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“Try this,” I tell her, offering her my fork that’s piled with some hashbrowns, with a bite of fried egg on top of it, and a bite of sausage of it. She doesn’t even hesitate, and her moan as she chews, makes my cock rock hard. “Now do you see why I didn’t order a lot?”

“I do, and I’m sorry daddy.”

“Sorry for what, baby?” I ask offering her another bite.

She takes it, chewing it before answering me, “I’m sorry I didn’t let you see the truth about me—my life so you’d know I would happily come home with you, and making you eat the food there for so long.”

“Ah baby, I forgot all about the frustration and annoyance of the past year without you the moment my cock claimed your virgin cunt. You kept that safe for daddy which meant everything to me. If you want to make daddy happy right now, then eat up. If you want some of mine you can ask or just take it,” I add as she takes a bite of her bacon.

“Can I have a piece of your sausage, daddy? I can’t stand the diner’s, but this is really good,” she asks, and fucking hell, my cock throbs inside my pants. I’m on the verge of coming just from her asking for a piece of my sausage—and she didn’t even mean it in a sexual way.

I don’t know how the hell I lasted so long without her, but from here forward, I’ll never go without her again. That’s a promise, and if anyone tries to get between me and it, I’ll see it’s the last thing they ever do.

Chapter 6

Everly

Ihold my breath as we pull up at the trailer. It looks even more decrepit after being at the clubhouse. I mean yeah, it was originally built to be a school, but his place doesn’t seem like it once you’re inside, and that’s what really matters—how you feel when you’re there. You could live in a two million dollar ‘dream home’ but if it was completely trashed inside, you’d never want someone to come over and see it. That’s the way I feel about this place.

My mother’s car isn’t here, and I can only hope that means both she and her boyfriend are gone. Mike doesn’t have his own car any longer—or a license. He lost both to drunk driving. Mom only had a car because of an old boyfriend that bought it for her when she was being sweet to him. Mine’s the one she had before that, and I only got to start using it when I turned eighteen.

Tate parks as close as he can, putting my door next to the porch as he backs in. I was surprised when I didn’t see my car when we left the clubhouse, but I won’t argue about riding in Tate’s SUV. It’s a luxury brand and for once, I didn’t feel every bump as we pulled onto the trailer park’s drive.

He comes around the back as I slip out of the car, his face a bit of a scowl and I lift my brow his way, wondering what that look is for. “You stay in the car until I get you from now on, especially if we’re somewhere that I don’t know is safe, haven’t had the chance to scope out. Understand, baby girl?”

“Yes daddy,” I state, slipping into his hold with a smile for him. “I’ve never had anyone care about my safety, so I promise, I’ll be good.”

He gives me a quick kiss then takes the keys from my hand that I’d grabbed out of my bag. I’m thankful they weren’t on the same keyring as my car keys were, or else we’d have to break in since it seems no one else is home. Although just by looking at Tate, I don’t think that’d be too hard for him to do.

“What?” he says surprising me because his attention is on the front door. “I can feel you looking at me, baby girl. Can feel the questions in your soft gaze, so tell me what they are.”

“I was just thinking that you’d probably be able to break in with ease if I didn’t have my keys. If they’d been on the same keyring as my car keys,” I admit, pulling his gaze down to me as he pushes the door open.

“That door wouldn’t be enough to keep me out if I needed to get to you. Fuck, nothing in this tin can would be. If the door wouldn’t open and your window wasn’t an option, I could likely take an ax and bust right through the side of this place to make my way in to you.”

“Probably,” I agree, letting out a quick breath of relief once more when Mike isn’t inside, and I move towards my bedroom quickly, wanting out of here as soon as possible.

“Do you have bags or boxes or a suitcase even for your stuff?” Tate asks when I pull open the drawer of the dresser to grab the things I really want to keep. My mother is a size two, whereas I’m more like a size sixteen to twenty depending on the brand. She doesn’t often try to take my stuff other than my shoes, but I made sure to keep the newer things in the dresser because I know she never gets in it. Not even to try and find cash when they need it. I don’t hide it, simply so they don’t destroy my stuff while searching for it. Well, don’t hide all of it, because I also don’t let them get their hands on everything either.

“I’ve got a couple old bookbags on the shelf in there,” I tell him, pointing at the tiny sliding door of the closet. It isn’t one of those walk-in kinds. It’s barely wide enough to hold full-size hangers and that’s about it.

Tate opens it, easily finding the bags I meant with his much taller height, and I smile as he opens them, setting them on the bed so I can easily transfer stuff into them. “I have some bags in the car we use for transporting stuff. I’ll grab a couple for the rest of this.”

I nod, smiling when he drops a kiss on my lips before moving back out of the room and I move a little faster to get stuff packed up, so we can get home. It’s not even the clubhouse that feels like home. It’s Tate’s hold, the way he caresses me, loves me, and I want to be surrounded by it and none of the filth I feel when I’m here.

Tate’s almost immediately back and I smile seeing the bags he opens up on the bed. They’re like storage bags you might use for bedding and I’m sure that they’re normally used to transport guns. I can’t say I love the fact that the Reapers sell guns, but I also know the people they sell them to would find a way to get them with or without the Reapers, so in the end, whatever they do with them is on them and not the club.

I finish pulling the things out of the top drawer and it fills the first bookbag completely. I move down to the second drawer, my face flushing when Tate sees the items it contains. It reminds me of what’s in the single drawer of the nightstand, and after the first handful of little lacy bits and knee high socks are in the bag, I pull open the drawer of the nightstand and sneak out the couple of items that were in it.

“What do you think you’re hiding from daddy?” Tate asks, his arms wrapping around me after he fills one of the bags with my shoes.

“Nothing,” I tease but his hands slip down my arms, his fingers opening mine to take the items from my hands.

“Mmm, did you use this on your clit to make yourself come?” he asks, clicking the button on the bottom of the tiny little vibrator and the sound of it makes my nipples harden.

“Yes, it made them deeper than my fingers but nothing like what daddy gave me last night—this morning,” I add, giggling when pulls me up against him tight, and gives me a long, hot, slow kiss. I can feel his thickness through his jeans and my hands slip down to open them, help him.

“No,” he grunts, grabbing my hands, stilling them. “I’m not fucking you in here. Daddy might have thought about breaking into your room at night, but it was always just to steal you from it. You deserve more than to be taken on this shitty bed, baby girl.”

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