Page 43 of Biker's Babygirl

I flush with pleasure. “Duke…”

‘Yes, honey?”

“I…I do want you to be my Daddy,” I say, suddenly feeling very shy. I try to turn away as soon as I say it, but he’s faster than I am, and his hand shoots out to capture my chin. He gently turns me back to him, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“Do you mean that? Even if it means a sore bottom, or corner time when you’re naughty?”

My tummy gives a flip even as my bottom begins to crawl at the suggestion. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Who makes the rules, Ginny? Who decides if you’re punished and how?”

“You do, Daddy.”

He’s still trying to stay stern, but there’s no missing the way the corners of his lips twitch. “Say it again.”

I sit up straighter, feeling suddenly light despite all the circumstances. “You do, Daddy.”

Finally, he lets his smile break through, and it’s the widest, happiest smile I’ve ever seen him wear.

It’s nice and knowing that it’s because of me fills me with a sense of power that is exhilarating.

“Okay. Then Daddy says it’s time to look at your arm.”

I’m surprised that he’s switched back into doctor-mode so suddenly, but I obey and hold it out to him.

He must see it on my face because he says, “Don’t worry. We’ll celebrate later tonight.” He leans forward and gives me a gentle, yet firm, kiss that sets my pussy to pulsing. Then his focus shifts and he slowly unwraps the bandage. Even though I know it looks lots better, and Ellie has been taking good care of me in his absence, he frowns at the cuts, then steps away for supplies with my eyes following him all the while.

“What’s the verdict, Doc? Am I gonna make it?” I tease, just to see him smile again.

But his face is very serious when he comes back to me with Q-tips, antibiotic gel and a fresh bandage in his hands. “You think I’d let you leave now just when I got you to agree to be my babygirl?” He laughs. “Nice try.”

My lips tingle in hopes of another kiss, but he’s intent on his work. I find I like watching him—the intense concentration on his face as he redresses my wound is incredibly sexy.

“There you go.” He bends and kisses the bandage. “Feel better?”

My heart twists at the sheer sweetness of my gentle giant. Which, if my pussy is any indication, I like very, very much. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Now we should probably go and face the music.”

My heart does a sharp dive. I’d completely forgotten that the rest of them were waiting for us.

“Do we have to?’ I find myself groaning before I can stop. It comes out whinier than I would have liked, too.

But Daddy just grins. “Afraid so, sweetpea. But don’t worry—you’ve got me on your team.” He leans forward and plants another kiss on my lips, leaving no doubt that he knows exactly what I need.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Duke

The moment we enter the room, I feel the heat of their stares. I’d already felt protective of Ginny before, but now, I know with a shocking certainty that I will rip apart anyone who tries to harm her. My arm, slung around her shoulders, tightens. Both to reassure her and send this new message to the group at large. I can see in the tightening of Shep’s mouth and the glances that Ellie and Elvis exchange that my message has gotten through loud and clear.

Ginny, on the other hand, begins to shake.

“It’s okay,” I murmur out of the side of my mouth for her ears alone. “They’re my friends—hell, they’re my family. They’ll be yours too, now.”

Hey eyes—her beautiful, doe eyes—widen, and stare into mine, a question there. She must see what she needs as an answer in my gaze because all at once, she relaxes.

Side by side, we enter the room. I pull Ginny to the couch, and half onto my lap before I turn to the group, waiting for the first question.

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