A woman appeared next to Steele, and he wrapped his arm around her waist to pick her up. He set her gently on his lap before leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.
“Did you get tired of the blanket fort?” he asked.
“No. I wanted to get to know Molly better. I also thought I could eat one more taco,” Ivy answered.
“Let’s see.” Steele gently poked her tummy in three different places. “There’s enough room in there for two tacos.”
Ivy laughed. Her delighted giggle made everyone around smile.
“Here you go, Little girl,” Gabriel said, placing a plate with two tacos on it in front of her.
“I can’t eat both of those,” Ivy protested.
“You won’t have to. Eden’s on her way over to help you,” Gabriel said, nodding at his Little girl who approached.
“Oh, good.” Ivy smiled at Molly. “Hi, Molly. I’m Ivy.”
“Hi, Ivy,” Molly said and wiggled a bit closer to Faust.
He wrapped his arm over the top of her chair and hugged her to him reassuringly. “The motorcycle club has officers that guide the actions of the group. Steele was chosen to be the president. He’s Ivy’s Daddy.”
“So, you’re like the head of the Littles group?” Molly whispered.
“Oh, no. We don’t have any leaders. We just have fun,” Ivy reassured her as the other woman sat down.
Gabriel placed an empty plate in front of her and two similar cups in front of each Little. “Ivy would like you to eat one of her tacos. Could you help her out?”
“Sure, Daddy,” Eden said with a smile at the handsome man taking care of the kitchen before scooping up the nearest taco. “Mmm. Just how I like them.”
“A little birdie gave me the inside scoop,” Gabriel said before dropping a kiss on her head and wandering off.
“I’m Eden, Molly. I’m glad to meet you.” The new arrival waved her taco Molly’s way and added, “My Daddy makes the best tacos.”
“Hi. They’re delicious. If Ivy’s Daddy is the president, is your Daddy the vice president?” Molly asked.
“Nope. That’s Storm.” She turned and pointed to a bearded man with tattoos covering his muscular arms. “Gabriel is the chaplain.”
“So, he’s a minister?” Molly asked, leaning forward.
“Not like a church minister who gives a sermon on Sunday. Gabriel supports everyone. A lot of people come to him to talk about things. He does fun activities like taco night to get everyone together,” Eden said. “He and Bear feed us a lot. Everyone loves when he makes food.”
“Everything is amazing,” Molly said and took another bite.
The other women followed suit and they all munched happily for a minute as Faust methodically devoured the ones on his plate. He knew Molly watched him out of the corner of her eye.
“The record for number of tacos eaten at one meal is twenty-seven,” Ivy whispered.
“Who ate that many?” Molly asked.
“Me. I was hungry,” Blade volunteered.
Molly looked at Faust and he shook his head. “I’d have to run miles to work those off.” He rubbed his hand over his abdomen and stifled a groan as Molly’s gaze followed his movement before shifting a bit lower.
She is going to be the death of me. Faust clamped down on his control. He didn’t need to get a hardon at the table.
“Drink some milk, Pixie,” he suggested, and her gaze zipped up to meet his. Her cheeks turned pink as she realized he’d caught her ogling him. Quickly, she picked up the cup and drank deeply.
“I like that. Pixie. My Daddy calls me Ladybug,” Eden shared.
When Molly looked over at Ivy, she answered the unspoken question. “I’m Little girl,” Ivy offered.
“Does everyone have a Little girl?” Molly whispered.
“Not everyone is so lucky,” Blade answered.
“She’s out there, Blade. You just need to find her. We thought Faust would be the last one…” Ivy’s voice drifted off as if she felt she’d stuck her foot in her mouth.
Faust snorted and took another bite. It didn’t bother him at all to have the others skeptical that he could attract someone as special as a Little girl. He couldn’t believe his luck, either.
“What do you mean? Why would Faust have trouble finding his Little girl?” Molly demanded in a defensive tone Faust had never heard from her.
“Unruffle your feathers, Pixie. They didn’t mean anything bad.”
“Oh, no! The minute that came out of my mouth I knew I’d said that wrong. Sorry. Faust would protect any of the Shadowridge Guardians and their Littles until his last breath.” Ivy rushed to smooth over her blunder.
“Definitely.” Eden backed her up.
“Does anyone feel like playing Simon Says?” Faust asked to distract everyone.
“Could we? You’ll be Simon?” Eden asked.
“I’ll be Simon,” he agreed.
“Faust is the best Simon. No one can ever tell from his expression if he’s trying to get you out,” Ivy shared.