Page 8 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)

Seven

Tyra

Oh God. What just happened?

I’m still trying to catch my breath. Havoc’s looking at me with an expression so savage, so possessive, but also tender. I feel like I just discovered a whole new part of myself I didn’t even know existed.

“You okay, angel?” he asks in a hoarse voice.

I nod, even though I’m not sure “okay” even begins to cover whatever this thing between us is. I feel amazing, overwhelmed and terrified all at once.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he says, scooping up my clothes from the floor. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I can do that,” I protest, but my voice sounds weird and breathy.

“I know you can.” He looks down at me with intense eyes and a small, reassuring smile, handing me my sweater. “But I’m taking care of you now, angel.”

Oh my God, this man’s gonna make my heart explode in my chest. I don’t know when the last time anyone actually took care of me was. Will sure never did.

Havoc leads me down the hall to his bathroom, which is seriously nice. Like, spa-level nice. He starts running water in the massive, claw-footed bathtub while I stand there with my arms wrapped around me, feeling suddenly shy.

“This is really not necessary,” I tell him.

“Yes, it is,” he replies softly, his gravelly voice taking a low, soothing tone that makes my insides melt. He tests the water temperature, then adds a bath oil that smells amazing. “You need to relax, angel. Process what just happened.”

“I’ve processed,” I lie.

He grins, his handsomeness dazzling me, giving me a look that says he knows I’m full of it, which, fair, because I totally am. My brain is going a million miles an hour right now.

“Get in,” Havoc insists in a firm but gentle tone. “I’ll grab you some water and something to eat.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Tyra.” He pins me with another soft look, running his knuckles along my jaw. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

The way he says that makes something flutter in my chest. So I nod and climb into the tub.

Holy hell, this feels incredible! The water’s the perfect temperature, and what he put in smells like cedar and lavender. I sink in until I’m up to my chin and let out a sigh of pleasure.

My entire body feels different. More alive. Is this what I’m supposed to feel like?

Havoc knocks on the door. “Can I come in? Got your water.”

“Um, sure.”

He enters with a big glass of water and what looks like dark chocolate. Sets them on the edge of the tub where I can reach them, then surprises me by sitting on the floor next to the bathtub like this is all completely normal.

“Drink,” he orders gently.

I do and realize I’m actually really thirsty. “Thanks.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Good. Really good, actually.” I pause. “Is it weird that I feel kind of… proud of myself?”

He chuckles, bringing out the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. God, he’s handsome. “Not weird at all, angel. You should be proud.”

“My ex always made me feel like there was something wrong with me. Like I was broken or something.”

His jaw ticks. “Your ex was a piece of shit who didn’t know what he had.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to figure that out.” I take another sip of water, smiling. “This is really nice, Havoc. The bath and everything.” I put my hand on the back of his that’s curled on the edge of the tub.

His eyes lower to where we’re touching before returning to mine. “Good, angel. Here, have a bite.”

He holds a square of chocolate to my lips. I open and let it melt on my tongue, eyes closed, loving the rich, creamy, decadent taste and texture.

Havoc chuckles before asking, “Want me to wash your hair?”

The offer catches me off guard. “Oh. Um, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

Something about the simple way he says it makes me nod. He sets my water and chocolate back on a tray resting on the windowsill, and moves behind the tub. His hands are gentle as he wets my hair and works in shampoo. It feels so good I could melt into a puddle…

“Havoc?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Thank you. For all of this. For being patient with me.”

His hands pause in my hair. “Thank you for trusting me.”

We’re quiet for a moment, just the sound of water and his hands in my hair. Then, his phone buzzes on the counter. He ignores it, but it goes off again.

“You need to get that?” I ask.

“They can wait.” Okay then…

He rinses my hair, then stands, stretching to his formidable height, looming over me, his eyes never leaving mine, and starts undressing…

in a slow, teasing strip. First his Henley, then his jeans and boxer-briefs.

Standing in front of me in nothing but sun-kissed skin over thick, hard muscle.

So freaking big, so hot. All man. Fucking beautiful.

I want to trace every single one of his tattoos with my fingers, my lips, my tongue…

. He winks at me and climbs into the tub, settling at my back.

I sink back against his warm, hard chest, feeling completely surrounded by him.

His huge arms, his thick thighs bracketing mine, his big hands are slick with the bath water as they slide over my body.

Every inch of me feels too sensitive, too warm, like I’ve been rewired from the inside out.

“You feel how soft you are, angel?” he murmurs into my ear, his lips brushing the shell, his raspy voice making me shiver all over. “You’re shaking. That’s what happens when I get my hands on you.”

