Page 2 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)

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 me rethinking 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 apartment near 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.

She sighs. “I… just had a bad breakup. You know… the kind where you start questioning everything.”

Anger flares in my chest. Some stupid, motherfucking, lowlife, piece of shit hurt my sweet girl…

I fight to keep my voice steady. “Wanna talk about it?”

She giggles and looks up at me with surprise in her beautiful eyes.

“Not really.” She shakes her head, and I watch her curls move around her soft features with fascination.

“That’s why I’m here: to stop thinking about it.

” She gives me a shy but mischievous smile.

“Getting lost wasn’t part of the plan, though. ”

I bark out a surprised laugh. “Sometimes the best things happen when you’re not following the plan.”

I wink at her and watch her pulse flutter at her throat. Fuck me. So fucking responsive. We’re in for a lifetime of fun.

When the coffee’s ready, I pour my angel a mug, making sure our fingers brush when I hand it to her. And she doesn’t pull away…

“This is really good,” Tyra says after a sip. All big doe eyes, gentle smile, full tits, and ass I’m gonna fucking ravage.

I settle next to her, close enough to catch her scent.

My girl smells like sweet, sweet cherry pie.

Long, lazy summers where you ride on the open road with the sun on your neck and the wind in your hair.

She smells like that first sip of fresh lemonade at the end of that long ride.

Like kicking off your boots and hanging your cut. Like fucking home.

“Yeah? Anything worth doing, worth doing right,” I rasp out, my voice dripping with need.

My girl’s eyes widen at my tone. She’s thinking about what else I might do right, and from the way she shifts on her stool, she fucking likes that thought.

“What kind of construction work do you do?” she asks, clearly trying to steer us to safer ground.

I smirk, but respond, “commercial mostly.” I lean back, studying her face. “Nothing too exciting.”

“Sounds more exciting than college.”

I chuckle. “What are you studying?”

“Education.” Her whole face lights up. “I love working with kids. My dream is to teach elementary school.”

Fuck, she’s real. No games with my angel.

Just a nice girl who wants to help kids learn.

She’s nothing like so many women I’ve been with before.

Prissy city girl who just wanted a ride on the wild side.

Biker groupies, after my patch. And the worst kind: the ones who drooled over me but were too damn judgmental and scared to be judged to do anything about it.

Except of course, when they found out I’m a successful business owner…

Then I couldn’t get them off my dick. No wonder I haven’t been with a woman in years.

I shake myself, returning to my conversation with Tyra. “You’ll be good at that.”

“How can you tell?” Again with the wide eyes and her full, kissable lips parted in surprise. Shit, I won’t be able to hold back much longer at this rate.

“You’re sitting here having coffee with a tattooed, older stranger, twice your size, who told you he’s a biker.” I meet her pretty brown eyes. “You’re kind. Open.”

“I guess… you don’t feel like a stranger,” she says, then adds hurriedly, “I mean…”

“I know what you mean, angel.”

And just then, thunder crashes outside, rattling the windows.

“Storm’s here,” I say, moving to check the weather app. “We’re officially cut off.”

Tyra follows me, standing close enough that I feel her warmth. The radar shows nothing but red and purple - this storm’s going to be a monster.

“How long will it last?”

“Few days at least.” I turn and realize we’re standing real close. Too fucking close.

Not fucking enough.

Tyra’s breath catches. She feels this thing between us.

“Reed…”

“Call me Havoc, sweetheart.”

She doesn’t back away. Good girl.

“Havoc, I think I’m in trouble.”

“Only the best kind of trouble, angel,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face.