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“Yes. Sorry.” Honey dropped her focus to his wide shoulders. She wasn’t a fairytale character with a bright future. She took a step away from him, her exhausted muscles tensing. Just make it to the car.
“The next time you apologize, I’ll spank you, Little girl. Save your regrets for mistakes you choose to make,” Razor told her sternly.
“Spank me?” she echoed and then checked to see if anyone had heard their conversation. Hot scenes from her age play books ricocheted into her mind, skyrocketing her arousal.
“That’s a conversation to have privately, Honey.” Razor wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting her as they walked slowly toward the entrance.
To her surprise, Honey didn’t worry what others thought. They looked like many of the couples in Inferno. He didn’t hurry or rush her but stayed at a snail’s pace that allowed Honey to navigate easily. His hold stabilized her, negating her wobbly steps. People flowed around them as everyone gave the biker plenty of room.
“Are you a bad guy?” she blurted.
“Sure. When it’s warranted. Why?” Razor glanced down at her with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s like there’s a safe zone around you. Around all the guys in leather vests.”
He chuckled. “Cuts.”
“Cuts?” she repeated.
“That’s what an MC member’s vest is called. A cut. We wear them for protection on a ride, but also to announce our ties with our brothers.”
“You’re all family?”
“We are now.”
Honey thought about that as they headed into the parking lot. She pointed to her car. She should send Razor back inside. Reaching the vehicle without his assistance seemed like a colossal feat. He wanted to help.
When they reached her sedan, Honey smiled at Razor. “Thank you so much. You’ve got a gold star in heaven now.”
“Fuck gold stars. I didn’t spend time with you because I’m a saint.”
“Really? Why did you spend time with me?” she asked as she plucked her purse from his shoulder.
“I’m ninety-nine percent sure you’re the Little girl I’ve searched for,” he told her bluntly.
“Little girl?” He’d called her that before. Suddenly, the pieces clicked securely into place. Caroline and Winnie changing to the names of their significant others from Da…. Spanking. The name of the MC. She wasn’t imagining or fantasizing. “Oh, my God! You’re a Daddy. You’re all Daddies?”
“Yes, Honey. I’m a Daddy. Can you be brave enough to let me know if you’re Little?”
Her brain whirled inside her head as her heart beat fast. Could she tell this man, who she’d just met, her innermost fantasies? She opened her mouth to deny everything, and “yes” came out. Honey stared at him, unable to believe she’d admitted the truth.
“Good girl. You’ve had enough excitement today. Can you read this?” he asked, pointing to a round patch on his jacket.
Honey stared at him as her scrambled brain tried to understand what he had requested. His tapping motion on his chest helped her focus. She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes. Read it? She couldn’t pick out any letters in the blurry shape.
“Devil Daddies MC,” she guessed with bravado as if she could actually see it well.
Razor pulled out his phone and made a call. “Vex? I’m going to text you an address. Come pick me up when I message. Thanks. I owe you one.”
He met Honey’s gaze and asked, “Where do you live, sweetness?”
Without thinking, she recited, “10245 East Robinson Street.” He keyed the information into his phone.
“Thank you. Keys?”
She opened her purse and rummaged around. “I have the fob in here somewhere.” Of course, she couldn’t find it.
Razor reached for the door handle and opened it. He pushed the unlock button, and the other doors released. “Thank goodness for technology. Let’s get you tucked inside.” He lifted Honey and carried her around to the passenger side.
