Page 21 of Her Biker Daddy

“Caffeine makes her jittery, and she doesn’t really like the carbonation. It was a nice gesture, and we appreciate it, but let’s stick with just water or iced tea in the future,” Tate tells him, and he nods, shrugging a bit before resting back in his chair.

“Sounds like something you’d only let a little girl have,” Meyer states and Tate glowers at him making the other guy chuckle. “I’m just jerking your chain, brother. First time in nine years you’ve had a girl around, expect some shit talk even if you are president.”

“You could have fought for it after Hinton left,” he says, his chin lifting at Meyer’s quick look my way and I’m guessing that’s a confirmation that I do know what really happened, but who knows.

“Ah hell no, these guys wouldn’t listen to me before then over you, sure as hell wouldn’t have even if I have been around longer than you.”

“Well, isn’t this so sweet,” a woman’s voice says coming up behind us. Tate’s arm slips protectively up around me, and before I know it, I’m in his lap, facing outward where I can see pretty much everything else in the room the way he can. I’m positive he sits there because there’s a wall at his back. He might trust his club but he’s always ready for danger to strike out of nowhere.

“Why don’t you go back over where they like a sack of bones in bed, Lori,” Meyer says, rolling his eyes at the woman. “No one here is interested in hearing anything you have to say.”

“I was just wondering about the Pres’ new girl. I mean, what does it say about the club ifthat’sthe only type of girl he can handle?”

“Excuseme?” I snap back. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on, you’re about as club worthy as a pink scooter,” she sneers my way, looking down her nose at the pretty pink skirt of my dress that I love.

“So, you think a president has to have a skank on his arm in order to be able to handle a club? I guess that just shows why you’ll never be anything more than a piece of chattel around here. No one’s going to claim someone so utterly stupid as theirs, wouldn’t put up with them other than to fuck them because live flesh is still better than a blow-up doll, but your head’s clearly as empty as one of them. Do youhonestlythink insulting him, let alone me, is going to get him to want you? If so, then you really need a new brain,” I fume, my hand resting on Tate’s arm wrapped around my waist. “I don’t know which part is dumber. The fact that you think Tate isn’t man enough to enjoy voracious sex or that because I like wearing girly things that it has to mean I only can handle vanilla sex. It’s actually quite the opposite…I was going to say lady, but you don’t even begin to touch that moniker.

“So, let’s be clear about this. If you think that some snarky words from a dumb bitch are going to send me running, you’ve got a whole lot to learn about me. Number one, you can never hurt me—my feelings, because you mean nothing to me. Number two, you’ll never hurt me physically because my daddy won’t allow it. And in case you’re confused as to who my daddy is, it’s this big, strong guy that’s holding me right now. And the sex that we’ll be enjoying in our relationship, is anything but vanilla. It wasn’t last night when he took my virginity because I was so turned on that he took care of the cops that tried to rape me, and it definitely wasn’t when he made me come at least four times in the fitting room in town this morning,” I add, not caring who is listening to it because there is nothing about sex with daddy that is embarrassing.

“The only reason you even came over here is because you’re pissed off that daddy never wanted you when you’d have gladly laid out on this table to let him have you. He’s not that stupid though, unlike others that for some reason think your fake boobs and used cunt areworthyof use. Daddy warned me about you, but he gave you too much credit it seems. I mean, he figured you’d at least try to be underhanded about it, but here you are, trying to cuthimdown, because he has the audacity to want a girl who doesn’t look like the used car of groupies. You’re a pathetic, stupid bitch, and you better get out of my god damn sight before I make daddy let me up so I can shove your face in a plate of hot sauce—or bbq sauce if it’s that potent!” I finish, huffing a bit as Tate holds me even tighter to him.

“Hers is more of a request, mine’s an order,” Tate says, his tone extremely even and almost amused, as his face rubs against mine, calming my fury. “Get her the hell out of here, now,” he adds, and I don’t know if it was directed towards someone or just a general order, because almost immediately, someone grabs the woman’s arm and pulls her away before she can work out a comeback.

“Well, meek and mild you’re not, even if you apparently like mild food,” a new voice that’s a bit rougher says around a chuckle and my face turns towards the other side of the table where Slice and another man are standing. “I’m Chef and you little missy, you’ve got spunk.”

“She’s had to in order to deal with this town,” Tate says, kissing my forehead and I curl up onto his shoulder with a grin. “Now I can guess how much your pretty eyes were glittering when you kicked that little shit in the balls at thirteen when he tried to grope my baby girl.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, man. That’s disgusting,” someone shouted in the room, but it was definitely not Lori. No, that was a man’s voice.

“You got a problem, you say it to my fucking face, Grover,” Tate growls, his arms holding me closer. Meyer gives him a nod at the quick look Tate sent him and his eyes darken as his body tenses.

“You’re a real piece of work, stop the club from making money then turn around and make some girl call you daddy. You’re too good for someone else to enjoy that shit, but when it comes to what you do, who cares right?” a man questioned as he stood up, stalking our way, and Tate moved quickly, putting me down on his chair before meeting the other man in the middle of the room.