His palms drift lower, over my hips, between my thighs. And I suck in a breath when his fingers glide through the slick mess between my legs.

“So fucking wet,” he growls. “You’ve been soaking for ten minutes and I can still feel how turned on you are.”

“Havoc…”

“Yeah, baby. You ready.”

I nod. I can’t speak. My body’s buzzing, and I feel like if he stops touching me now, I might actually combust.

He shifts behind me, and the thick ridge of his cock nudges between my thighs, hot and heavy even under the water. One of his massive arms wraps tight around my waist, holding me still, while the other hand lifts one of my legs, opening me wider.

“Relax,” he says, low and dark. “I’m gonna go slow, stretch you out real good.”

I feel the tip of him pressing at my entrance, broad and hard, and I grab the edges of the tub as my heart tries to climb out of my chest.

“You gonna take me, angel. All of me. Might feel too big at first, but I promise your perfect, unclaimed pussy was made for daddy’s big dick.”

He rolls his hips, pushing just the head inside me, and I gasp. My body fights the invasion, snug and untried, but the water and the way he’s working me slow, steady, relentless, help. I let out a loud moan as he sinks a little deeper.

“You feel that?” he rasps, his mouth hot against my neck. “That’s Daddy breaking in your tight little virgin cunt.”

I whimper, my head falling back against his shoulder.

“Tell me how it feels, angel.”

“Full. So full,” I whisper in a shaky voice. “You’re huge…”

“Damn right I am.” He licks a path up my throat. “Every fucking inch of me is for you, angel…”

I nod, and he keeps pushing, slow but unyielding, his cock stretching me more than I ever thought I could handle. There’s pressure, a burn, but it’s edged with something else… intense pleasure under the discomfort.

“Almost there,” he grits. “Just a little more, angel. You’re doing so fucking good for Daddy.”

He bottoms out with a deep groan, and I cry out. Half in pain, half from ecstasy. Havoc stills, breathing hard, letting me adjust while his hand strokes over my ribs, my belly, my breasts.

“You okay?” he murmurs, panting against my temple.

“Yeah,” I manage. “So… big.”

He chuckles low and breathy. “You took it like a good girl. Took daddy’s cock like you were fucking born for it.”

We stay like that for a long moment, with his arms around me, him buried deep inside me, throbbing, rearranging my insides while the bathwater laps around us.

Then he starts to move in slow, deep thrusts that rock me against his chest. And the stretch starts to melt into something else, something fucking amazing.

I can feel every inch of him dragging against my walls, brushing spots inside me that make my breath catch.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Ride me, angel. Let me show you.”

My hips start to move with his, instinct taking over, and his hand slides down to my clit, rubbing circles.

I cry out. It’s too much… His cock, his hands, his voice in my ear. My whole body tightens.

“Come, angel. Come on Daddy’s cock. Fucking let go for me.”

I break apart with a moan, clenching around him, my orgasm ripping through me so hard I scream. And Havoc growls against my neck, his hips snapping into me.

“Fuck. Gonna breed this perfect fucking pussy. Take it all, angel. Take every fucking drop of Daddy’s seed.”

I feel him come inside me, his thick, long cock twitching deep, and I swear my body lights up all over again.

After, we stay tangled together; the water cooling around us, my thighs still shaking.

He presses a kiss to the side of my head, rumbling, “mine.”

* * *

This time when Havoc’s phone buzzes on the small table next to the tub, he sighs. “Sorry, angel. Let me check it.”

He shakes a hand out of the water and stretches to grab it. I watch his expression relax as he reads what’s on the screen.

“All good?”

“Yeah. It’s my MC brothers checking in. Making sure I’m not snowed in without supplies.” He types a quick response.

He sets the phone down and goes back to running his hands all over my body, and pressing kisses on every inch of skin he can reach.

“That must be nice. Having people who care.”

His hands still for a moment. “You don’t have that?”

I shrug, making water slosh around the tub. “Most foster care isn’t really family. My roommate Mia is my best friend. That’s about it for me.”

“Foster care?” I can hear his pain, anger, concern for me… so many emotions in those two words.

“Yeah. I was bounced around since I was twelve. Aged out of the system at eighteen, and got myself to college on scholarships.” I try to keep my voice light, but the old, deeply rooted pain is too real to hide. “It’s fine. Life, you know.”

“Angel.” His voice is raspy. “Look at me.”

I turn to meet his eyes, and the intensity there takes my breath away.

“You have people who care now. You have me.”

The simple declaration makes my eyes sting with unexpected tears. “Hav…”

“I mean it. You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.”

That sounds like a promise. Like safety. Like I finally have a home.