Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Maybe she’ll take a nap.”
“She’s almost eight. I doubt she’ll want to take a nap.”
“Fuck. Maybe one of the women will wanna watch her for a few hours.”
Emma laughed. “A few hours? Since when do you need a few hours?”
“Damn, woman. That’s harsh.”
She pressed a kiss to his cheek and ran her hand through his beard again. “But true.”
“Then we’ll do it a few times.”
“I’m okay with that,” she whispered.
“Didn’t know you had a choice,” he said, keeping his face serious.
“Hmm. Bossy.”
He lifted his left hand and wiggled his ring finger which now sported a titanium wedding band in front of her face. “Remember our vows ‘bout you obeyin’?”
“I had my fingers crossed behind my back.”
“Someone needs a spankin’,” he announced quietly.
“Yes, someone does,” she breathed, brushing a hand over his hard dick.
“Keep teasin’ me an’ gonna lock the back door an’ take you right here on the table.”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“Try me.”
With a laugh, Emma took his mouth and kissed him hard. He groaned and tangled his tongue with hers. He wouldn’t ever get enough of this woman.
And once things were on the right track with Caitlin, he was going to talk with Em about them trying to have their own kid. One that was a piece of both of them.
After their breathing became ragged, and Dawg’s dick couldn’t get any harder, Emma broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against his, whispering “Everything’s going to be all right, baby.”
“Know it. Got you. Got Lily. Gonna get Caitlin.”
“And we all have you. We’re the lucky ones.”
No. She had that wrong. No one was luckier than him.
No one.
Dawg couldn’t stop bouncing his leg. He tried. It was simply impossible. He sat at the table in the diner, waiting. He had been a half hour early, and he was ready to climb the fucking walls.
He was glad none of his brothers were there to witness what a basket case he was acting.
He thought about having this initial meeting under the pavilion in the courtyard at church. But Emma talked him out of it. She said it would be better to find a neutral location.
One where no one would be interrupting.
And he wasn’t sure how he’d act if one of the hang-arounds or prospect even remotely eyeballed Caitlin. He’d hate to be hauled off for murder before he even got to know his teenaged daughter.
His heart stopped when the diner’s front door opened and Hawk came through the door. Hawk was so fucking big he couldn’t see if his daughter was behind him. But Hawk didn’t approach the booth where Dawg sat, he stepped to the side instead and gave him a chin lift.
Dawg returned it and noticed a very pregnant Kiki leading Caitlin over to him.
When she reached the table, the club’s attorney gave him a wink. He jumped to his feet and yanked on his cut to straighten it.
“Caitlin, this is your... father,” Kiki introduced him in a gentle tone.
“Cait,” his daughter said to Kiki. Then she faced Dawg. “I go by Cait.”
“Hi, Cait,” Dawg greeted, suddenly unable to see her clearly because something was in his eyes. But he knew she had his green eyes and dark blonde hair. And she was tall for an almost fifteen-year-old. She was a spitting image of him, though much prettier and way more feminine. He rubbed roughly at his eyes. Now was no time to break the fuck down.
“I look just like you,” she stated with a curious tilt to her head.
His heart swelled. “Yeah.”
“What’s with the vest?” she asked, jerking her chin up and eyeballing his cut.
He liked how outgoing she was. Unafraid to ask questions. “Represents family,” Dawg answered.
She nodded as if she understood. Even though he was sure she didn’t. But she would. Eventually.
“We’re going to go,” Kiki said softly, with one hand to her huge belly. “Hawk and I will be waiting outside to take you back home when you’re done, Cait. Okay? Whenever you’re ready.”
Caitlin nodded without looking at Kiki since she was too busy staring at Dawg. He shuffled his feet, wanting to ask her to sit down. But he froze when she asked, “What should I call you?”
He took a deep breath, then said, “My name’s Dawg. But would love it if you called me Dad.”