Page 14 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)

Twelve

Havoc

I lean against the back wall of The Black Crown, with a drink in my hand. The barbecue’s at full blast, but I’m not watching the crowd. I’m watching my angel.

She’s sitting at a picnic table with the club women, laughing at something Red said.

One of my Savage Kings t-shirts hanging loose on her body.

Seeing my club’s name stretched across her chest does something to me.

And the way she fit in? Effortlessly, naturally. Better than I even thought she would.

“Your girl’s doing good, brother.”

Tank appears next to me, his own drink in hand.

“Yeah.”

“Red likes her. That says something.”

I grunt. Red doesn’t give her approval easily. Especially not to women who might mess with her boys.

Across the yard, Tyra throws her head back, laughing. The sound carries over the noise, hitting me right in the chest. She looks happy. Relaxed. Mine.

“Never seen you like this,” Tank says.

“Like what?”

“Whipped.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. But he’s not wrong. I used to be comfortable alone. Then my girl showed up in a storm, all curves, softness and strength, and alone started feeling like a whole load of bullshit.

“She looks happy too.” Tank adds.

“Yeah. She is.”

My brother grins at me with understanding. We know what walking through fire means. Surviving more than living. These women are our salvation. Our paradise on earth.

He clasps my shoulder. “Good for you, brother.”

Then Tank walks away. I stay put, watching my woman with the old ladies. She’s telling some story, her hands moving animatedly while she talks. Whatever it is, has them all cracking up. I shake my head, the corners of my lips tipping up in a smile. Fucking love watching my angel laugh.

A kid runs by them, chasing a dog. Tyra moves her legs out of his way and ruffles his hair as he passes. Natural. Easy. She’s gonna be good with our kids. Can’t fucking wait to get my girl full of our babies.

Everything’s fucking perfect. My woman. My family. My entire world in the same fucking place.

I notice the sun’s getting lower. The party will wind down soon. Fuck it, I’m done watching. I push off the wall and cross the yard. The women look up when I reach their table, easy smiles on their faces. Safe, loved women. Everything is right in the world.

“Ladies.”

“Havoc,” Red says, barely holding back a smirk.

“Hope you don’t mind me borrowing my girl.”

I hold out my hand. Tyra looks up at me with her big brown eyes and easy smile. And everything inside me stands at attention. My heart. My dick. Her eyes widen. She knows that look… She stands and slides her hand into mine.

“Thank you for having me, ladies.”

“Anytime, honey,” Red calls out. “We’re family.”

Sounds right.

I lead her to the parking lot, away from the crowd. When we reach my bike, I turn to face her, cupping the back of her neck with my big hand. Her skin is soft and warm. And she’s so goddamn beautiful. Her smell wrapping me in a cloud of vanilla scent and my woman .

“You had a good time?” I ask hoarsely, because having her this close, in my tee, wearing cutoff jean shorts that show off her long, toned legs, with her beautiful eyes and gorgeous smile aimed at my heart…

Fuck, I’m two second away from bending my angel over my bike, pulling down her shorts and panties, and burying myself balls deep inside her perfect, sweet, wet, tight, warmth.

“The best.” She steps closer, laying a delicate hand on my chest. “They’re so nice, Reed.”

“You’ve been adopted.”

She giggles, making me smile, and more warmth spreads through my chest.

“Ready to go, angel?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes, Daddy.”

I steal a quick kiss before reaching for her helmet. Time to get my woman home.