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CHAPTER 15

“S orry!”

Wraith wrapped his arm around Caroline and escorted her inside. “I’m sorry you were scared. Going up to stay with Hellcat wasn’t the best idea. That could have been dangerous.”

“I realized that when Adam showed up.” She rushed forward to touch her fingertips to a bruise on his cheek. “You’re hurt. We need to get something cold on this before it swells.”

He allowed her to tow him into the kitchen and sat on the stool Caroline pointed to. Wraith enjoyed watching her flit around his kitchen to clean up his cuts and fuss over him. When she opened a drawer, he suspected she intended to make him an ice bag. “Put those cubes in a glass for me instead,” he suggested.

“Like for whisky?” she suggested. “If you have a blender, I can concoct a pina colada. It would be frosty and cool on your mouth.”

“I’m not drinking a froufrou drink, Little girl. You can make yourself one if you’d like to join me.” He stressed that he’d only allow her a drink as he rose to grab a bottle of bourbon from the top cabinet and a rocks glass.

“I could have some of that,” she suggested, pointing at the bottle in his hand.

Setting the bottle down, Wraith reached for another glass and held both out to Caroline. “Two ice cubes in mine, please.”

She leaned over to get ice from the dispenser in the bottom freezer drawer. Wraith enjoyed the view of her plump bottom and created a plan for later. A vision of Caroline on her knees in front of him popped into his mind. Yeah, that will happen. He imagined that as he splashed bourbon into each glass.

He handed her the drink and waited as she lifted it to her lush mouth. She swallowed, and he watched her throat move as the fiery liquid descended.

“Mmm.” She hummed with enjoyment.

She was full of surprises, and he loved them all. Love? That rocked him back to the cabinet. Could he love her already? Yeah.

He’d known she was in the guard shack after catching a glimpse of her computer on the desk. Caroline wouldn’t let it get out of her sight. Very little scared Wraith. He could stare down a giant man towering over him. The thought that she could be in danger had ignited anxiety inside him. She was incredibly special.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve been hit by a sack of potatoes.”

“No potatoes.”

“Did everything go okay? Are they going to leave Hellcat alone? What do they have against him anyway?”

Wraith smiled and winced when it pulled his cut lip. He rolled the side of his glass over it, enjoying the cold sensation on his swollen mouth. “There’s an ancient sack of frozen peas in the freezer. Would you grab that for me?”

“Of course!”

Another great view. Wraith adjusted himself slightly as his jeans got tighter. When she whirled back around to hand him the battered plastic bag, he said, “Thanks, Precious. Let’s go sit down, and I can answer your questions.”

“Thank you.”

Settling onto the couch with a sigh of delight, Wraith guided her onto his lap. This was the life. Good bourbon, an adorable Little, and the opportunity to enjoy both.

“So?” she asked.

“Hellcat was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He didn’t do anything wrong. That group was out to disrupt the transport, and Hellcat just happened to get that load.”

“What was in it? Were they trying to steal it?”

“There are some things I can’t tell you, Little girl. And yes, I’m sure they would have taken the truck if Hellcat wasn’t such a tough guy.”

“Did they have guns tonight?”

“It’s probably better if you don’t worry about that,” he told her.

“Do you ever drive a truck out?”

“I’ve been on runs before—trucks, cars, vans—pretty much everything. Now, I’m more useful to Lucien around the warehouse so I don’t haul loads anymore.”

Caroline took a sip of her bourbon, eying him over the rim. “Is what you’re doing illegal?”

“It would depend who you ask, Little girl.”

“That’s very cryptic. You can’t give me a straight answer?” she probed.

“The world isn’t always black and white, Caroline. I wouldn’t work for Lucien if I didn’t believe what he’s doing is right.”

“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.

She’d told him the truth. Her pussy was slick with arousal. That deserved a reward, right? Wraith caressed her, exploring her pink folds before spreading the lather back between her cheeks. Caroline bucked away from his fingers and directly toward his burgeoning erection, drawing a gasp from her and an aroused moan from him.

“Daddy, not there,” she whispered against his lips.

“Nothing is off-limits to me, Little girl. I will enjoy making love to you here soon.”

“No, Daddy. I’ve never….”

“Don’t tell Daddy no. I’ll help you get ready, so you’ll love having me fill your bottom,” he promised, poking his fingertip into her small entrance. Her shimmy against him completely invalidated her frantic headshaking. Wraith could feel her slick juices gushing over his cock as her imagination went into overdrive.

He needed to be buried inside her now. “Come on, Precious. Let’s get rinsed. I have plans for you.”

In a flurry of caresses and trips under the spray, Wraith got all the suds removed from their bodies. He flipped off the water and towel-dried them off. Wraith wasn’t going to make it to bed. Guiding her over to the sink, he crowded behind her, pressing her torso to the marble top. Caroline gasped as her nipples grazed the cold surface and scooted backward, lifting her full bottom toward him.

He ground his erection against her, drawing a gasp from her lips. Her head lifted to meet his gaze in the mirror. Wraith loved the way her expression changed from surprised to aroused as she took in how he’d positioned her. Pressing her firmly to the vanity, Wraith then stroked her from neck to spine. He settled his cock at the entrance of her drenched opening.

“Watch me fuck you, Little girl.”

Immediately, he thrust inside, filling her completely. Her head reared back as her mouth rounded in an O as he held himself deep inside her. She pulsed around him, testing his control. The warm, velvety grasp of her tight channel was sinfully delicious.

“Please move,” she begged, rocking backward.

His mouth curved in a wolfish grin that looked dangerous even to him in the mirror. He gripped her full hips and moved. Withdrawing from her, Wraith slammed back into her heat. This time, he didn’t pause. He couldn’t go slow.

Their bodies crashed together. Each sensation tested his control. He wouldn’t last long. Wrapping his arm around her, Wraith explored her wetness to find her clit. He brushed his fingertip across it as he moved inside her.

Caroline’s body clamped around him as she moaned, “Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praised, continuing his caresses as he quickened his strokes. Her climax intensified, spasming around him. Wraith relaxed his control and flooded her. Caroline cried out, joining his orgasm with a second burst of pleasure.

Dropping to his forearms, Wraith draped himself over her. He allowed her to feel a small portion of his weight pinning her to the vanity top as he pressed soft kisses to her neck and shoulders. “You are such a treasure, Caroline.”

“Mmm,” she hummed in contentment as she recovered.

When he could move, Wraith cleaned them both up before carrying her into the bedroom to tuck her into the covers. He rounded the bed to climb in and saw her hand searching between their pillows. “I’ll go get Jam, Precious.”

“And blankie?” she asked drowsily.

“And blankie.”

When he returned, she’d snuggled into his pillow. Enchanted, Wraith set her stuffie and blanket next to her chest before wrapping himself around her. They could both sleep on his side tonight.