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Chapter Eight

S lice checked his outfit one more time, though he guessed Faith would be happy with whatever he wore. But this was their first date, and hopefully, it would be the last first date for either of them. He wanted everything perfect.

Slice had gone over for supper on Sunday and had a fantastic time with Faith and the boys. The week had been busy, and although he and Faith had talked every night, he’d only seen her in person at lunch this week when they’d stopped by the diner. Between helping cover at different businesses and needing to run to Wichita for some items the MC needed, his days had been packed.

Slice would have resented not seeing Faith if everyone else in the MC hadn’t been equally as busy. He’d spent two days over at Bluff Creek Crafts he’d brought her a mixed bouquet of white and pale pink flowers. If she had to describe the color, she’d call it a blush pink. No one had ever brought her flowers before. She sniffed because he’d made her so happy, and she had no idea how tears were filling her eyes from something so nice he’d done.

“Faith, babe, what’s wrong?” Slice whispered, leaning close.

“No one has ever brought me flowers,” she said softly. Locks, War, and Remi were in the room, but this conversation was just for her and Slice.

He chuckled, sliding his arms around her, pulling her close but still protecting the bouquet.

“You are a breath of fresh air, Faith Grimes, and I am looking forward to so many more firsts with you. So let’s say goodbye to the kids and start making memories.”

If her heart and panties survived Slice tonight, she’d be surprised. For him not having a lot of experience dating, he was doing a fantastic job of giving her a dream date, and they hadn’t even left the house.

She kissed the boys goodbye, thanked the amazing babysitters who’d given up their evening for her and Slice, and then let Slice help her put her coat on before he laid his hand at the back of her waist to lead her out to the truck.

She tried to control the shiver that went through her at his hand on her waist. He opened her door, then helped her up into it before leaning across her to buckle her seatbelt.

“Slice, I could…”

His fingers over her lips stopped her words. The heat in his eyes had her sitting, waiting on him to say something.

“You’re mine, Faith, and being mine means it comes with expectations that I’m going to take care of you. I don’t think you’ve had that before. But I’m not doing it because I think you’re not capable, because you are amazing. But you are also precious to me, and part of us learning about each other is you learning that I want to show you how much you mean to me. I’ll always open the door unless my arms are full carrying kids.”

She could only nod at his words. What was she supposed to say? Please don’t lie to me because you’re coming to mean too much to me, and I don’t think I’ll survive if I lose you now.

He shut the door and walked around the truck, then swung into the driver’s seat.

“How about you pick some music for our drive? And there is a list of questions for us because once I asked for help, it flooded in.”

Faith bit her lip at Slice’s aggrieved tone, but she picked up the sheet of paper. It was written by several people, based on the different handwriting. She held it up and arched her eyebrow in inquiry.

“Jesse said she didn’t want me to screw up as much as Cannon did originally, so she sent a friggin’ mass text to all those with significant others, requesting they add one question to the list of things they think we should know about each other. Then she sent it to all the women who don’t have a significant other and let them add questions they’d want to know before they went on a date.”

Faith couldn’t hold in her giggle. Slice may have gotten more of a family atmosphere than he bargained for with everyone getting involved. She was excited to see what questions they came up with. His cheeks were a little red, and it wasn’t from the cold. She couldn’t wait to read these questions. She waited until Slice had backed up and they were on the road before she glanced at the list.

She smiled at a couple but then got down lower and barely kept from laughing. She turned toward Slice, and he gave her a side-eye.

“I’m guessing you got to some of the other questions,” he said.

“Umm, yes, some of these are a little out there,” she said.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I love the brotherhood, but there are very few secrets. Once everyone knew I was taking you out and serious about you, the rule was made that I couldn’t remove any questions from the list. You don’t have to ask them, but I couldn’t take them off the list,” Slice finished with his cheeks blazing red.

“Well, let’s just get a couple embarrassing ones out of the way.” She giggled, then continued. “Do you have a name for your penis, cock, or hunk of man meat that I should know about? Oh my gosh. Who came up with that one?”

“I believe that is Cruise and Willa getting back at me. I might have accidentally interrupted their alone time, but to be fair, they were not in their room. I went into the garage to get something to clean my windshield and might have startled them.”

Faith stared at Slice. There had to be more to it than that because most men would continue on and yell at Slice to leave. “That’s it?”

“Cruise was startled, and when he turned around to face what he thought was a threat, the whole front of Willa was exposed. He’s still irritated with me, but I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see her.”

Faith giggled, then laughed until she snorted. Once she calmed, she stared at Slice inquiringly.

“I do not have a name for my cock,” Slice muttered.

“Have you ever?” she asked.

Slice huffed, then shook his head. “You’re too smart for your own good. Yes. In high school, I called him Rocket because it didn’t take much for him to go off.”

Faith’s cheeks were hurting because she was smiling so wide, but honestly, she’d never had so much fun on a date before. The fact he called his cock Rocket and she called her vibrator Rocky was something she was keeping to herself for now. She’d keep the embarrassment to him only right now.

“Yes,” she said, giggling, “guys have it a little harder because everyone can see if you’re hard and if there is an explosion.”

“Okay, how about some other questions? I’d like to learn about you,” Slice said.

Faith glanced at the questions to see what she wanted to answer. She didn’t have a name for her vagina, but she also didn’t really want to answer the question about when she first had sex because she didn’t want to know about other women and Slice, though she knew he’d had sex with women. She didn’t want to talk about that.

“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 in spite of 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.