Page 2 of His Biker Daddy

“Why don’t you take a guess, and I’ll let you know if you’re right when you bring it back,” he returns with a non-answer and I quickly swallow, breathing out hard in return. “Get me something I like to eat, and I’ll make it worth the effort,” he adds, and I turn away so he can’t see the reaction that brings to my dick, almost running into the doorjamb on the way out.

It takes me all the way down to the dining room to get my dick under control, my jeans no longer feeling like they’re about to strangle me. I grab up a tray as I push on into the kitchen and Slice’s head flies up, giving me a nod, his brow rising when he sees the tray.

“What’s up, brother?”

“The lawyer from the Keepers just got here. Pres offered him something to eat and drink, didn’t know you were still in here,” I add giving him a bit of a smile because man, I cook like shit so if he won’t help me out, it’s going to be something super simple, and I don’t think that’s what Law is looking for.

“I just finished a new batch of the oatmeal muffins Everly likes. Pres mentioned they’ve been her go-to for the last week or so for a snack, so since there’s nothing else going on today, I figured I’d make some more for her to have. Keep the woman of the house happy so Pres doesn’t come looking for bones to break,” Slice says before turning the grill back on. “Full breakfast or what?”

“You got the sandwich muffins still?” I ask him and he nods. “How about one of those steak ones you do? He seems like a ‘real meat’ kind of guy.”

“Give me about five minutes. The grill’s still warm from the oven,” he adds when I look at him skeptically. Just barely over that he slides two plates onto the tray as I finish filling a carafe of coffee after pouring two cups. One for Pres that’s black as night, and the other I add creamer into, adding some extra in a bowl in case he wants another cup, and top it all off with a juice for Everly.

I move back into the room with the tray telling them, “Slice was still in the kitchen, so he cooked up a sandwich for you. Steak and egg on a muffin. Cream, no sugar,” I add to Law nodding towards the cup.

“Steak, not bacon?” Law questions, and I nod again. “Good boy, and you’re right, I like cream in my coffee.”

The look he gives me puts a flush onto my face, and I have to look away before I explode.

“Thanks Cash,” Everly tells me when I hand over the bottle of juice and the plate with pumpkin oatmeal muffins to her.

“You’re welcome, Eves. Slice packed up the rest for you to grab later,” I add before handing over Pres’ coffee to him and head for the door. “If you need anything, just holler.”

“Anything?” Law queries and I can’t stop the flush that settles deeper at his tone. I give a little jerk of my head and disappear out the door trying to fucking breathe.

I try to concentrate on the latest receipts from our businesses, but all I can think about is Law and how much I want to feel his beard as he kisses me—or sucks me off. Which I really shouldn’t be thinking about right now because it makes my dick get hard again, and my jeans fit like shit when I’m hard. When they say some guys are showers no matter what, they’re not talking about me—unless I’m hard. My jeans aren’tskintight, but they definitely fit well in the hips and ass, leaving just enough room for my balls to sit comfortably, but not enough to let me grow.

I almost knock over the cupholder that has all of the pens and pencils I use on our paper books, because again, we’re not trusting shit to a computer as Pres calls out for me.

“Find an empty room for Law and get him set up in the office on the other side of Meyer’s so he can work up whatever we need,” he tells me when I’m in the doorway of his office, and I nod, waiting until Law gets up and moves towards the door before stepping away from it.

I lead him to the other office first, opening the door to let him look around it and warn him, “We don’t have wi-fi in here. We’ve got a secure internet connection, but all computers are hooked up using ethernet cords. If you have a laptop that doesn’t have an ethernet port, we have extra USB connectors. There’s usually a cord in the rooms you can use so you don’t to work just out of the office.”

“I’ll be needing one of those then,” Law states and I nod, moving to the closet that holds all of the extra business supplies we keep on hand. You never know when one of the shops will run out of something after the stores are closed.

I pull out a couple of the connectors, turning to find Law extremely close and I gulp down a quick breath as he stares down at me. He’s likely six-three, whereas I’m only five-eight and it makes me feel smaller than normal.

“You can leave one in the office and keep the other with you,” I suggest, handing over both as Law holds out his hand my way.

“You going to show me where I can bed down now, help me getallsettled in like a good boy?” he questions, a glint in his eyes, a hint of a smirk on his lips and god dammit, I hate that it makes me hungry for more.

“I’ll do it because Pres told me to,” I counter, making his brow lift a bit but his smirk just grows deeper.

“You like doing what you’re told, don’t you, boy? You should be careful about that. Could get you in all sorts of trouble,” Law states, leaning towards me and I try to breathe normally, but it’s so damn hard to not reach out and take what I want. “You might end up tied to the wrong bed and played with until you’re begging for mercy. Especially a pretty little boy like you. Some guys might take offense to you being uncomfortable with a gay man enjoying the view, because let’s be honest, you’re a fine piece of ass and you know it. If you weren’t part of a club we’re friendly with and we were in the city, I’d drag you to a club, teach you a little lesson about it—let others get in some good licks on it, before milking your cock while you’re all tied up, pleading for it to stop. Wouldn’t matter to any of us that you’re not gay, pretty boy. We’d eat that ass up and make you our little bitch.”

A shiver runs through me then a gasp as his hand grabs hold of my crotch, and I bite my tongue to stop from moaning.

“Little boy’s right, isn’t it?” Law cracks, putting a flare of color onto my cheeks. “You’d really be in danger with a little dick like that hiding in your pants. We’d put you in some tight fucking shorts with a slit in the back and make you crawl around, showing off your ass crack for anyone wanting to reach in and get a good grab. So, watch yourself, pretty boy, you got me?”

“Ask around the club about me, they’ll tell you where I go hang out when I’m not here. It just might surprise you,” I state taking a step back from him, before moving past, anger settling into my veins.

Not because of the shit he said—how he’d use me—but because it’s clear that he doesn’t actually want to. That he was just teasing with those looks whereas I want it. All of it. So fucking much it hurts.

Chapter 2

Law

Icrack my neck, looking around the room as Crypto continues to bang on the keyboard of the computer as Knuckles and Rambo clean their gear. My eye fucking hurts thanks to Tate’s huge mitt landing on it early Thursday evening. I’d barely gotten my ass inside before he was asking me what seemed like stupid ass questions at the time about the case and the decision from the judge. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about and told him I never texted Everly and he laid me out with a crack for ‘calling her a liar’.

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