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The expression on Law’s face was hard to define. Viking Daddies could do that. He was studying her like she was a bug. “What are you thinking?”

“Honestly?”

“Always.”

“I’m thinking my childhood was adulthood in disguise. And I’m thinking the first thing I want to do when we get to Sabre is spend time with Zane. But the second thing I want to do is meet the… what was it you called them? The Musketeers?”

“Close. They call themselves the Musketiaras. You’re going to love them.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

Law reached out to her again and ran his finger through her hair. Such a simple thing, but it felt amazing and somehow intimate. The tenderness of his gesture robbed her of the ability to sit still. Instead, she angled her head and rubbed her cheek against his palm like a cat.

Oh. Good. Lord.

What was that?

Just shoot me. Please, shoot me now!

With his hand still wound in her hair, she braved a glance in his direction. Her breath caught as he introduced her to yet another of Law’s smiles. This one brought her nipples back to points and wrecked what was left of her panties.

The intensity of his gaze stole her breath. His lips parted slightly as he shifted in his seat, leaning toward her. His muscles tightened, and she waited, unmoving, for him to pounce.

But he didn’t. He blinked slowly and shook his head. The moment seemed to last an eternity, though it was only seconds. He turned back to the road, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard it groaned.

Without turning his head, he tried to pretend what had just happened was ordinary. “Let’s get you to Sabre.”

She faced the front as well, mortified, confused, and squirming to calm her lady bits down. But out of the corner of her eye, she noticed she wasn’t the only one squirming.

CHAPTER 12

Law pictured the most boring things he could the rest of the way to Sabre in hopes the images would calm his cock down. If he walked into Sabre with his dick leading the way, his brothers would ask too many questions he couldn’t have answered. Not and keep his job.

He should never have touched her again. But when she’d called the girl’s club the wrong name, she looked embarrassed and defeated. Those eyes were begging him to comfort her. And her hair, spilling down over her shoulders like thick waves of deep, molten amber.

Fuck. He’d had to touch it. To see for himself if it was still as luscious and soft as it had been before. But it wasn’t. It was so much better. The scent of her shampoo filled the cab, making him want to pull over again and bury his face in her hair.

Then she’d closed her eyes and rubbed her face against his hand and holy shit. He almost came in his jeans at the look of ecstasy on her face. Like she’d be happy to cuddle against him all day. Like it took all she could do not to lick his palm.

It’s a good thing she didn’t, because if she had,they wouldn’t have made it to Sabre. Hell, just her nuzzling his palm had sparked desires inside him that hadn’t been roused in years.

The things he wanted to do to her would terrify her. He’d had to force himself not to pounce on her and take what was his. And therein lay the problem. Because she wasn’t his.

Not even close.

When they pulled into the parking lot at Deep Dive, Lovie leaned forward to take in the building. Since it was the only local adult arcade and bar, housed in a large warehouse, it was a notable establishment.

“Deep Dive?” She turned back to him, looking like a grumpy kitten. It was adorable. Which sucked because it made him want to cuddle her. “What’s Deep Dive? I thought we were going to Sabre to meet with your team so we could finally go get Zane.”

“We are, fairy cat. I promise you’ll see Zane soon. Deep Dive and Sabre Security are both owned by Reid Nolan. The ground floor is Deep Dive. It’s mainly a bar, but there’s a dance floor that doubles as a skating rink when the Musketiaras are around. There are also arcade games, darts, and pool tables. The Sabre Security offices are located on the second floor. Wait here, and I’ll come get the door.”

He made it five steps around the truck before she tried to open the door. It took her longer than he’d thought it would. The child safety locks remained engaged at all times, whether the truck was on or off. She wasn’t going anywhere. He stood still, waiting for her to reach the same conclusion.

She glared at him, yelled at him, and then threw a hissy fit. If she wasn’t about to get the surprise of her life, she’d be walking into Sabre with a red hot ass.

After she had leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest, he opened the door. “You should have figured out by now that tantrums don’t work with me. Not unless you’re aiming to get your ass blistered. I don’t bluff, and I always meet achallenge. I don’t care if you are my Little or someone else’s Little. If you knowingly break a safety rule, I will blister your ass. I thought you’d learned that lesson, but we can go over it again if you need to.”

Her eyes were wide, but there wasn’t any fear in them. Caution, yes. Curiosity, yes. But no fear. Another good sign. As he lifted her out of the truck, she grabbed his shoulders. As if he’d drop her. It was insulting.

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