Page 11 of Her Biker Daddy

“Took a picture of me in my bra and underwear in the locker room when I was in eighth grade. I was rounder then, hadn’t grown as much in the boobs or hips yet so the weight was more evident. She emailed the picture to the entire school directory. I got in trouble for it, ended up being suspended for two weeks somehow for simply changing in the locker room after gym class, while she wasn’t even given a detention. I knew then that no matter what I’d never be treated fairly. That this whole town was under their thumb and the police were corrupt, and all I wanted was to get out of here as fast as possible. Until I met you, and then I just wanted you to come and get me. To take me with you and love me.”

“For daddy to rescue his little girl and keep her safe for the rest of her life?”

“Yeah, and then last night…when I was so scared of what might happen…” My voice breaks and I shut my eyes tight against the tears that filled them, leaning into his hand when he cups my face so gently I feel it all the way in my soul.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay, daddy found you and he’s never letting you go now. If I’d had any idea I’d have brought you home with me last year, but no one is ever going to get close enough to hurt you again, I promise,” he whispers, kissing my tears away, and I sink into his hold, until my stomach growls again, reminding him I haven’t eaten.

He carries me back into the bedroom, moving to his dresser and I watch as he takes out a pair of sweatpants, glancing back at me with a frown. “I should have bought you clothes to have, but my damn brain only thought of what I wanted to see you in.”

“Meaning?” I ask, as he comes back towards me with the pants.

“Meaning those knee high socks and little nighties I want to fuck you good and hard while you’re in them.”

“Those aren’t going to fit me. You’re narrower in the waist and hips than I am,” I warn when he holds them up for me to try and slip into. “Not to mention they’ll be ten times too long for me. Did they bring my car here?”

“I told them to, so yeah, it should be here.”

“I keep a bag of clothes in the backseat just in case I need to change after work. It should have something I can fit in for now,” I explain, and he nods, leaning down to give me a kiss before he grabs his clothes and covers his sexy body from my gaze.

“I’ll let you undress me later if you want, baby girl. For now, daddy needs to take care of his girl, starting with something to wear and eat. We’ll go from there and see where we end up tonight,” he adds, and I smile enjoying the kiss he gives me before he heads out the door, and I lay back on the bed, my body tingling in reminded bliss.

Chapter 5

Tate

Imove down the steps spying a handful of guys already up and moving. A couple seem surprised that I’m not already gone since it’s already past eight, and most days I’m in town by seven if I know Everly’s working. Even if they don’t know that I go for her, they know I’m in town for something. One of the guys is Bolts and I head towards him rather than go out looking for Everly’s car.

“Hey Pres,” he says, drawing attention of a few others my way. Most of them weren’t here last night when I almost took out Crater for calling my girl hot.

Yes, she’s fucking hot. Sexy as all get out and also beautiful and sweet, but no one else gets to say shit like that about her, let alone look at her like they want to fuck her. She belongs to me, and they’ll all quickly learn not to eye her.

“Did you find a bag in the back of Everly’s car?” I ask him as Meyer heads towards us. I’m surprised he’s up this early—or maybe he’s yet to go to sleep from the look of him.

“There wasn’t anything in the trunk,” Bolts says.

“You don’t think the cops stole something from her do you?” Meyer asks and I shake my head no calming him for some reason. “Thank the fuck because if you went after the guys that stripped her car like you did those cops…”

“Huh?” Cash says looking amongst our group. He handles the books for all of our legit businesses, which includes a garage that Bolts and Tonka work at, which is why they’re up earlier than most of the others in the club.

“Pres brought home a…”

Bolts stops, looking to me and a smile settles onto my lips as I tell them, “I brought Everly home with me last night after two of the asshole cops thought they could put their hands on her, try to rape her and get away with it.”

“The carnage is worse than anything he did to Hinton and the others,” Meyer expands sending Cash’s brow upwards in silent question. “Trust me, you don’t want that shit in your head. A bottle of whiskey still didn’t get it out of mine.”

“Not sorry for teaching those bastards what hell looks like before they landed there,” I state with a shrug. “Everly is mine.”

“The girl from the diner?” Cash asks and I nod, making him shake his head.

“What?” I demand, lifting my chin, daring him to say a fucking word against her.

“Nah man, just didn’t realize it was the girl you were going there for the last year for,” he states. “Never expected you to wait that long if there was a woman you wanted to claim.”

“I wouldn’t have, but I didn’t want to tarnish her sweetness—pull her into the shitstorm with the cops and down into the darkness. When I saw her car abandoned, her purse and phone still in it, I knew something happened and I wasn’t going to leave a single speck of this town unchecked. If I hadn’t found her when I did, I’d have had all of you up and looking for her last night. Instead, I found two dead men off on the Wilkens drive with their hands on her. Between that and the rest of what she told me, not a chance in hell was I letting her go. If I’d known she was already in the middle of the shitstorm with the cops, she’d have been here with me the entire time.”

“So what bag is she missing?” Meyer asks when Cash just nods, the curious look in his eyes matches Bolts and Meyer’s as well and I’ll fill them in once I’ve gotten Everly dressed and fed.

“Not missing, she has a bag of extra clothes in the backseat of her car, not the trunk,” I add and Bolts nods in understanding. “The cops ripped her work uniform so she can’t wear it. My pants are too long for her and she’s not walking around in just my shirt. Most of the club girls don’t have her curves, and I wouldn’t want anything that touches them on her anyway.”

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