Page 13 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)
I watch him gear up while I’m sorting myself, trying to tame the butterflies in my stomach before we miss an entire day of school and work.
Leather jacket on top of his Savage Kings cut, his heavy motorcycle boots, that badass swagger…
By the time he hands me my helmet, I’m about to jump his bones again. Oh Lord.
“Ready, angel?”
“Yes, Daddy.” His responding bright grin makes my heart swell.
* * *
The ride to campus is amazing as always. With my arms wrapped around Havoc’s waist, the engine rumbling under us; the wind whipping through. I grew to love this sense of freedom, the rush, the trust involved in holding on to someone while they handle a beast at high speed.
He pulls up in front of the education department, ignoring the no parking signs like they don’t apply to him. Which, knowing my guy, they probably don’t in his mind.
Students are already staring as I climb off, pulling off my helmet.
Havoc dismounts too, taking the helmet from me and hanging it on the bike.
Then, in front of everyone, he cups my face and kisses me.
And it’s not a quick peck. Nope, it’s an actual tongue-fucking, lip-sucking, pussy-melting, nipples-hardening, panty-ruining kiss that makes my knees weak and passersby loudly whisper, and some even catcall.
“Have a good day, angel,” he says when he pulls back. “I’ll pick you up at four.”
“Havoc,” I whisper-shout, my face burning. “Everyone’s watching.”
“Good.” He grins big, bright, beautiful, and completely unrepentant. “Let ‘em know who’s your daddy.”
My brain can’t decide between irritation and swooning.
But then he kisses me again, quick this time, thank God for small mercies, then swings back on his bike.
The engine roars to life; I get one last chin jerk behind his tinted helmet visor, then he’s gone, leaving me standing there with what I’m sure is a huge, heart-eyes smile on my face.
“Tyra!”
I turn to find my best friend Mia hurrying over, with a huge smile.
“So… I see things are going great with Mr. mountain man, kidnapper?”
I laugh. “Havoc did not kidnap me. We were stuck in a snowstorm.”
“Right… and you moving out of our place right when you came back has nothing to do with Stockholm Syndrome. Got it.” I shake my head, rolling my eyes, but I can’t hold back my own smile.
“Not that I’m complaining about having the entire place to myself and your share of the rent paid for until I decide to move out. ”
“I bet.” Yup, he did that shit. My daddy’s the best.
“But give me a break. I need time to get used to the idea of my bestie dating a bona fide outlaw biker.” She’s still grinning mischievously, like the pest she is. “Quiet, straight-A student, Tyra Keys is dating a badass zaddy who looks like that . And kisses you like that… in public.”
I can’t help but laugh, feeling my face heat again. “I hate you.”
“Nah, you love me.” She winks before hooking her arm with mine as we walk toward the building. “But seriously, you look happy, Ty. Like, really happy.”
“I am, babe,” I reply dreamily. “I really am.”
* * *
Later that afternoon, I’m sitting in the student lounge studying when my phone buzzes.
I smile at the text. I pack up my things and head out, finding my guy leaning against his bike in the same spot as this morning. A few students are not-so-subtly checking him out, but his eyes are only on me. This man…
“Hey, angel,” he says, pulling me in for a hug, his big, gloved hands on my lower back, ridiculously handsome face close to mine, making up my entire world. And everything falls into place, feeling exactly right.
We exchange a quick peck. Mmmm, full lips, scruff that makes my skin tingle, my man’s strong, warm body, the smell of him…
“You had a good day?”
“Yeah, even better now.” I breathe him in - leather, pine, and that scent that’s uniquely Havoc.
“Wanna go out for dinner?”
“Can we just order in and watch something? I’m exhausted.”
“Whatever my angel wants.” He takes a step back, instantly making me miss his warmth and proximity, and hands me my helmet. “Let’s get you home, angel.”
The word still makes something warm bloom in my chest.
As we ride through town, his hand briefly covering my thigh at a red light, I think about how different my life is now. The scared girl who got lost in a storm found so much more than shelter. She found love, passion. A partner who adores her.
She found home.
Back at our place, Reed orders pizza while I change into comfortable clothes - one of his t-shirts and soft cotton shorts. We eat on the couch, my legs across his lap, talking about everything and nothing.
“Oh,” he says after a lull in the conversation. “There’s some club barbecue shit coming up.”
“What?” This is a huge deal. I’ve met club members individually and with their partners and families, but never everyone together.
“Angel, it’ll be fine.”
“What if they don’t like me?”
“Impossible.” Reed’s hand squeezes my ankle. Warm, strong, grounding. “You’re mine. That’s all that matters to my brothers and our people.”
“But…”
“Angel, look at me.” I meet his eyes. “You are Savage Kings now. We’re your family. All of us.”
My breath catches, my eyes widen, and finally I breathe out, “Okay, thank you for the invite; I’d love to go.”
He chuckles, shaking his head at my formal acceptance. “It’s this weekend.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, then cups my face, running the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone. “Then we could ride up to the cabin.”
“I’d like that,” I reply breathily, always excited to return to our mountain hideaway.
Havoc pulls me into his lap, with his strong arms wrapping around me. “Love you, angel.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
We stay like that, tangled together on our ridiculously expensive couch in our fancy condo, in our perfect world. Outside, the town bustles with evening life. But in here, in our bubble, it’s just us.