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She noticed he’d already poured her a glass of juice. After picking it up, she took a long drink.

By the time she set the cup down, Rock had filled her plate and was sliding it in front of her. “Eat as much as you want.”

She reached for her fork. “Can I feed myself?” she joked.

He leaned over and gripped her chin. “I’d love nothing more than to feed you myself, Baby girl. Don’t tempt me. It was difficult for me to pull out an adult place setting. At the MC, most of the Little girls eat from plastic plates and use sippy cups.”

She inhaled deeply. She had a lot to learn. “You don’t mess around with age play, do you?”

“No.”

“Rock…” She seriously worried she couldn’t be what he needed. She was madly attracted to him, and she wanted him to strip her naked and make her see stars. But could she be Little? That was an uncertainty.

He set a hand over hers. “Don’t worry about it right now. One hour at a time. We’ll go to the clubhouse after you’re done dealing with the house. You can meet my brothers and their Littles. If it’s too overwhelming, we won’t stay long.”

She nodded. “Okay.” She took a bite of hashbrowns and moaned as she chewed. When she glanced at Rock, she found him gripping his fork tightly, staring at her, his face stiff.

“If you’re going to make noises like that while you eat, all bets are off. Fuck breakfast.”

She swallowed and wiped her lips with her napkin. “Sorry. It’s good. You sell yourself short. You’re a great cook.”

“You might recall I’m a great eater, too. That noise is going to have to be reserved for when my face is between your legs, Little Lyla.”

Heat rushed up her body. Her cheeks were so hot she thought they would catch fire. She’d give anything to be reminded about how it felt to have Rock’s mouth on her pussy. She wanted that. She’d been reunited with him for about four waking hours. Mauling each other was a horrible idea. Wasn’t it?

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

“Are you sure about this?” Lyla asked Rock two hours later as they stood in his driveway.

Rock wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his side. He’d just handed the keys to her rental to Storm, the club VP. Another member, Blade, had dropped Storm off at Rock’s house so he could return Lyla’s car.

“You don’t need a rental car, Baby girl,” Rock stated. “I have both a car and a bike. I can only drive one at a time. Besides—” He pulled her closer and faced her, “—you’re not going anywhere alone until that guy is caught. What would we do with three vehicles?”

She blew out a long breath and nodded.

He knew he was pushing her. He couldn’t stop himself. Part of him was simply being practical, but another part was feeling more possessive and controlling than he’d ever felt before.

Storm pulled away with her rental, and Blade followed him.

Lyla slumped against Rock. “You’re rushing me.”

“Mmm.” He cupped her face and kissed her. “Is my cock still in my pants?”

She rolled those pretty eyes.

“Now, we can take my car or my bike.”

“Bike,” she responded without hesitation.

“How many times have you been on a bike?”

“Twice.”

His brows shot up. “Baby girl, you were onmybike twice.”

“Yep.”

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