Page 45 of Biker Daddy

Chapter Eleven

Addi

Addi’s eyes shot open, her heart aching from a dream about Uncle Ray. She stirred, still entwined in Drew’s arms, and he tightened them around her in sleep. She let out a breath, telling herself it was just a dream. Even though she was warm and safe in Drew’s arms, she felt restless. She looked at the clock. It was one a.m.

Nothing she could do now, except she needed to do something—something for her uncle. The dream had unsettled her and although the vividness was fading, the emotion was still intense. She thought hard about what she could do but there wasn’t much that could be done in the middle of the night.

She grabbed her phone on the nightstand and opened her Facebook application. Could she post something? When the group opened, she saw the background banner and smiled. It was a canoe with three boys and Uncle Ray. He was holding up a fish the boy to his right had proudly caught. It hit her then. There was something she could do. She could release his rescued fish into the lake!

She breathed in the manly smell of Drew and watched him sleeping in the moonlight. She should probably wait for him. He did tell her to stay away from her uncle’s cabin after all, but that solved none of her restlessness. She moved a little on the bed, testing to see if he’d wake.

He didn’t move, but Addi became distracted watching him. She loved the way his dark hair curled around his ears and his beard, dark like his hair, was mussed from more than just sleep.

How was it he could be both scary and comforting—both nurturing and demanding, both angry and loving?

She let her finger trail along one of his angry tattoos—some demon, devouring a colorful bird. His breathing didn’t change so she slid out from under his arm.

“I’ll be back. I just gotta do this,” she whispered.

Taking the small flashlight from her dresser drawer, Addi headed to her uncle’s cabin. She was attempting to be as inconspicuous with the beam of light as possible as if she were some burglar, but knowing what would happen if she got caught was reason enough.

She swallowed at the thought. He was her daddy dom for now and he might take a switch to her ass. The idea secretly thrilled her, but also brought a chill of nervousness up her spine. The flashlight beam landed on the cabin, forcing her thoughts back to her mission.

When she tried to open the door it was locked. She twisted it again. Seriously locked. Addi cursed Drew, kicking the green rubber boots on the porch and growling to the star-speckled sky.

How the hell had he known she’d go to her uncle’s cabin after he told her not to?

A smile crept up on her face though, because she could pick a lock. Not because she was a badass like him, but because she’d helped Steven out last year by interviewing a hiker who’d gotten trapped in the mountains for several weeks after a storm. The hiker had found a cabin and picked the lock to get shelter. He had shown her how during the interview using a pair of tweezers and a hairpin. She had both tweezers and hairpins in her makeup bag back in the cabin. She crouched to examine the lock a moment before rising and turning straight into a big, strong wall of a man.

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Exploring again?” he asked casually, still holding her shoulders to steady her.

“Why’d you lock me out of here?” Her indignant tone was a defense mechanism, but with the grumpy look in Drew’s eyes she knew it wasn’t working.

“You know why I locked you out, baby girl. It’s not safe.”

“I wanted a hotdog,” she said lamely. His sardonic smile made her heart patter.

“A green fuzzy one?” His right brow rose. “I threw them out, but hey, we could head to the grocery store and check the garbage bins behind it.”

She crossed her arms and gave him a grunt. “No, thanks. I’m going back to my cabin.”

“Good idea, babe. I wouldn’t want you getting into trouble out here.” He rubbed his hands together. “How about I grab you another burger from my place? Much tastier than a green, fuzzy hotdog.”

“Would you?” Focusing on this new subject felt safer.

“Anything for my baby girl.”

“Oh, that sounds delicious!” Her overly chipper tone also didn’t seem to fool Drew and he narrowed his eyes.

“You’re going to go back to your cabin, aren’t you, little one?”

She bobbed her head. “I am.”

“I’ll meet you there with your burger.” His eyes were narrowed, so she smiled sweetly to appease him. She could eat her burger after she released the fish into the lake.

Uncle Ray would want it back in the lake, not festering in some tank. It wasn’t much but it was something she could do for him besides pick a bloody coffin and his death wear. Besides, a few minutes in the cabin wouldn’t kill her. Drew was just being overprotective.

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