Page 11 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)

Ten

Havoc

Tyra’s out cold against my chest, breathing softly. I’ve been awake for an hour just watching her sleep, feeling her heartbeat steady against me.

Never thought I’d want this - someone in my space, changing my entire life. Solitude worked just fine for me. Then, my angel shows up lost in a storm, and everything shifted.

She agreed to rearrange her entire life to be with me.

Tyra stirs, her big brown eyes blinking open.

“Morning,” she mumbles against my chest.

“Afternoon, angel,” I tease her, leaning to press a kiss on her soft lips.

“Still snowing?”

I glance toward the window. “Storm’s breaking.”

She tenses. “It’s over?”

“Yeah, baby. Should be clear by tomorrow, maybe tonight.”

“Oh.” Her voice goes quiet.

“Problem?”

“No, I just… thought we had more time.”

“We have all the time in the world.”

She lifts her head to look at me. “Really?”

“Really.”

She sits up, studying my face. “But, Havoc, this is your place. Your refuge.”

“Cabin isn’t going anywhere.” I brush hair from her face. “You think I’m letting you face the world alone after this?”

She shakes her head slowly, a soft smile spreading on her face. “You’re serious.”

“Completely.”

“I thought… I didn’t know you’d still want to.”

“Of course. I love you, angel. ”

Her eyes go watery; her smile could power the entire mountain. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“I love you too, Daddy.” I pull her closer, tighter, kissing her deeply. When we pull apart to catch our breaths, it’s like our eyes can’t turn away. “So what happens now?” Tyra asks softly, like she’s scared to break the moment.

“Now we figure out the logistics. But first, we should prepare for the roads opening.”

By evening, the snow’s stopped. The sky’s clearing.

“It’s really over,” Tyra says, standing at the window, swimming in one of my hoodies. Her curls piled up on her head, looking so fucking sweet my teeth ache.

“The storm’s ending, but we’re just beginning, angel.”

* * *

The next morning, when my phone rings, it’s Grizz.

“Yo, brother, you alive up there?”

“I’m good.” I chuckle.

“Good? Brother, you’ve been dark for days. We were about to send a fucking rescue mission up there.”

I chuckle. “No need. Roads’ll be clear soon.”

“Yeah? All good?”

I watch Tyra making coffee in my kitchen, wearing one of my flannels, completely at home in my space.

“Everything’s fucking perfect, brother.”

Pause. “This about a woman?” I hear the amusement in his voice. Fucker knows me too well.

I just grin. “See you, brother.” I hang up before he can dig deeper.

* * *

The road crews make it to my private road by afternoon. I watch from the deck, but no one comes up yet. Good. More time before reality intrudes.

“What are you thinking about?” Tyra asks, joining me, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind, resting her cheek on my back.

“How everything changed in days.”

“Good change?”

“The best.”

She moves, fitting herself perfectly against my side.

“Havoc?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For seeing me. For seeing I wasn’t broken.”

“Angel, you just needed someone to show you how perfect you are.”