“Those girls werechildren,” Tate states, his tone deadly, and I shiver as it touches a place deep inside me only he can. “They were being forced to do things a child shouldneverhave to do. Everly is an adult. Yes, she may be young, a lot younger than me—hell, young enough to be my daughter, but that isnothow I feel about her. There is nothing that would make our relationship illegal, unlike the children that they wanted to traffic. Everly and I have mutually come together, to create a relationship where she can safely and happily give over the control to a man that enjoys being the dominant. Where it’s gives her pleasure to just be able to let go and give herself entirely to me—to her daddy who will love her and protect her and keep her safe, take care of her in every way a decent daddy would. It’s about showing her love and affection and giving her guidance and discipline, whether that’s in just the sexual parts or in all of the intimate sides of our life together.

“Being her daddy isnotfantasizing about having sex with my blood daughter—something that would never even cross my mind if we have a little girl one day. It isnotfantasizing about having sex with a…child,” he struggles to get out and the absolute disgust in his tone is noticeable to more than just me. “Everly wanting to be my little girl, is not her wanting to be my child and having sex or fantasizing about sleeping with her father. It’s allowing her the freedom so shedoesn’thave to deal with life’s stress or the day-to-day bullshit that can wear her down, overwhelm her. It’s about having a space that’s completely accepting and safe for her to be whoever she wants to be, and being able to provide that support for her, to show her it’s okay to let someone who only has the best for them in mind, take control. To make decisions for them. For her to be able to seek my approval without fear of being rejected or admonished if she needs it, needs to feel validated in her emotions or decisions—to know that she has a place where she can find it and never have to be afraid of what might be on the other side of the door!That’swhat being in a daddy/little relationship is about you fucking moron,” he finishes, flaying another layer from him it feels like.

“Oh, and just so you know,” he adds turning back with a smirk, “not all littles are girls, and not all littles are always younger. Do a bit of fucking reading before spouting your filth and maybe you’d learn something. And after all of that, if you don’t fucking like it, get the hell out of my club, because I sure ashellam not going to let anyone dictate the type of relationship I can have.”

Several chuckles are heard throughout the room, and the other man storms out of the room, and I grin when Tate lifts me up, putting me back down on his lap with a soft kiss for me. “You good, baby?”

“More than good, daddy,” I promise, and it’s epically true as he holds onto me, cutting up the burger before feeding me and himself, and it makes my heart open even wider with all of it.

Tate doesn’t let me up off his lap as the meal finishes, and I curl further into his arms as he talks to some of the others that come by, introducing them but I know I’ll never remember all of their names right now. The only one I know for sure I’ll easily remember is Cash. He’s nothing like I was expecting. For one, he’s much closer to my age and two, for a biker, he’s the complete opposite of the others in the room. Oh sure, he’s in jeans, but most of the others are wearing baggy ones. Even Tate is, whereas Cash’s a fitted—not skintight but what you’d expect to find a normal guy wearing. And I don’t mean that in a bad way because he’s gay.

Honestly, if Tate hadn’t said it, I likely wouldn’t have known. He’s wearing a t-shirt and a zip-up hoodie which is different from the flannel cut offs and carious band t-shirts that others are in, some of them are also sport their cuts, others leather vests, and the odd leather jacket here and there. Not even the thick leather cuff or the beaded bracelets he’s wearing shout ‘I’m gay’. Not when so many of the guys wear jewelry.

He’s so clean shaven though compared to the others, which maybe is why he looks so different from everyone else. His hair is more coifed and styled than a lot of the others. I haven’t ever seen so many men with long hair until now. Cash’s is cut in what I’d likely consider a medium style. It’s long enough that you could run your hands through it, but it’s still well above the shoulders. The back looks to be cut a little shorter actually with just layers of longer hair on top and it’s parted to the side, fitting him well. He’s still got a boyishness to his face, but it’s his eyes that I connect with most. There’s a sadness in them that touches me, and I wonder what it’s about.

When the room’s almost cleared out, Tate presses a kiss to my temple then stands me up, taking my hand as he tells everyone left goodnight, and pulls me towards the door.

He kisses me hard when we’re back in his rooms, carrying me into the bedroom and I whine when he pulls back after standing me up next to the bed. “Put on your socks, the pink ones, and the matching shorts. Little girl is going to ask if she can crawl into bed with daddy because she can’t sleep.”

I nod, grabbing the things and move into the bathroom, quickly changing because I want more than anything to be in his arms again. My body is on fire with my need, especially after sitting on his lap all throughout dinner. I add the cropped top that barely covers my nipples without a bra on, then divide my hair into low pigtails, loving the look.

I turn off the light as I open the door, my breath catching when I see Tate lounging on the bed, a pair of pj pants low on his hips. They have to be custom made because I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair of pants that close with a string. There’s a hole that shows off more of his skin and I shiver thinking of how easily his cock can slip out of it.

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