Page 3 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)

Three

Tyra

Havoc’s fingers pushing hair away from my face sends my stomach into complete chaos. I should step back, but I’m fascinated by how smoldering his gray eyes are right now.

“Havoc…” I whisper, not even sure what I’m trying to say.

“Yes, angel?”

God, the way he says that word. It’s nothing like when Will used to call me babe. It sounds reverent and possessive all at once, and it makes everything between my legs feel amazingly wet and tingly in a way that’s totally new to me.

I don’t know what to do with my hands, where to look, or how to handle my body going completely haywire just from this mountain of a man standing so close to me.

“You feel it too, don’t you, sweetheart?” Havoc asks in a voice gone all low and gravelly.

“Feel what?” I manage to squeak out.

“This.” His thumb traces along my jaw, and I actually whimper. “The way your body knows what it wants, even if we just met.”

“I don’t… I can’t…” Great, now I’m stuttering like an idiot.

“Can’t what, angel?”

“I don’t know what’s happening to me, Havoc.”

Something shifts in his expression. “What’s happening is you found who you belong with.”

He steps closer, and Jesus, he’s huge. I have to crane my neck to look up at him, and being this close, I can smell him even more. All that leather, spice, and something purely masculine that makes me want to press my face against his chest to breathe him in.

His chest. God. Even through his Henley, I can see how built he is, all solid muscle and broad shoulders that make me feel tiny in the best possible way. Me, the big girl. This is surreal.

“No one ever made you feel like this,” he states.

I shake my head because my voice has apparently stopped working.

“That’s right, sweet girl.” His large hand slides into my hair with a grip firm enough to make me gasp. “That’s because you were waiting for me.”

“Waiting for… what?”

“To teach you. Everything.” The word comes out rough, and I swear I can feel it in my bones. “What your body can feel. What it’s like to be with someone who knows what you need.”

My breath catches because there’s something in his voice that promises things I’ve never even imagined before. But it also terrifies me because I have no clue what I’m supposed to do.

“I don’t know how,” I blurt out, my face burning.

“Don’t know how to what?”

“Any of this. I’m really bad at… you know. Sex stuff. My ex said I was frigid.”

The change in Reed’s face is immediate and totally scary. And not in a sexy way this time. I can clearly see the big, bad mountain man who’s part of an outlaw MC. His eyes go dark, his jaw clenching hard.

“Your ex was a fucking idiot,” he growls. “There’s nothing frigid about the way you’re responding to me right now.”

“I’m not doing anything,” I protest weakly.

“No?” His free hand settles on my waist, and his thumb brushes just under my sweater, making me shiver. “Then why are you breathing hard, angel? Why are your pupils blown wide? Why are you pressing your thighs together?”

My face goes hot because he’s totally right about all of it. My body is betraying me.

“I don’t know,” I whisper.

He leans until his mouth is right at my ear. “Your body knows what it needs, angel. Even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet.”

“W… what does it need?”

“Me.” The word is simple, but it hits me like lightning. “My hands on you. My mouth showing you what you’ve been missing.” He licks the shell of my ear, sending shivers throughout my body, before adding, “my cock inside that sweet, wet, tight, untouched cunt.”

I gasp because no one has ever talked to me like this - so direct, raw and completely unapologetic.

“I… we can’t…”

Havoc’s sculpted lips form that panty-melting smirk again, making his dimples pop. “Yeah?”

“I… I barely know you, Reed.”

“It’s Havoc to you, angel. Or daddy.”

Oh My God!

His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and I moan.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“You don’t have to do anything, sweet girl. That’s my job.” His voice drops even lower. “All you have to do is let me take care of you.”

The words make me feel dizzy, but I’m worried I’m gonna disappoint him.

“Daddy, I…” oh my God, did I just call him that?!

“Stop thinking,” he orders, and something in his tone makes me want to just obey. “Just feel.”

Then his mouth is on mine, and good God this is nothing like kissing any of the boys I’ve kissed before.

This is a man who knows exactly what he wants and takes it.

His lips are firm and warm, and when I gasp in surprise, his tongue slides against mine.

