Chapter 5

Chapter Five

S wamped, Faust didn't even look up when the others finished for the day. He'd lost a lot of hours taking care of Molly's tires, but he wouldn't have done it any other way. After tossing and turning all night long worrying about her driving on that donut too long, he'd woken up pissed off as normal. There had only been one thing to do.

"You okay, Faust?" Blade asked as he cleaned up his area.

"I'm good."

"Come in and get a beer in a couple of hours," Steele directed.

Faust just nodded and lost himself in the engine repair he was working on. Quiet settled over the shop. He was surprised to find he missed the cacophony that usually filled the space as the guys joked and cursed stubborn repairs. Shaking his head at that thought, Faust moved to the next job he had in line. There were four in front of him.

A honk brought his head up sharply. He waited and listened. There it came again. Walking to the outside door, he picked up a rag to wipe the worst of the oil and lubricants off his hands before grabbing a bat by the cash register.

He flipped the spotlights on to blind anyone outside in the dark. Bursting through the door, he stopped abruptly at the sight of Molly's car. "Little girl? What are you doing here?"

"I brought you some banana pudding. I had a feeling you missed dinner," Molly said, rushing forward.

"Whoa, Pixie!" Faust stabilized her with his forearms, trying to keep her clothes free of the gunk that coated his hands as Molly bobbled the dish she held in her hands. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Sorry. I'm a bit clumsy."

"What is this?" Faust asked, nodding at the bowl in her hands.

"Banana pudding. It's my grandmother's recipe. I brought some to you for dinner. It has everything you need in it. Fruit, dairy, whipped cream, and vanilla wafers."

"Did you make this for me?" he asked, attempting to rescue the dish, but she pulled it away. Some of the whipped cream was plastered on the plastic wrap covering the concoction underneath.

"I did. It gets better with age. Day three is my personal favorite," Molly answered. "You need to put it on a table."

"You've eaten this so many times you've rated it by day, hmmm?"

"Grandma knew it was my favorite. Would you try it?" she asked, practically dancing against him.

That tested his ability to control his dick. A lot. "Yes. I'll try it."

"Yay!" She cheered and almost dropped the dish again in her enthusiasm. "I brought you a spoon. It's in my pocket." Molly whirled to show him the metal sticking out of her pocket swaddled in napkins.

"Come on, Pixie. How about we put this on my workstation? It's there with the open tool chest. I need to wash my hands, Little girl."

She looked at his grimy fingers and didn't grimace. He relaxed a bit. Nothing pissed him off more than a woman that looked down at him because he worked with his hands. Well, that was at least in the top ten. He couldn't imagine anything Molly did that would make him angry.

Quickly, he scrubbed his hands with the pumice-filled cleanser. Grabbing a paper towel, he turned and dried his hands as he walked back to his bench. Molly had dragged his stool over and was in the process of folding a large paper napkin into something that resembled—something. He couldn't quite tell.

"Come sit down and I'll give you a lesson in banana pudding."

"It's that difficult to eat?" he asked, unable to keep the corners of his mouth from tilting up.

"Oh, yeah. Look, there are layers." Molly lifted the clear bowl to point at the side. "You've got to get everything in one bite. Let me do the first bite for you."

Faust watched her carefully—almost surgically—scoop out a bite with the large spoon. She raised it to his lips, watching him carefully. What else could he do? Opening his mouth, he allowed the endearing woman to feed him. He didn't care that she smeared a bunch as she completed her self-appointed task.

"Oops!"

Flavor burst over his taste buds. His eyebrows raised as he chewed the concoction. Her face revealed her concern. He realized it was important to her that he loved this. Thank goodness this was the best thing he'd ever eaten.

Swallowing the bite, he licked his lips to remove the traces of the enthusiastic helping she'd spooned into his mouth. "There's only one thing that would make this better, Little girl."

"Oh, no! What?"

"Licking this off your body would be better," Faust told her and watched her eyes widen in surprise.

