Page 33 of Biker Daddy

It was dark, but he didn’t need a flashlight. He didn’t really want to face her after he’d fucked up and kissed her, but he’d promised he would. And he’d spanked her. She needed comfort and care. It had been wrong of him to leave her, but if he hadn’t, they’d both be naked and tangled in her sheets.

She was sitting on her bed looking a bit stunned when he got to her cabin. “You okay, baby girl?”

She shook her head and tears welled in her eyes.

“Aw, honey, come here.” He set the tray down and held open his arms for her. She wasted no time wrapping hers around his waist and tucking into him.

“I shouldn’t have left you here after I spanked you. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I should have taken you with me.” He smoothed his hand down her hair. She felt so tiny to him, especially since she was tucked in so tightly.

“I felt so alone, Drew. I am alone. So, so alone.”

He hushed her when the sobbing started, and rubbed her back, giving her squeezes of reassurance to let her know she wasn’t alone.

When the sobbing ebbed, Drew undressed the rest of her, once again pulling off his own shirt for her to sleep in. He kept constant contact with her, whether that was running his hands up her ribs to remove her shirt or simply holding her hand.

“Babe, even with tears streaking your face, you look sexy as hell in my t-shirt.” He wiped the tears from her face with his thumbs and took her hand again.

She smiled and sniffled. “It feels good. It feels like you’re holding me.”

“I am holding you.” He pulled back the bed covers with his free hand and nodded for her to climb in. She turned, putting her knee up and when he wouldn’t release her fingers from between his, she pulled him in with her.

With the lamp out, and silence except for the sounds of nature outside, he could hear her deep breathing. She was asleep within minutes. Her adventure and the spanking had probably exhausted her.

“You’re not alone, baby girl. You’re always with me right here.” He tapped two fingers over his heart. Tucking her hair back, he kissed her temple and then gently climbing from the bed that was too small for the two of them, he headed for the door. With his t-shirt wrapped around her sweet body, he’d probably be a feast for the mosquitoes, but he didn’t care as long as she was comfortable.

The evening was cooler than it had been the week before, and as he walked back to the trailer he felt the bite of it against his bare skin. Knowing he’d never sleep now, he went to the cabins he’d been remodeling before Addi had arrived. He couldn’t hammer, saw, or grind without waking Addi, but he could paint the walls. He longed to go to his house—not the caretaker’s trailer, but the one on the cliff, the one with his paintings. But he needed to be close to her.

He entered the cabin he’d been last working on and looked at the fresh white walls. He’d already primed them and they were his to paint however he chose. He chuckled, imagining the faces of the guests if he painted his Addianna mid-spanking. The way her mouth formed an O of surprise when it both stung her ass and heated her core. He’d known at first the slow spanking had aroused her, and like him, she’d wanted more, but she had opened her mouth and proved she’d needed something a little harsher than some sexy slaps on her ass. That girl needed to know he cared for her and not just because she revved his engine like no other.

He cursed. “Stop thinking about her!” he hollered to the white walls.

He got to work, setting up his paints, deciding this cabin should have a mural of the marsh. Dragonflies, frogs, and a heron fishing with fish swimming beneath and hiding behind rocks and reeds. He’d paint blues and green on the other walls and the beds.

He worked, almost in a trance, losing track of time, stopping only when the mural was complete and daybreak peeked through the windows. He smiled, his paint-splattered hands on hips looking over his work. He could imagine the children that would sleep here, with their eyes growing droopy as they counted the fish and other hidden wildlife.

Drew washed the brushes in his trailer and put them away; after a quick rinse in the shower to get the paint off, he threw on his workout gear and went for a run. He knew running wouldn’t take him any farther from his demons, but it would take his mind off them for the moment.

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