Page 18 of Her Daddy Biker
“Angel.” His voice is raspy. “Look at me.”
I turn to meet his eyes, and the intensity there takes my breath away.
“You have people who care now. You have me.”
The simple declaration makes my eyes sting with unexpected tears. “Hav…”
“I mean it. You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.”
That sounds like a promise. Like safety. Like I finally have a home.
Eight
Havoc
I leave Tyra to take her time getting out of the bath with a deep, lingering kiss, and go check the weather reports. The screen’s showing nothing but red - buried roads, trees down everywhere, emergency crews overwhelmed with calls. The highway’s completely blocked, and the mountain roads are worse. It will be a while before anything’s passable. Perfect. That means more time alone with my angel.
After I’m dried up and dressed, I grab a soft sweater from my closet that’ll keep her warm. I want my angel relaxed and feeling safe.
“Come in,” she calls when I knock on my bathroom door.
There’s my angel, swimming in my robe, with her hair still damp, her skin glowing. Welcoming me with a huge smile. Her nervous energy from earlier has faded. She’s soft and warm, and smells like the scented bath oil my sister gifted me last Christmas. All I want to do is pull off the plush robe and eat her whole…
“Better?” I ask. What we did was intense. I want to give her time to adjust.
“Yes, thank you.” She takes my sweater, her eyes widening when she touches the fabric. “This is really nice.”
“You deserve nice things.” I step closer, taking in all that’s my angel. Sexy, sweet, kind, innocent, willing to be wrecked by her Daddy. “I hope you weren’t planning to leave anytime soon, because we’re locked in tight.”
Her pretty eyes go wide. “For how long?”
“A day at least. Maybe more.” I move close enough to see the pulse at her throat beat, breathe in her scent, feel the heat from her body. “The roads are blocked,” I add, staring into her gaze, loving our height difference, how she’s gazing up at me… Fuck. “Even if you wanted to leave - and I don’t think you do - it’s not happening, angel.”
I see a flash of relief pass through her trusting gaze. She’s not ready to leave my side.
“I should call…”
“Called the rental company.” I brush a curl away from her face. “Nothing to worry about except staying warm and safe,” I whisper, standing close enough that our breaths mingle. Tyra shivers, clutching the lapels of my robe. “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, angel.” I meet her eyes steadily. “Safe. Cared for. Learning that you’re perfect exactly the way you are.”
She nods, something warm and soft shining in her gorgeous brown eyes.
“Get dressed,” I tell her gently. “I’ll make us lunch. Then we can talk about what happens next.”
Nine
Tyra
I stand there for a minute after Havoc leaves, still wrapped in his robe, trying to process everything. A day. Maybe more. I should be freaking out about missing classes, about my roommate wondering where I am, about being stuck in an isolated place with a man I barely know.
Instead, all I can think about is the way my heart and body melt around Reed Havoc Lawson.
God, what is happening to me? Three days ago I was crying over Will calling me frigid, and now… But the way Havoc touches me, how he looks at me… it’s like we’re trapped inside something bigger than either of us.
I run my fingers over the sweater he brought me and, holy crap, this thing is soft. Like, impossibly soft. It probably costs more than I make in a month at my campus coffee shop barista job.
I slip out of the robe and put it on, and it feels like being wrapped in a cloud. It’s huge on me, hanging past my thighs, thesleeves covering my hands. I bring the fabric to my nose, closing my eyes as I inhale deeply. It smells like him.
There’s a pair of his sweatpants on the bed too, soft gray ones that I have to roll up several times. I look ridiculous drowning in his clothes, but somehow I feel… protected. Like wearing his things makes me even more… his…
