Page 5 of Her Biker Daddy

“I…how close did you watch me? How long have you known…”

“I knew you were at least a little attracted to me, you couldn’t completely hide it when I teased you at the diner. I’ve spent months jerking off, thinking of ways to get you to want it just as much as I do. Want me to take care of you the way that’s run through my head nonstop. Want to be daddy’s good little girl and agree to let him do whatever he wants to your sexy little body whenever he wants.”

“Little?” I giggle, unable to stop from smiling.

“Little, with the sweetest, most incredible fucking curves that I can’t wait to see uncovered. Especially after feeling them so close to me now, baby. So, tell me, what has you blushing to your roots? Your eyes heat with every filthy word I’ve uttered, so it’s not that. You don’t look disgusted to know that I’ve been watching you, so what is it?”

“I’ve wanted you for months, Tate. Knew it wasn’t just liking you as a person after your third or fourth trip to the diner, that it went deeper than just that. Then you paid your tab with your card, adding a tip to it, but before you got up, you handed me the plastic check holder, and I could feel something under it. I thought it was a napkin or something so I tried to let it go, but you made sure to curl my hand around it, and told me to keep all of it for myself,” I admit, flushing a bit again, but this time it definitely isn’t in embarrassment. No, it’s the same heat that hit that day, the heat that hit low and deep inside me.

“No fucking way was I going to let that asshole busboy take any of your tips or try to get you to do anything for him. I’d have shoved his own dick down his throat if he ever suggested he’d give you more help if you got on your knees for him,” he growls, his hand sliding up to the back of my neck, holding my head so my gaze is on him.

“I…probably shouldn’t tell you then,” I start, and his eyes darken intensely, making me stop.

“Did he try to touch you?” Tate demands, his body vibrating and I step forward the tiniest bit, my hands sliding up his chest, and he shudders, making me incredibly happy to know I affect him just as much.

“My second day there, before I met you, he cornered me in the back, telling me what would get him to work faster. I told him to get the hell away from me because it would never happen. My third day, he tried to slip his hand under my skirt, and I smacked him, told him if he tried it again, I’d put a knife through it, so of course, he won’t clean any of my tables, but he also stays away from me now.”

“He’s lucky he never tried it in front of me. I’d have put a knife through his hand, eye, and dick if he did,” Tate huffs and I smile, resting my head on his chest as his arms hold me tighter. “Now tell me what you were blushing about so I can get shit handled then take you up to bed, baby girl.”

“That day, when you gave me the cash,” I tell him, looking up into his face and those gorgeous blue eyes of his, “I slipped it into my bra before anyone could see it, so I hadn’t even really seen what you gave me. I got home, took off the uniform and the bra immediately when I got in my room. It’s the only one I can wear with the uniform and keep it buttoned. They wouldn’t order me a bigger one, and that bra compresses the boobs, so I was desperate to get out of it—I’m always desperate to get out of it,” I add because the straps are digging into my shoulders and hurt like hell. “The cash fell out onto my bed, and I couldn’t believe you gave me a hundred dollar bill—that it was real. Then I unfolded it and saw it was actually two of them…I wanted so badly to go put them on my card or spend it, but I was sure you didn’t mean to give me that much.”

“Which is why you tried to give it back to me the next morning,” he says, and I nod. “So, when I gave you another hundred that day, you what?”

“I went by the store and had it loaded onto my card, bought some things I desperately needed—my mom always steals my good tampons and I was due to start any day,” I explain when his brow lifts, and that darkness settles into his eyes again, making me feel all warm and giddy inside. “I went online after that and bought some new clothes. Things that would fit my body, which included…”

“Those knee high socks you love to wear with those tiny little sleep shorts,” he grunts, and I nod again. “You’re lucky you always changed in the bathroom and those shorts were longer than any bathing suit was, because if I knew you were wearing them in front of another man…”

“I only wear them in my room, when I’m alone, wanting to feel special, remember the look in your eyes when you give me the money…while I touched myself, wishing daddy was there doing it for me,” I admit, feeling the heat creeping up again. My breath stops when Tate’s lips cover mine with a deep, hard kiss that has my panties completely useless. My thighs are wet with the desire he creates within me, and I cling to him when he pulls back.