And the taste of him invades my mouth. So good…

Addictive. Intoxicating. Added to his scent, the feel of him, the heat from his massive body surrounding me…

I should be shocked, but instead I melt into him completely. My hands come up to grip his shoulders, and Jesus, he’s all solid muscle under my palms. Everything about Havoc is hard where I’m soft, and it makes me feel feminine in a way I never have before.

When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathing hard.

“There’s my good girl,” he rasps out.

“Daddy…”

“Shh.” His hand slides from my waist down to my hip, his thick thumb tracing patterns over my jeans that make me squirm. “Let me show you.”

Before I can ask any more questions, his big hand moves lower, cupping me through my jeans. I cry out at the contact, my legs nearly giving out.

“Fuck, baby. You’re fucking soaked,” he growls against my ear. “I can feel it even through your jeans.”

“Please…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for.

“Please what, baby? Please touch your sweet, greedy cunt?”

“Yes,” I gasp, not caring how desperate I sound or how shocking it is that I’m responding to his crude words.

Havoc’s big hand works at my jeans with surprising dexterity, and I should probably be embarrassed about how easily I’m letting him pop the buttons open, how eager I am for his touch. But all I can focus on is the heat of his palm as he slides it inside my panties.

“Christ,” he breathes when his fingers find me. “You’re dripping for me, angel.”

I can only whimper as he touches me, his fingers sliding through wetness I didn’t even know was there. When he finds my clit, I nearly scream.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, working me in slow, maddening circles. “Let me hear how good it feels.”

I’m making sounds I’ve never heard myself make before, clinging to his wide shoulders as he does things to me I didn’t know were possible. When he slides a long, thick finger inside me, I see stars.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts. “Gonna have to stretch you before you can take Daddy’s fat cock.”

The obscene words should shock me, but instead they make me clench harder around his finger.

He pushes a second one inside me, making me feel impossibly full.

Working me. I’m shaking, whimpering. It feels so freaking good.

Every time Havoc pushes in and out of my wet, spasming pussy, a new wave of pleasure invades my body.

I’m climbing toward something I’ve never felt before.

Digging my nails into his skin through the fabric of his shirt.

“Daddy, I think… I think I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my fingers like my good fucking girl.”

He grunts out the words with his lips on mine, his tongue coming out to lick.

His teeth nibbling at me. And all that, combined with his command, pushes me over the edge.

I explode around his hand, crying out so loud it echoes through the cabin.

He works me through it, thrusting his big fingers inside me with obscene wet noises.

My moans, his groans. The smell of my juices.

All that’s making me feel dizzy while Havoc keeps murmuring praise in my ear as I’m shaking and gasping.

When I finally come down from my orgasm, he slowly pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, greedily sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact.

I whimper, watching his full lips shine with my cum, his pink tongue poking out to swirl around his big fingers.

The gray of his eyes turning dark. He looks savagely handsome.

Oh my God, this is just like one of the alpha heroes from my smut books! I never thought men did this in real life!

“Sweet as honey,” he rumbles. “Gonna taste you properly next time.”

The promise makes me shiver, but then his expression shifts. Like shutters falling down.

“Go to bed, Tyra.”

“What?” I blink up at him, confused by the sudden turn. Still standing there, panting, with my jeans open, and the smell of my orgasm saturating the air.

“You heard me. Go to bed. Now,” Havoc repeats in a tone that makes it clear he’s not used to doing so.

“But I thought… after that, I thought we’d…” I’m struggling for words.

“We’d what? Fuck right here against my kitchen counter? Not tonight, angel.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m about two seconds from bending you over and taking what’s mine whether you’re ready or not.

” His voice is rough with barely controlled need as he leans into my face.

Big and scary. Waves of frustration rolling off him.

“And when I fuck you for the first time.” He grabs the back of my neck, holding me captive.

“I want you fucking desperate for it.” He leans impossibly close.

His face, his eyes, all I can see. His smell seepping into my pores.

His body heat, engulfing me. “Begging for my cock.” He threads his fingers through my hair and tugs.

“Not fucking hurting because I’m too big and you’re too damn tight. ”

The words are grunted out through clenched teeth. And heat floods my entire body.

He lets go of me and takes a step back. “Now, angel.”

The finality in his tone tells me the conversation is over. I head toward the guest room he pointed at earlier on shaky legs, hyperaware of Havoc’s eyes on me.