Page 5 of His Biker Daddy

Cash

P art of me is exhausted, but the rest of me is so damn wired I can barely contain myself.

Thank god, Everly is safe, and now with Thatcher dead, I can stop feeling like my skin is sloughing off.

That’s the way it felt every time I had to flirt with him, especially knowing what he’s done.

The only way I got through it was to pretend I was writing those things to Law and not that psycho.

I thought I was going to die when Law grabbed hold of me earlier in the office, but that was nothing compared to when he kissed me. And even that kiss didn’t compare to the one he gave me after Thatcher was on his knees and under control.

Now, we’re pulling up to the clubhouse, and there’s blood pounding in my ears louder than the roar of my bike.

I motion to the garage attached to the building and Law pulls up to it, letting me hit the button to open the garage door so we can pull inside it.

Pres’ car is already in it, but I didn’t expect anything less.

Hell, I’m sure he didn’t even wait for it to be parked before he was out the door with Everly in his arms to take her upstairs and check her over.

She looked pretty badass sitting there with her knife in her hand, just sipping on some water, patiently waiting for Pres to come get her.

I can guarantee no one in the club is ever going to risk their neck trying shit with her.

Not unless they want to die a slow painful death—by either of their hands.

Yeah, Everly killed them to protect herself—and my little niece or nephew she’s carrying, and I’m relieved to not have to hide the news of that any longer.

I’m sure if she was in the same situation again, she wouldn’t hesitate to do it all over again.

I’d have probably shat myself before managing to get it done, and that’s with growing up in the club.

Law lets me get up but before I can even get three full steps away, he’s up off the bike, his hand digging into the t-shirt I wore over the vest he insisted on, jerking me up against his chest. His other hand slides to my hip, pulling me tightly against his, and the beast inside his jeans is nothing compared to the real sight of his mammoth cock free of clothing.

I know because two weeks ago I was taking a shower in the locker room down by the gym after spending an hour on the weights, trying to tame down my frustrations that Law wouldn’t look at me, other than to sneer my way most days.

I’d turned around to grab some soap, and my eyes landed straight on Law and his thickness he was running his hand up and down, his eyes straying down my body.

His smirk when he saw my dick had my face coloring, because I’d initially turned the water onto cool to try and stamp out the need and it was a shriveled little tip, whereas Law’s was massive, and as he stroked up it, he lifted it, showing off the double hoops that accompanied his ball sack.

I can’t stand needles so the idea of putting one through my ear makes me squeamish, let alone putting one anywhere near my nuts. On Law, it looked so hot, made me want to lick on them to see if it’d get him harder or make him come easier.

He teased the hell out of me, telling me to be a good boy and soap myself good, get all the little nooks and crannies clean.

I couldn’t begin to stop and let him watch as I soaped myself all over, including my ass as I turned away from him, opening my cheeks as I went and I could feel him come closer as I continued to wash my balls and my ass.

He was grunting a bit, and I felt something land on my ass just before Jokester came into the main part of the locker room, talking loudly, and before I could even turn my head, Law was stalking away, his long cock hanging limp and I knew he’d come on my ass.

I’d hoped it would change things with us, but all it did was get him to push me further away.

I hated it, but the moment he kissed me earlier, it all disappeared.

The frustration and pain at least—I still want to know why he did it, but I can wait for that answer.

I can’t wait for more with him now and I wrap my arms around him, leaning into his larger body as he stares down into my face, his eyes glittering but no longer hard—at least not the way they have been the last month.

There’s still some of that hardness in them, but I think it’s the hardness I’m going to enjoy—immensely.

“I hope you know what you’re asking for, little boy, because looking at me like that is going to get you fucked hard,” he warns, and it just sends a ripple straight through me.

His mouth stops descending towards me and I let out a small moan, making his lip tick upwards.

“Get that tight ass of yours up to my room— now .”

I don’t argue, simply take a step back, turning to head for the door.

