Page 1 of His Biker Daddy

Chapter 1

Cash

The door to the office suites opens and my breath catches spotting the man coming through the door with Bounce. He has to be at least twenty years older than my own twenty-five, but something about him sets my blood ablaze. I don’t know how or why, but I’m hoping that I didn’t just find myself seriously attracted to the first guy since I was in my teens that wasn’t gay.

I mean, yeah sure, I can appreciate a good-looking guy regardless of whether he’s hetero or not, but normally, I don’t find myself hungry for them the way I am right now for this older hunk. Something about his aura makes me feel like I’m in Pres’ presence, but right now, Pres is in his office with his ‘old lady’ Everly. It makes me want to chuckle whenever someone calls her his old lady because it’s so completely opposite of who she is, especially when it comes to Pres. Sure, the term doesn’t have anything to do with age, but considering Everly is Pres’ ‘little girl’, and he usually is calling her ‘baby girl’, so hearing others call her his ‘old lady’ just hits differently.

“What’s up, Cash?” Bounce says stepping aside to let the other man through. “This here is Law, says Pres is expecting him.”

“He is,” I return looking back to the other man.

Fuck he’s hot. In that older man, rock-god—or at least southern rock-god sort of vibe with the beard and hair and double hoop earrings in both ears. His hair is buzzed on the sides, the top longer, perfectly styled despite looking like he rode his bike here today. His mustache is a perfectly coifed handlebar type I know he spends time grooming, along with the beard he wears with it. It’s longer and shaped to a sharper point, not looking at all upset even though it’s at least an hour and a half drive from the closest part of the city to get down here. I’ve never been to the Keeper’s place but I’m pretty sure it’s on the far side of the city, which means an even longer ride down this morning.

His face is deeply lined, telling me he likely went through some shit when he was younger. As do his blue eyes that hold no softness as they take me in and considering he was likely born in the late seventies to early eighties, it’s not surprising—if he’s actually gay that is. Although taking in his jacket fully, I’d be hard pressed to say he isn’t. I don’t know any other biker that would wear a leather jacket with that much brightly colorful embroidery—especially flowers—like his has.

“Well, I’ll leave you to Cash and get back to the monitors. Can’t be too careful with the new lady of the house around here, can we, Cash?” Bounce says and I chuckle a hint because most everyone’s already commented that I seem to have a new best friend. But hell, who wouldn’t love Everly?

She’s amazing. Sweet and strong, but also just finding her real self, thanks to Pres. I may or may not have also shared some websites with her when I found her looking online in the library one day. She’s too cute occasionally when she blushes becauseshe feels slightly embarrassed, or perhaps caught out is a better way to put it, when it comes to things she’s experimenting with. I likely would blush too if others came across me searching some of the sites or saw me watching some of the videos that have me jerking off, wanting someone to come handle me the way the subs in the videos were.

Even with bikers, some people just don’t get there’s more shades to sex than some quick, hard fuck. That some people—me included—need something a bit more to let us break free and give ourselves over to the full realm of pleasure that can be created from it.

I suppose some of the guys in the club would freak out to learn just how much Everly and I have in common, since most of them knew my father. They’d likely flip the fuck out if they knew I want a daddy just as much as Everly wants Pres to be her daddy.

You can call me a sub, a bottom, or a little, because they all fit what I’m really looking for, the type of relationship I want. Which is a big, strong man to do whatever he wants with me, but I also want the parts where he’ll take care of me too. That’s where I get jealous when it comes to Everly, because she already has it, and I’m still looking.

“Pres would kill you if someone snuck in here and went after Eves, especially after what happened with Grover,” I add, the dark look that crosses Bounce’s face at the reminder of it is one a lot of the guys have shared whenever the jackass is mentioned. No one even tried to step in, claim Pres was going too far when he taught Everly how to stab someone to keep herself safe, showed her exactly where to cut in order to kill someone.

I’d have taken the ass out for it as well, and I’m no alpha, but he put his filthy hands on Everly, attempted to rip her blouse open after delivering a package he picked up at the post office to her—which was his fucking job. It’s bad enough that he tried totouch an old lady but add in the fucking fact that she’sPres’old lady—who he’d already claimed and the whole club knew it—and it was total suicide to even think it.

“Yeah, not happening on my watch,” Bounce says before heading out to return to the security room to monitor all of the cameras posted around the clubhouse. We don’t trust our shit to online services. There are way too many that can access them that way, so instead, our surveillance cameras here at the club run on a closed-circuit capture system. It’s all saved onto computer hard drives that are under lock and key, and Vidz’s only job is to watch through them so the pertinent parts can be kept in a separate partition that others wouldn’t find easily. If there’s something of note, he’ll bring it to Pres’ attention, otherwise, he sits there watching hours of videos to make sure nothing is missed.

I gather myself, looking to the man that’s been silently observing us, and shit, I can feel my face heating as his eyes glitter my way. “I’m Cash, the club’s treasurer. You’re Law, from the Keepers, right?” I add, holding out my hand to him.

“That’s me. You’re a little young to be treasurer of a place like this, aren’t you, boy?” he adds and shit…I can feel my dick hardening in my jeans. It’s from not only his slightly gravelly tone, but also the simple use of the word ‘boy’ that gets me—makes me want so much more of it.

“My father was the treasurer before me. I took over a couple years ago when he died,” I answer, my jaw tightening as it normally does when I have to talk about the man. He could never accept the fact that I was gay. Harped on from the minute he found out—when I was kissing a guy I’d been seeing up in the city while going to college—until he died. Told me time and again, he didn’t raise me to be a homo.

Like I have any choice as to who I’m attracted to? Shit, I knew it would be easier if I could simply like girls—get hard tothoughts of them—but that’s never happened. Put someone like Law in front of me though and it makes it so damn hard—my dick and my ability to focus.

“Ah, grew up around here, explains the manners towards a visiting patch from another club. Learned to respect your elders, haven’t you, boy?” Law states and fuck me…please, fuck me, is what I want to beg.

“Something like that,” I reply, motioning towards a door before moving over to it. I give it a knock but there’s no response, so I knock again, before peeking my head around the door when there’s still none. Pres’ hands are all over Everly as she sits on his lap and I clear my voice, getting their attention.

“This is Law from the Relentless Keepers,” I say, stepping aside so he can come on through the door.

“We’ve met before,” our Pres, Tate, replies, standing up with Everly before reaching out to shake his hand.

“Four, no five years ago when you all stopped by our place after a run to hide out from the cops,” Law says, and he nods. “You weren’t president then.”

“No, I took over about three years ago after refusing to let our previous president push us into human trafficking,” he says and Law nods slowly before looking at Everly with a half-smile. His eyes soften, and fuck, it makes me want that look coming my way.

“Guess I know why you didn’t take up with any of our club girls when they offered. Weren’t the right type,” Law states as he looks back to Pres.

“Nope, sometimes in order to find the perfect little girl, you have to look for someone that would stick out in that crowd,” Tate adds, and Everly grins, resting into his side as he motions towards the seats in the room. “I know it was a bit of a ride in this morning having to come all the way across the city with the morning rush. You want something to drink before we get intothis? We’ve got a fully stocked kitchen if you want anything to eat as well.”

“I wouldn’t turn down some coffee and I’m a man that can always eat,” Law says with a chuckle as he puts his jacket and bag down next to a chair across from the love seat where Pres and Everly were.

“Black or do you like sugar or cream for it?” I ask, and Law’s eyes slide over towards me, a bit of that hardness returning to them, and even that makes me hungry for more.

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