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Holy cannoli! Her brother was teasing Law. Apparently poking the beast ran in the family.

This was it. She wasn’t even going to get to talk to her brother one last time before her Viking killed him. She grabbed Law’s leg and squeezed the stiff muscles. “Law, he’s had a tough time—” She broke off when Law returned her gesture by squeezing her backside.

“I don’t know. Seems like the seat she’s got works just fine, kid. Now, you wanna tell your sister you’re okay with where she’s sitting before she claws my leg off?”

Hold on. What was happening here? Who was this man whose lap she occupied, and what had he done with her Viking Daddy?

A glance back at Zane revealed him grinning like a loon. Wait. He was happy with her sitting in Law’s lap? Now it was her turn to look back and forth between them. Law must have made quite the impression on Zane since he’d been in Darling. Oh, she still wanted to talk to him. But now they’d be discussing a completely different topic than she’d thought.

Law rested his hand on her shoulder and, with a gentle touch, rubbed his thumb over the hickey he’d given her. Pulling her back to rest against his chest, he spoke softly, quiet words only she could hear. “I told you, fairy cat. I won’t let anything hurt you. It may take a while, but you’ll get used to the idea.”

It sounded too good to be true, but she was willing to give it a try. Now, all she had to deal with were the other men at the table. They seemed surprised and cautious about her being with Law. He’d mentioned that it had been a long time since he’d had a Little. Maybe they just needed to get used to seeing him with a Little girl. She hoped so.

It likely appeared as if Law was putting on a show by having her sit on his lap. She understood. For most men, having her therewould be a power play. Most men would think her compliance proved her weak, as if she’d do anything they ordered because she had no backbone. It would be all about them.

That wasn’t it with Law, though. With him, it wasn’t so much a want as a need. Something in him needed to stay connected to her, and the more obvious the connection, the better. Especially when they weren’t alone. It was another of those things she didn’t know how she knew. She just knew.

What shocked her more was that she needed it, too. She wanted everyone to know she was his, at least for now, and he was hers. No one else better sit on his lap. She’d have to shank a girl if they tried.

First, she’d have to make sure she knew what shank meant. She heard it on a lot of the TV shows she watched, likeOrange Is the New BlackandGood Girls. She just knew it was bad and effective.

She didn’t have to worry about what other men might do or say around her. No one would bother her with Law nearby. He would protect her. Protection had been her duty throughout her life. She’d protected Zane as best she could and herself. It was exhausting. Worrying about how to prevent bad things from happening consumed all her time.

Now, Law would take care of her and her brother. Her immediate problem was her nipples tightening. If he didn’t stop running his thumb over her side, he was going to have to visit her in the local insane asylum because his touch was driving her crazy.

Not in a bad way. She’d love his touch if they weren’t sitting at a table with seven other men, plus her brother. She didn’t want any of them to witness what his hand was making her want to do.

Geez! One trip to the little girls’ room with Law, and she was a wanton woman. To be honest, it had started the first time she’d laid eyes on him. That was way before he was her Daddy.

Her heart fluttered. She had a Daddy!

After all the years of wanting and wishing, not to mentionreading all those Daddy books, now she had a Daddy. At twenty-seven, she’d given up.

Add to that her being five feet eight inches tall, carrying at least fifteen extra pounds… yeah, she’d thought books were all she’d ever have.

But now, she had Law. And even if it didn’t last past their conversation with Zane, at least she knew what it was really like to have a Daddy. And not just any Daddy, either. She had her very own Viking Daddy.

Law had told her the names of everyone sitting at the table. “All right, let’s get this party started… wait, hold on.”

They watched with expressions varying from irritation to amusement as the Musketiaras staged their hourly protest.

Once they were finished, Deke let out a groan. “You know their protest is going in the next edition of The Daily Nugget, don’t you? And not tucked inside. No, brother, that shit is Grade A front page material.”

After a round of boisterous laughter from the girls quieted, Connor glared at Hutch. “You just had to provide them with the tequila they wanted.”

“Fuck no.” Hutch shook his head and grinned. “I gave them non-alcoholic tequila in a Jose Cuervo bottle.”

Breezy slurred a warning at the table. “You… you guys’re gonna wish you’d gi—” A hiccup caught her unaware. “’Scuse me. Um… wha’ was I sayin’? Oh yeah. You’re gonna wish... you’d giben in to… to our demans.”

“Then what the hell is that about?” Gage pointed at Breezy and the others.

Hutch grinned. “That’s all them, my friend. Personality plus an extremely vivid imagination.”

After a stunned silence, the men all looked down at their laps, their shoulders shaking with silent laughter. All except Law, whohowled. Lovelyn, making a stand for Little’s everywhere, glared at him.

Reid snarled. “Shut up, man. Do you want them camping out in the warehouse forever?”

Law bit his lip and gave a muffled, “Sorry, bossman. Hutch, I gotta hand it to you, brother. That was genius.”

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