Law lets out a chuckle, catching up and his hand lands on my ass, holding it as he pushes me on towards the stairs.

“Eager aren’t you, boy? Let’s see if you still feel the same once you’re locked in my room,” he warns, but nothing is slowing me down now.

My room and the guest rooms are located on one of the outer hallways.

The place was originally intended to be a school building, but that never happened since the county commissioner stole the funds that were supposed to finish the place, and the club eventually bought it at auction.

Rooms were transformed into small ‘apartments’ for the ranks, some guest suites, and then just rooms for the rest of the members that lived in.

The entire building is built like a T shape, with the middle set up to hold three rows of classrooms upstairs and down, and while Pres’ rooms are upstairs at the very bottom of the T.

My room is at the end of the T’s cross upstairs while Law’s been using the guest suite that’s just down the hall from mine.

It’s actually faster to get to them by going up the side stairs than the main ones, and that’s the way I take, while Law’s hand grabs at my ass, which makes my cock wake up even more.

Law pushes us past my room, opening his with the keycard we’ve switched over to since a couple of the club girls—one that’s no longer with us after trying Pres’ patience for the last time—learned how to pick normal door locks.

The ranks have fingerprint scanners on ours, while the guest suites have keycards.

The machine to program the cards is in the main office and normally under Meyer or Spawn’s control, but I can run it if I’m the only one there.

Which is how Law got the one he’s holding and this specific room.

Hey, I might have been annoyed with him that first day, but I still wanted him. Wanted him close and now, I’m finally getting as close as I’d hoped it seems.

He pulls me into his room, shutting and locking the door behind us, adding the bolt on the upper part of it as his eyes glitter even deeper blue as he smiles down at me.

Before I know it, his hands are pressing against my shoulders, pushing me down onto my knees.

He takes half a step backwards, his hand going to his pants, and he jerks them open, pulling out his hard cock.

He grabs hold of my jaw, pulling down on it, and his cock slides between my lips without a single word spoken.

His eyes though—they tell me everything and I don’t begin to resist or argue.

I let him in, my tongue sliding against his hardness, and his hand on my jaw tightens.

It feels amazing—it and his cock as he pushes in deeper, butting up against my throat making me choke.

I love a good face fuck, the messier the better, and I let him take control, sucking and choking on his length when he pushes in even further.

His hand slips from my jaw to my throat, his grip tight, and it makes my dick harden entirely. He tightened his grip on my neck a hint, giving my mouth a thrust, and his cum filled it, letting me slurp it all down.

“You’ve got a wicked mouth, little boy. One of these days I’ll tame it,” Law grunts, his hands pulling me up, before reaching for the zipper of my hoodie.

It comes off before I know it, along with everything else, and I only get to enjoy looking at him for a moment before he pushed me down over the bed and spanked me hard.

It made my dick jump and Law pushed me up, so I was entirely on the bed, my ass pointed at him.

“You’re a grower, aren’t you, boy? Let’s see if it's still hard when you’ve taken your licks. ”

“Fuck!” I shout when his hand comes down even harder on my ass, but his next smack is even harder and I grip the comforter tight, as it simply has my dick jerking every time he lands another spank.

I’m teetering on the edge, about to come when something cool slips around my throat and I choke a bit as it’s pulled tight.

“I think it’s time we get a few things clear, so you know exactly what’s going on,” Law says, his tone hard against my ear as his body blankets mine.

“You fucking belong to me, you got that? If I find out you’re talking to other men online, especially some fucking psycho that you know damn well is a fucking psycho,” he adds, giving the thing on my neck another pull and it chokes me a bit again, “I will lock your ass in a cage and not let you out until you prove you’re sorry.

The only one that gets to put any part of you in danger is me.

And all of that danger will be carefully researched and evaluated, so it can’t actually kill you.

Do you get me, little boy?” he adds, giving the thing on my neck another tug, this one even harder, but I definitely understand.