Page 5 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)

Five

Tyra

I wake up feeling like every nerve in my body has been rewired. Like I’m suddenly aware of parts of myself I didn’t know existed.

Between worrying about the storm outside, when I’m going to be able to leave, and my memories of Havoc, my sleep was not all that restful.

I just slipped out of my clothes, brushed my teeth, and burrowed myself under the super comfy duvet in a cotton shirt and sleep shorts, wondering in what crazy pickle I got myself.

What happened last night plays on repeat in my mind. Reed’s hands on me. His mouth, his fingers inside me… Oh my God, I can’t believe I let him do that to me! And the things I said, what I called him! I can’t believe how incredible it felt, how desperately I want him to do it again…

My skin is still tingly from his touch. I’ve never felt anything like that before - I didn’t even know my body was capable of that kind of response. Eight months with Will and the most I ever felt was mild discomfort and disappointment.

But with Havoc? That man knew exactly what he was doing. Each of his touches was purposeful, confident, freaking perfect.

Just remembering his voice saying, “Come for me,” sends heat spreading between my legs. I should be ashamed of myself because of how hard I came, but all I can think about is more .

And that’s insane, right? Yesterday I didn’t even know Reed Lawson existed, and now I’m lying in his guest bed, dying to feel his powerful hands on me again.

But those hands… big, rough, sure and knowing exactly how to make a girl lose her damn mind. And the way he looked at me, like I drive him just as wild…

Before I can stop myself, my hand slides down my stomach. I’m already wet just thinking about him, and when my fingers find my clit, I have to bite my lip so I don’t make too much noise.

I close my eyes and try to remember exactly how Havoc touched me, but it’s not the same. My fingers feel good, but it’s not him. I need…

Then I hear footsteps in the hallway. Shit. I freeze, my hand still where it definitely shouldn’t be in someone else’s bed, my heart pounding like crazy. The footsteps stop right outside the door, and I literally stop breathing, terrified he’s going to come in and catch me.

They pause for a moment before continuing.

Great. Now I’m too mortified to finish, and I have to get dressed while still all worked up. Perfect.

I guess it’s time to face my host. I can’t hide in here forever.

Thank God I grabbed my bag on my way to the guest room last night. I use the en-suite bathroom, throw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, trying to look normal despite my burning cheeks and the way my heart seems ready to burst out of my chest. And let’s not mention my dripping pussy…

The smell of coffee and eggs hits me when I open the door, reminding me I haven’t eaten since that sandwich I grabbed at the gas station late yesterday afternoon.

I stop at the kitchen entrance, staring. Havoc is at the stove with his back to me, and even from behind he’s freaking beautiful with his broad shoulders filling out a gray Henley, another pair of worn jeans sitting low on his hips. Power and control in every line of his massive body.

“Good morning,” I manage, my voice coming out breathy.

He turns, and seeing him in full daylight hits me like a punch. With his ruggedly handsome face framed by salt and pepper hair, his storm-gray eyes that see way too much, the scruff along his square jaw that I can still feel against my skin, those full, sexy lips… gah!

“Morning, angel,” he rumbles.

My stomach goes silly with flutters.

“Did you sleep okay?” I force myself to ask conversationally.

“Like shit.” He flips the eggs with practiced ease. “Kept thinking about how sweet you tasted.”

I almost drop the coffee mug I’m reaching for. So, we’re not pretending it didn’t happen. Oookay…

“Havoc,” I breathe.

“What, angel? You shy about last night?” He turns fully, leaning against the counter. God, he’s so freaking big and hot! “Don’t be, sweetheart. You were perfect.”

Oh my God, who even says that?!

“I just… I don’t usually…” I gesture helplessly.

“I know; that’s also what made it so fucking hot.” His eyes darken.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper.

“Good thing I do.” He moves closer until I’m trapped between his tall, bulky frame and the marble counter. Surrounded by his heat, his scent… we’re not touching yet but close. Very close. “Your job is just to trust me, sweetheart. Let me teach you.”

“But… what if I disappoint you?”

“Impossible.” His rough thumb brushes my cheek, and I lean into the touch without even thinking. “Angel, everything about you is fucking perfect. You’re smart, beautiful, strong. And you’re mine. Simple as that. We’re gonna work phenomenally.”

Wow. Just wow.

“You want to know what kept me up all night?” he asks in a low husk.

I nod, not trusting my voice.

“Thinking about getting my mouth on you.” His eyes never leave mine.

His hand, cupping the side of my face, thick, rough thumb running over my skin.

“How you’ll taste.” I instinctively lick my lips and watch in fascination as his darkened gaze focuses there.

And when he continues, his voice is more savage, ravenous beast than man.

“The sounds you’ll make when I use my tongue on that tight, wet pussy. ”

My knees actually give, and I have to grip the counter to stay upright.

“There you go again,” he rumbles with an amused twinkle in his fascinating eyes, his full lips twitching. “Getting all worked up. Pressing your thighs together because you’re already soaked for me.”

He’s right, and the fact that he knows it should mortify me. Instead, it just makes the ache worse.

“I can’t help it,” I whisper.

“I know, angel. And that drives me crazy too.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “So fucking mine. So ready for me even if you have no idea what I plan to do to you.”

“I want to find out,” I blurt out, before clapping a hand over my mouth. Oh Lord…

Something hot and possessive flashes in Havoc’s eyes. “Good angel. Now come eat. You’re gonna need your strength.”

The promise in his words makes me go from damp to soaked, but then he turns back to the stove like he didn’t just short-circuit my brain. Again.

I sit at the counter on a black leather upholstered bar stool.

It’s elegant, masculine, super comfortable, and probably crazy expensive, like everything else in this place seems to be.

I watch Havoc plate my food, staring at the ink on the backs of his hands and fingers, his tanned skin, his focused expression.

The black and silver hair I crave to run my fingers through.

The ruggedly handsome features I’m dying to trace with the tips of my fingers, my lips…

That mouth I can’t wait to taste again. And his scary-big bulge that I’m desperate to unpack…

“This looks amazing,” I chirp uncomfortably when he sets a plate in front of me with perfectly fried eggs, buttered toast, and sauteed potatoes.

“Eat,” he commands in his Daddy tone, settling across from me with his own plate.

I try to focus on the food, but I can feel him watching me. His gaze is like a physical touch, making me hyperaware of my every movement.

“What?” I ask when I find the courage to acknowledge his staring.

“Just watching you eat, angel. ”

Something about the way he says it makes me feel self-conscious. “What does that mean?”

“Means you enjoy having something you like in your mouth. You take your time. You don’t rush.” His grin turns wicked. “Gonna love teaching you how to suck my cock.”

I choke on my coffee, coughing while he watches me with amusement, all the while patting my back.

“Reed, you can’t just say things like that!”

“Why not? It’s true.” He leans back, completely relaxed, while I’m combusting. “Gonna teach you everything, angel. How to use that pretty mouth. How to take all of me. How to ask for what you need.”

“Havoc,” I whisper, squirming on my stool.

“Finish your breakfast, angel. Then we’ll work on lesson two.”

He says it like that’s a perfectly normal thing to say. And I’m so shocked, so turned on, so ready for our next lesson, I just pick up my fork and keep eating. Because apparently when a big, bad, mountain man, daddy biker gives you a direct order, you have no other choice but to obey.

And that should probably concern me more than it does, but all I can think about is what exactly lesson two is gonna be about…