"Do people do that? With banana pudding?" she whispered.

"I don't care if anyone else does. It's at the top of my to-do list now."

Reaching toward the bowl, he scooped up a small amount of the sweet mixture and spread it on her lips. Faust loved seeing her eyes roll up in pleasure at the sensuous move before her gaze darted back to him, obviously not wishing to miss a second of this. Wrapping his hands around her upper arms, he gently pulled her forward until Molly stood between his legs.

Leaning forward, Faust nibbled at her bottom lip. Her sweet moan went straight to his cock. He swirled his tongue over his current target and felt her hands clamp over his shoulders as if she needed to hold on for stability. Moving to her upper lip, Faust continued savoring the treat.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed her mouth fully against his. To reward her response, Faust teased her inner lips with his tongue and deepened the kiss as she responded to his unspoken request. The sweet flavor he found inside completely erased the allure of the banana pudding. He pulled her closer, needing to feel her against him.

Flickering lights drew his attention, and Faust lifted his head. Immediately, he realized they were not alone. Lifting Molly off her feet, he stood and carefully set her behind him. A cluster of Shadowridge Guardians stood in the entrance of the garage. He watched them shift weapons away as Molly peeked around him.

"The alarm went off on the door," Steele explained, pointing to the open passage where Faust had let Molly inside.

Faust looked up at the ceiling, inwardly kicking himself. "We're fine."

"Good," Kade said before dabbing at the corner of his mouth. "You've got a little something right here."

"Fuck off," Faust growled and watched the men's amusement.

"Faust, that's not nice," Molly said, sliding around him to wave at the gathered men. "Hi! My fault. I brought Faust some banana pudding as a thank you for helping with my tires."

"Ooo, my nana used to make that," Talon shared.

"Would you like…"

Faust cut in to stop her. "Mine," he stated in a tone that everyone recognized as nonnegotiable.

That sparked additional laughter. Small hands wrapped around one of his arms, hugging it to her body before her hand slid into his. Faust looked down at Molly to see if she was appalled that he wouldn't share. To his delight, she looked happy.

"I'll make more for you all," she promised. "I made this batch for Faust. It's the first time he's had banana pudding. I think he likes it."

"I'd say," Steele agreed with a shit-eating grin. "Come on, guys. Everything is okay here."

"Hey, how did you get to the shop?" Kade asked Molly.

"I just pushed the metal gate open. It wasn't locked," Molly said, tightening her grip on Faust's hand. "I'm sorry. Did I screw something up?"

Giving her a reassuring squeeze, Faust assured her, "You're fine. Someone didn't get the gate secured correctly."

Steele's face hardened and he exchanged a look with Kade. The two men would figure out who didn't do their job correctly. Not only were there a large number of expensive bikes parked in the lot, but the amount of equipment housed in the shop was vast as well. No one should be stupid enough to try to rob the Shadowridge Guardians, but if given the opportunity, someone would take advantage.

"Is she staying?" Kade asked Faust.

"Not long," Faust answered. His Little girl was not ready for him to take her to bed. That kiss had been sweet but tentative. Her experience was limited.

"I can go now," Molly offered nervously.

"No rush," Steele told her before looking at Faust. "You'll lock everything up?"

Faust nodded.

"Let's go. The Li… girls will be scared when we're out here for so long." Kade corrected himself from saying something else as he opened the door for everyone.

In a minute they were gone, and the shop was quiet. When Faust turned to face Molly, she grinned and reached up to wipe away the pudding at the corner of his lips. That grin disappeared when he trapped her hand and guided her finger into his mouth.

He loved the undisguised passion on her face as he swirled his tongue around her index finger. She shimmied closer and pressed a hand to his chest. Faust controlled his desire to sweep everything off his workstation to make love to her. A second plan popped into his head, and he pushed away the idea he could scoop her up and carry her through the clubhouse to his apartment.

He gently pulled her hand away from his face, releasing her digit with a small pop. "Little girl, thank you for the banana pudding."

