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“Umm, favorite childhood memory. I think that would be our Fourth of July celebrations growing up. Mom and Dad had extended family, and we’d travel to Colorado for the holiday. We’d stay in a cabin at a resort. Think of the activities like in Dirty Dancing. They had painting, crafts, dancing, shuffleboard, volleyball. You name it, you could participate. I loved it when I was in elementary school.”

“Did you quit going, or did it change as you got older?” Slice asked.

Well, so this question wasn’t as tame as she thought, but if they had any hope of having a long-term relationship like Slice indicated, then she’d need to open up and be vulnerable.

“It’s changed as I got older.”

“If you don’t want to tell me, we can wait, but I’m not going to judge you,” Slice said.

Slice had relaxed as he drove and was only steering with his left hand. His right was resting on the seat. Faith twined her fingers with his. He turned a little and smiled at her. Oh, this man’s smile made her feel warm and gooey inside.

“As I went through puberty, my boobs weren’t the only thing that got bigger. It was hard enough to have boobs that stuck out five inches in front of my chest as a twelve-year-old, but my tummy and butt started packing on the curves, too. Mom even took me to a doctor to make sure I wasn’t overweight. I wasn’t. The doctor called me big-boned and sturdy. The kids at the resort called me fatty and other mean names. Hope, of course, as my older sister, stood up for me. She got a black eye because she got physical with the boys who were being mean.”

Slice gave her hand a light squeeze. “I wish I could have been there to defend you. So I want to get this out of the way. I don’t want any misconceptions.”

Faith’s heart clenched, worrying about what he was going to say.

“I am not with you inspiteof your weight. I am not overlooking your weight because you have a fantastic personality. I love your curves, and I can’t wait to get my hands on them, each and every hill and curve. I dream of uncovering each inch of you and worshipping you. I’m a big guy, and I love the fact you’re a big girl. Do you hear me, Faith? There is no part of your body that you need to be ashamed of or try to hide from me. I am not some insecure adolescent who doesn’t know what a treasure you are.” Slice paused as he let go of her hand and slid his hand to her thigh, giving it a little squeeze. “I can’t wait until I have these wrapped around my head as I make you come while screaming my name.”

Faith swallowed because her mouth was dry, but her panties were wet—oh so wet with the way Slice made her feel. Her hardened nipples were aching for Slice. He smiled at her, sliding his fingers across her breast until he could tweak her hardened nipple.

“I think that turns you on a little, which makes me very happy, Faith. I want it all with you. Now, we probably need to do some different questions if I’m going to be able to walk into the bar when we arrive,” he said, shifting the hard-on pressing against his jeans to a more comfortable position.

Faith wanted to reach over and touch his cock, but they were close to the bar. She didn’t want to mess up them going in to dinner.

“I want it all too,” she said softly.

Slice grinned.

Chapter Seventeen

Faith drove out of town toward the compound. She knew it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but she didn’t care. Technically, no one knew she’d heard the message the social worker had left on her phone saying that LB’s uncle had said he’d take custody. When she’d talked with the person assigned to LB’s case yesterday, she said there were no leads, but she’d let Faith know if anything changed. The message from the woman today wasn’t from Faith’s contact person, and the woman didn’t leave a name or number. She just said she would be by Faith’s house at five p.m. to collect LB.

A shiver had run through Faith, and she’d known she was just going to leave school and head to the compound. She was supposed to be picking up LB from daycare today. Slice was working at the range.

She’d texted Sarah requesting that no one be allowed to pick up LB besides Faith or Slice and said she’d explain later. She also texted Slice that she was on her way and needed to talk.

Faith didn’t want to have anything incriminating in text, but she had a horrible feeling about this supposed uncle. Why wouldn’t LB’s normal case worker call or text Faith?

The compound’s gates were closed, but they opened as Faith turned the corner. Slice was standing near the gate, motioning her to drive in. Faith slowed down to make the turn and glanced behind her to make sure the gate was closing. She stopped the car and rolled down her window.

“Are you okay to drive to the next place, or do you want me to?” Slice asked.

Faith unlocked her seat belt and scooted across the seat to the passenger side, letting Slice get in and drive. He drove behind the clubhouse and down a road past some houses until he came to a large house with an attached garage. The garage door was open, and Slice pulled inside. Before they got out, the garage door closed behind them.

“Let’s get the boys in and we can discuss what’s going on,” Slice said, squeezing her hand reassuringly before helping the boys out of the car.

Faith got out and followed Slice into the house. When she walked in, the house was crowded with a lot of the MC.

“Isaiah and Micah, the kids are upstairs in the playroom and have snacks for after school. Let me show you where it is,” Regina said, taking the boys’ hands and leading them up the stairs.

Slice pulled her into his arms and held her tight. For the first time since she’d listened to the message, she could relax. Slice would help her figure this out and keep everyone safe.

The back door opened with Scoop holding it as Sarah walked in carrying LB in his carrier. She placed him and his diaper bag on the kitchen island.

“He didn’t even wake up on the drive over,” Sarah whispered.

“Thank you,” Faith said.

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