Page 3 of Her Daddy Biker
“Let me grab your stuff before the weather turns, angel.”
Reed Havoc Lawson steps past me to pick up my bag, and I get the full impact of just how big he is. Probably twice my size, but instead of feeling intimidated, I feel a sense a security. Like nothing bad could happen to me as long as I’m with this man. I catch a whiff of a blend of scents that makes my insides melt. Leather, cigar smoke, motor oil, pine and something I know is just him. All clean, real, powerful, masculine. Not some bottled hundreds of dollars worth synthetic male scent. And I think to myself, this is either the best decision I’ve made in my life or the worst.
Two
Havoc
The second she climbed out of that beat-up car, my entire fucking world shifted.
My angel is beautiful in a natural way that hits you like a goddamn punch to the gut. With curves that could make a man forget his own name, curly dark hair falling around her gorgeous face, and big brown eyes that hold way too much worry for someone that fucking young. And that full, soft mouth… Fuck!
But it’s not just that she made my dick grow instantly hard. Something about her tugged at my fucking chest - the way she’s trying to be brave when she’s obviously scared, how she’s handling being lost, alone up here with a stranger, a scary motherfucker like me.
My angel deserves someone to take care of her. Take the load off her shoulders. Allow her to breathe easy. And I’m gonna be that someone.
I’ve been alone up the mountain for days. I needed space from club drama and work headaches. But thirty seconds of watching this college girl stumble out of her car had merethinking my whole peace and quiet plan. Something protective roared in my chest at the thought of her lost up my mountain.
When my angel came to my door, I had to grip the frame to keep from reaching for her. She’s so fucking small compared to me. I could probably lift her with one arm. But I can tell she’s strong. Took guts coming up here alone. I wonder what’s the story behind that.
And the way she looks at me. Half scared, half fascinated? Fuck…
I knew right away I wasn’t letting her leave. The storm’s real, but even if it wasn’t, I would have found some bullshit reason to keep her here. Forever.
Fuck, she’s exactly what I didn’t know I was looking for.
And she trusts me already, even if it’s just instinct.
“Holy hell,” she blurts out when she sees the inside of my place, then immediately covers her mouth. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… this is incredible.”
I can’t help but grin at her reaction. No filter with my girl. Gotta love that.
“Thanks, angel.” I watch her big brown eyes grow wide at the endearment and feel my lips twitch with amusement. Gonna fucking love teasing her.
I set her bag down and watch her take everything in. Loving the way she admires my work. “Took two years to get it right. Did most of the work myself - I’m good with my hands.”
The way her eyes look anywhere but at me tells me she caught my double meaning. I chuckle. Good. Want my angel thinking about what my hands will feel like all over her luscious body.
“You want coffee? Water? Something to eat?”
“Coffee would be amazing, please, sir. I grabbed a sandwich at the gas station.”
I nod, happy that she already ate. Good angel, taking care of yourself before you met Daddy. Now it’s my turn to fucking spoil you.
“Told you to call me Havoc.”
Another shy gaze, combined with a sweet smile that makes me itch for when I’ll finally smear her pouty lips with precum directly from my slit.
I discreetly rearrange myself while heading to the kitchen, as Tyra follows, then settles on a barstool. Her tight jeans hug her juicy thighs and ass, and even the oversized sweater she’s wearing can’t hide her full tits. My girl looks good enough to eat. And just fucking real. Not trying to be anything but herself.
“So you live up here alone?” my angel asks.
“Most of the time. Got a place down the mountain, too.” I start the coffeemaker. “What about you?”
“I live in Glenwood Springs. I share an apartmentnear campus with my best friend. She thinks I’m crazy for coming up here alone.” Tyra lets out a small laugh, fidgeting with her sleeves. “She wanted me to stay and ‘get back out there’ instead of going to hide in the mountains.”
I raise an eyebrow, feeling my jaw clench. “Get back out there for what?”
My angel goes quiet. I wait. We got all the time in the world now that I’ve found you, sweetheart.