"You're welcome," she answered politely in a rough voice.

"I'm going to send you home. I'll see you after work tomorrow."

"Oh. You probably have a billion things to do and I'm interrupting." Molly immediately stepped away from him.

"If I keep you here, I'm going to devour a lot of that pudding," he told her, holding her gaze with his.

"Oh!" she repeated and turned a cute shade of pink.

"You're not ready for that. Perhaps on the third day…" He allowed that suggestion to trail away.

"Oh! I should go," she said quickly. "Eat more pudding and then put it in the refrigerator. You have to eat it with that spoon. It makes it taste the best."

"Let's get you in your car."

Faust accompanied her outside and opened her door. When she was safely inside, he leaned in, crowding her against the seat as he fastened her seatbelt. His hand adjusted the strap across her torso, allowing the back of his fingers to brush lightly over her small breasts. Her quick intake of breath told him she'd enjoyed his touch.

"Thank you for the banana pudding, Pixie. Drive safely home and text me when you're safe inside your apartment."

"Okay. Faust…"

He pressed his lips to hers in a light kiss, cutting off her words. When he lifted his head, Faust told her, "Start practicing calling me Daddy."

"Daddy?" she repeated, wide-eyed.

He rewarded her with another kiss before telling her, "Drive carefully."

Forcing himself to stand up, Faust stepped back to close her door and watched her fumble around to start her car. He liked knowing she was affected by his kisses. He walked to the open gate to close it after her.

To his delight, she pulled into the drive and stopped to throw him a kiss before heading through the gate and onto the road. Faust caught himself waving and shook his head as she disappeared over a hill. He had it bad.

After closing the gate, he looked at the lock. It was dark out here, but he couldn't see any marks indicating someone had messed with it. Someone had just fucked up and not secured it. A stickler for safety, Faust's usual anger was lessened by his Little's visit.

Returning to the shop, he closed and locked the door, tucking the bat he'd thrown away back into its spot by the register. Striding toward his work area, Faust picked up the big metal spoon laying amid his tools. He ate several bites before forcing himself to stop.

Faust recovered the bowl. Carrying it and the spoon, he crossed into the clubhouse. He flipped off everyone who inquired about the dish, teasing him about the Little's visit.

"Stop that." Ivy raised her voice to be heard. "I'm glad Faust found his Little and I can't wait to meet her."

Carlee hooked her arm with Ivy and said, "Ditto."

One by one, all the Littles made an adorable chain. Each looked determined.

"Thank you, Littles," Faust said, keeping his expression serious.

"No ribbing Faust about his Little," Atlas proposed, and Carlee ran over to reward him with a kiss.

The other Littles looked expectantly at their Daddies. One by one, they promised, and the chain dwindled until only Ivy remained. Steele walked over to pick her up and toss her over his shoulder.

As she squealed in surprise, Steele spanked her bottom to get her attention before announcing, "I need more convincing."

Everyone hooted and cheered as he carried his Little toward his apartment. The amusement increased when Ivy reached down to deliberately squeeze one of his muscular buns.

Faust followed them down the hall, passing the couple as they walked through their door. He controlled his expression at their playful conversation until he'd reached his apartment. Grinning as he placed the bowl in his fridge with the spoon carefully balanced on top, Faust decided he'd smiled more in the two days he'd known Molly than he'd ever done in his life.

On his way back to work, he stopped to lock his apartment door for the first time since he'd moved in. Those fuckers would go eat his banana pudding. He didn't want to waste time he could spend with Molly beating their asses.

The revelry had resumed in the main room. The Littles were playing a board game at one of the large tables. The guys were scattered in groups around with some clustered at the bar. Faust didn't allow himself to join them. He headed for the door that would take him back to the shop.

"Need help, Faust?" Blade called.

"I've got this." Faust answered. He always worked better by himself anyway. A picture of Molly's sweet face popped into his mind. Maybe alone didn't appeal as much.