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He nibbled against her lips, loving the way she whimpered and leaned into him. He spread his hands on her back and enjoyed the feel of her. Peace swept over him. A peace he hadn’t known in years.

Home.

His Little girl was home. He knew in his heart he would never let her go. Did she realize that? Whatever the fuck had happened over the past forty years would be water under the bridge.

He couldn’t possibly watch her drive away from him. Not a chance.

CHAPTER

EIGHT

Lyla sat silently on the drive to Rock’s house. She didn’t know what to say. She was a ball of nerves. Things were happening so fast. He’d kissed her.

Could she blame him? After all, what did she expect would happen when he discovered Rock the Bear on her bed? She’d forgotten about the stuffie until he’d pulled the covers back, and there hadn’t been a thing she could possibly have said to weasel her way out of that situation.

The teddy bear spoke volumes. There were no words.

She wasn’t surprised to discover that Rock’s house was at the end of a narrow street with only a few homes on it. The space between the houses was large. He probably owned a few acres. The porch light was on, and she could see that the home was like a log cabin with a natural wood exterior.

He parked and rounded the car to let her out. She didn’t even bother to open the door herself. It seemed important to him to help her. Plus, she liked the way he Daddied her. She hadn’t experienced this level of dominance since the last time she’d seen him.

After that night, she’d stuffed her submissive side deep down and ignored it, never to pull it out again. She’d moved on. Goneto college. Gotten a teaching job. Eventually married Mike. She’d never mentioned a word to her husband about craving any sort of D/s relationship. He hadn’t given her any indication he would be receptive to the idea.

Here she was, a fifty-six-year-old woman clutching two teddy bears in her arms and staring up into the eyes of a man she’d loved dearly as a teenager.

He helped her out of the car and led her to the small porch. “It’s not a big house, but it’s home.”

“Did you raise your kids here?” she asked. The question she really wanted to know was, had he lived here with his wife?

“No. I’ve only owned this for about five years. I’ve only lived here on my own.” He opened the door, flipped on the lights, and nodded inside. “Go on in. Make yourself at home. I’ll grab your things.”

She turned and watched as he jogged back toward her car. The sound of a bike engine made her lift her gaze to see a single headlight coming toward them. That would be Doc.

She wasn’t thrilled by the idea of someone examining her. She didn’t think it was necessary. But she would do it. For Rock. To ease his mind.

Rock brought her things up to the house and set them just inside the door as the tall man climbed off the bike.

When the man joined them on the porch, she could see him better. Mid to late thirties. Brown hair. Blue eyes. A friendly, warm smile. He held out a hand. “Lyla, right?”

“Yes.” She shook his hand.

“I’m Doc.”

She giggled. “That’s your name?”

He winked. “That’s what all the Little girls call me. The MC members, too.”

“Okay.” She wouldn’t ask his real name.

“Let’s go inside,” Rock said, setting a hand on Lyla’s waist to guide her into the house.

Doc followed and shut the door. His expression switched to one of concern. “I understand you were attacked earlier?”

“Yeah. I don’t think I’m severely injured or anything. My head hurts.”

Rock growled. “He slammed her head against the wall repeatedly and shook her hard.”

“Better safe than sorry, Little one. I’ll check you out and then let you get some sleep, okay?”

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