Page 36 of Biker's Babygirl

Okay, so he’sactuallytaking care of me, and I really do like it. But still. Men tire of me eventually. And once they do…

A shudder runs through me, and I whirl on my heel, pacing back toward the table. Once I reach it, I pivot and pace in the other direction.

Duke isn’t like that. He’s not Lucas. He wouldn’t hurt me. He would never. I can trust him.

I desperately want to believe I can. There’s so much love and concern in his warm, blue eyes. I haven’t seen those emotions directed at me for a long time, so it’s no wonder I’m falling so quickly.

Too quickly. You’ll regret it. You?—

But before my traitorous Debbie-Downer inner voice can finish, the door opens, and there he is. My Daddy. It’s how Ialready think of him, especially now. His tall, muscled frame fills the entire doorway and my line of vision.

My body flushes with welcome surprise and my pussy clenches. Almost unconsciously, I squeeze my legs together.

Duke is frowning. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put, little girl?”

I blink innocently. “I’m sorry… did you?”

“Yes, you know I darn well did,” he growls.

It’s enough to send me scurrying back to the table. I hop onto it and my hands clench the edge as I wait, my heart hammering.I’m not afraid of him. I have no reason to be afraid.I know it’s true, and I’m not; despite the fact that he’s giving me a stern Daddy look as he approaches. “When you’re well, we’re going to have a long conversation about listening ears and obedience.”

I nod seriously. “Yes, Daddy.” That softens him up, and though he hmphs, I can tell it’s just for show.

“Roll over and show me that adorable bottom, just like before.”

I am quick to obey, and I even try not to clench when I feel him part my bottom cheeks.

“Remember—be still, be a good girl for me, and you’ll get that root beer float we talked about, okay?”

That conversation seems like it happened ages ago. I barely remembered it until his reminder. I nod, but squeeze my eyes shut as I feel something prodding at my back door. The suppository is bigger than the thermometer, and I grit my teeth and force myself to endure, trying to think about anything other than the fact that he’s staring at my most intimate place, and the fact that my entire body is flushing with embarrassment.

You’re a liar. That’s why you should be afraid,my conscious whispers, soft as silk but with a bite that cuts deep. Actually, it sounds a lot like Lucas, and as I squeeze my eyes tighter, a picture of him forms in my mind. Handsome, but with a smile that is unbearably cruel.

I can see him as clearly as though he’s sitting right next to me and as he makes me shudder just by opening his mouth.

You think this guy is such a catch? Then go ahead. Tell him the truth. Tell him you’re a liar and see how much he likes you then.

“Ginny? You okay, honey?”

I flinch at the feeling of Duke’s hand on my shoulder.

“It’s over. We’re done. You have to lie still for a few minutes, but we can watch some TV. I’ll make you your treat and feed it to you. How does that sound?”

Tears prickle behind my eyelids and I shake my head. “No… no thank you. I just want to be left alone.” The words come out a near-whisper.

“Are you feeling worse? I can?—”

“I’m fine.” The words catch on a sob in my throat. I swallow it back and try again. “I’m just really tired.”

I don’t know if they’re the magic words, or if it’s the soft, babyish way I say them, but Duke carries me to the room I stayed in last night. I keep my eyes closed. Let him think I have a headache, or that I’m still embarrassed. Let him think whatever he wants, but I can’t look at him. I want him, and everything he is offering, badly. But I know I can’t have it. A daddy, a real Daddy, like Duke, would want honesty, and that’s the one thing I can’t offer. How did I get myself into this position?

“As soon as you feel up to it, you need to eat something,” he says once he’s laid me down and tucked me in tight. “Let me know if you need anything. You can get up to go to the bathroom, but otherwise I want you to stay put. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur, and when I feel the gentle press of his lips on my forehead, I can’t help but smile.

For a moment, I feel safe. Then he closes the door behind him, and Lucas is back in my mind’s eye, giving me that evil leer I know so well.

He doesn’t speak to me this time, but I can read his expression.You’ll never be safe, it’s saying,not while I’m still out here.

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