“I need to get my guys out to clean shit up, baby, but after that, you’re all daddy’s for the rest of the night—and every fucking day after,” he adds on a growl that makes my nipples hurt as I breathe in hard.

“Okay,” I hum, smiling slightly as he leads us deeper into the building. We hit a larger open space that looks like it would have been the cafeteria of the school. You can smell food cooking, and I wonder what the kitchen looks like, because the room is filled with miss-matched tables and chairs of all sorts of variety.

Tate moves us through the room, stopping at his VP Meyer, who doesn’t say a word about Tate holding my hand or me being there, although his brow does lift curiously towards him, before they slide over me in silent question. “I need Tonka and Bolts to head down about two miles south of the Wilkens place to get Everly’s car. It has a flat, so have them fix it and bring it over here. While they’re doing that, Victors and Spawn have some cleaning up to do,” he says, sending Meyer’s brow even higher.

“What sort of clean up, Pres?” a man asks, turning around, his eye bulging a bit when they land on me.

“There’s a cruiser in the Wilkens drive that needs to disappear,” he states, and more heads turn our way, making me cling a bit tighter to his arm. His fingers squeeze mine gently, comforting me, and I breathe a hint easier knowing he’s right here with me, understands.

“And the cruiser’s occupant?” Meyer asks and Tate passes over the other bag he grabbed from his bike.

“They don’t have a single breath—or a heartbeat left—to make any trouble for us,” he replies making the man’s brow lift a bit. “I was heading home when I saw Everly’s car on the side of the road. Found her purse and keys in it, the jack in place, but her not there and knew someone was going to regret whatever the fuck they did to my girl.”

My heart flutters hearing him call me his girl, and it seems to only mildly surprise the other man, although a few others seem shocked, making me wonder what those looks mean. Tate might remind me a big bear, a tatted up bear that would easily be found on the back of a bike, his eyes have never made me think of him as a biker. Most of the others in here though…they definitely would be what I pictured if you said to imagine a biker. There’s a variety of heights and weights, a rainbow of skin tones from even lighter than me and my fair to medium complexion, to the deepest espresso of the man sitting across the room, watching us curiously. All of them seem intimidating, dangerous. Men I wouldn’t want to come across in the middle of the night or in a dark alley.

“I got on my bike, headed up the road, then saw the cruiser in the driveway, but no one popped lights to try to run me down for speeding, so I pulled off and found the bastards with their hands on Everly. They thought they could get away with trying to rape my girl, put their hands on her, so I had to teach them a lesson before they stopped breathing. What’s left of them is in the barn out there,” Tate adds and Meyer nods.

“So, we need some cleanup in the barn as well. You want the car to disappear entirely or disappear with a trail?” one of the other guys asks.

“Take it to the city, let it get seen just enough, then leave it so it’s stripped before the morons down here even know they’re gone. They won’t be looking for them here for a while, so their carcasses can rot out there. You can tell Gio we’ve got a couple fuzz pieces, I’m sure he’ll love to take them off our hands,” he adds to Meyer as another man moves into the room from the kitchen area.

“Damn Pres, about time someone brought us something hot to eat,” he says, and I can’t hold back the gasp that falls when Tate lunges for him, his hand wrapping around his throat lifting him off the ground.

“You keep your fucking eyes offmywoman, or you’ll be rotting with the rest of the filth, do you get me?” Tate demands, shaking the man whose hands wrap around his wrist, trying to get free.

“Pres…Tate!” Meyer calls but Tate’s hold doesn’t begin to relax and the other man’s attempts to speak are no more than a little squeak. He tries again, but Tate’s entire body radiates with fury, and he looks my way, motioning towards Tate when he shoves another man that comes over to help away from them.

“Tate,” I call out, and he turns his head just a hint. Not enough to look away from the guy he’s holding, but enough to prove that he heard me, which is a relief. “Tate, please…I need you,” I try, and that gets him to lower the man to the floor. He still has his throat in his hands though and I just want it to end so he’ll hold me. “Please daddy, I just want to go to bed.”

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