Page 59 of Biker Daddy

“And you pulled the trigger… by accident?”

He gathered a slow breath and released it before stepping forward to cup her cheek. “No, baby girl. My father did.”

She bit her trembling lip and let go of the breath she’d been holding, relief flooding her. His thumb stroked her face.

“Did you order him to be killed?”

His brow furrowed. “No, I was twelve, Addi.” More relief came.

“So…”

He stopped her by taking her chin between a thumb and forefinger. “Go read Uncle Ray’s letter…” He paused to look her from head to toe, a hungry glare replacing his stern one. He untied her cardigan and let it fall atop the helmet. “Before Daddy rips off that dress, spanks your ass for disobedience, and fucks you right here in front of the main office of the camp.”

The right side of her mouth hiked up and she gnawed the corner of her bottom lip. “What if I need that right now?” She did. She needed to feel consumed by him. Reassured by his firm physical touch. Owned by the strong dominant man that cared. For her.

“Babe, I need you to know everything before we make love again.” He looked toward the gravel road that led to the entrance of the camp. “Besides, your friends should be here soon.”

“You never said make love, Drew. You said fuck. I want to be fucked right here in the middle of the camp.”

His eyes shot back to hers and widened a moment before they hardened and pinned hers, making her stomach flip-flop.

“Baby girl, you’re trying Daddy’s patience again.” He took another step forward, but she was the one that closed the gap completely when she launched herself at him.

He caught her despite the surprise on his face. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her dress hiking high, and before he could get a word out, she kissed him.

The kiss was urgent and wanton, and she fisted his hair as she plundered his mouth for once. She was in control. His hands held her ass, squeezing and kneading as he held her up and she thought she had him, but then he lowered her until her feet touched the ground and held her back at arms’ length.

“I need you to know everything, Addi.” His eyes pleaded with her. “Including what happened that day when we were sixteen and the Skull Grinders came for me.”

Her heart kicked up a notch. She didn’t want to think about that now. Not with so much going on, not on the day of her uncle’s funeral—not when she was starting to think that maybe there could be more than just right now between them. Not when she needed him and he needed her.

“No. Please not now. Not today. Please.”

He pressed his lips and his brows teepeed in… empathy? Regret? What? How could she read him when back then she thought she knew him better than she knew herself.

When he continued, her heart clenched. He was going to force this.

“If they knew how I felt about you, Ray, and this camp…” She glanced at him, hearing the vulnerability in his voice. He looked down and scrubbed his hand over the back of his neck. A look of pure anguish marred his features when he dropped his hand and looked back at her.

“They would have used both of you to punish me. I pushed you away to protect you. I never wanted to but I had to keep you safe—both of you. And you had to believe it.” He shook his head, anger cinching his brows together. “My dad always goes after the ones you love to hurt you.”

She nodded, but the weight of hurt and confusion was heavy in her gut. It made logical sense but there was so much more she didn’t understand. Why couldn’t he have told her once he was back with Uncle Ray? Did he think by then it was long out of her mind? Did he think his rejection hadn’t affected her and every relationship she’d had after?

She took another step back. “You’re right. I should read the letter.”

She turned and jogged, needing distance. Even though it wasn’t far, she was out of breath when she reached her cabin, mostly because of the panic attack building.

Inside, she shut and locked the door. The whole day had been too damn much and she couldn’t think straight with all the thoughts rushing around in her head like a room full of rubber balls bouncing off the walls.

She watched him leave on the bike through her window before she kicked off her high heels and sat on the bed, tucking her right foot underneath her. She grabbed her uncle’s letter and spent a few minutes just running her fingers along the edge of the envelope.

Finally tearing it open, she read…

My dearest Addianna,

You are my little girl. Never forget that. I may have moved on to another place, but I’m still with you. It doesn’t matter that you are my brother’s daughter. He didn’t have the capacity to love you the way you deserved, your mother didn’t either. She was always chasing her next adventure. I’m not sure how two selfish people ended up with such a giving child. You have more capacity to love and forgive than anyone I know.

I’m sorry they couldn’t be the parents you needed and I’m sorry I wasn’t closer. Just know I love you and am proud of you for everything you’ve accomplished despite the crappy upbringing you’ve had.

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