Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Do all the Devil Daddies work there?”
“No, Precious. There are men from many different walks of life who belong to the MC. The guys you’ll see the most are those who hold positions in the warehouse or help at Inferno.”
“That makes sense.” Caroline finished her bourbon and handed the glass to Wraith. She curled up on his chest and closed her eyes.
Wraith grabbed her blanket from the back of the couch where she must have abandoned it when she took off for the guard shack. He draped it over her lap. While she was at the cabin, Caroline didn’t stray too far from the soft fabric. It often flopped on him at night when she turned over with it held in her hand.
“Thanks, Daddy. I’m glad you’re home,” she told him before yawning.
“Me too.”
As she relaxed, he replayed the fight that night. Hellcat’s attackers were part of a crime ring that operated out of the bad side of town. Wraith would start altering routes, especially for the most important loads, to avoid their territory. Not abandoning it completely, of course. Wraith didn’t want them to get the idea that the Devils were scared of them. They’d maintain their presence but not offer anything too tempting.
When he heard a small snore coming from Caroline, Wraith knew he should get her in the shower and then under the covers. He didn’t have any energy to mess with that. Not yet. He’d savor holding her as she slept.
An hour later, he rallied his energy to put her to bed. Lifting her in his arms, Wraith carried Caroline to their bedroom and into the large bathroom. Setting her feet on the floor, he steadied her.
“Let Daddy get you undressed, Precious.”
“No, Daddy. I’m sleeping,” she protested, rubbing her eyes.
“I know.” Wraith reassured her with a kiss on her forehead. She cooperated as he stripped off her clothing. Cooperating might be the exact description for her actions. Half-asleep, Caroline bonked her nose twice and almost fell over a few times. Finally, he had her naked and adorably drowsy.
“Baby, I need you to stand next to the vanity for a minute while I get rid of my clothes too.” He leaned her against the marble top and stepped away to pull his T-shirt over his head.
As he tossed it into the hamper, she muttered, “It’s cold, Daddy. My butt’s freezing.”
Wraith smiled at her delayed reaction before consoling her, “I’m sorry, Precious. We’ll take a hot shower and warm up.” He moved to the large enclosure and turned on the water to heat.
“Good idea,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself.
As he stepped out of his shoes, she watched him undressing with an unfocused gaze. “You’re warm.”
“Thank you, Little girl. Did you by chance have anything to drink in the guard shack tonight?” She hadn’t seemed intoxicated earlier.
“No, Daddy. I only had one bourbon with you. I’m wiped out. Maybe I could get some energy back,” she suggested, staring as he pushed his jeans over his hips.
“Going nite-nite sounds like a very good thing for you.”
“Will you wrap yourself around me and keep me and Jam toasty?”
“Of course. Come on, Precious. In the shower. Let’s get wet.”
“Can I let you in on a secret, Daddy?”
Before he could tell her yes, Caroline continued in a loud whisper. “I’m already wet.”
Wraith urged his junk not to listen as he guided Caroline into the shower stall. The annoying aches from the fight faded quickly from his mind. Especially with the heated water flooding over him. Get in, get cleaned, get in bed.
“I’ll do your back, Daddy,” she volunteered, scooting around him.
Her full breasts dragged across his arm and back, wiping a portion of his resolve away. He dropped his face into the spray to distract himself as her hands rubbed silky liquid soap over his skin. Damn, that felt good. He kept the words inside, trying not to encourage her, but the Little minx expanded her cleaning efforts to his butt.
“You’re playing with fire, Precious.”
“I’m okay with that,” she answered, but returned to cleaning his back.
He noticed the sleepiness had faded from her voice. Lifting his arms over his head, Wraith rotated, allowing her hands to slide over his torso. He trapped her in his embrace and pulled her close, lowering his head to capture her mouth. Her response was energetic, fueling his desire.
“Mmm,” he hummed against her lips. She tasted like bourbon and her own sweet flavor. It was addictive. No, she was addictive.
Wraith stepped closer, crowding her to the tiled wall. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders. The prick of her fingernails into his skin pushed his arousal higher. He loved it when she lost control.
In an attempt to focus, he dispensed bodywash into his hand and smoothed it over her. The silkiness of her wet skin and the thick lather fueled his desire. Cupping her breasts, he spread the soap over her sensitive peaks and inhaled her small gasps of delight with his kisses. Abandoning those prizes, he glided his hands down her torso to her pussy.