Page 20 of Biker Daddy

She’d expected him to be gone when she was finished, and she was holding herself together well until the moment she saw him. He looked up from his spot on the sofa, a foam cup in his hand, and for a full thirty seconds examined her face, searching it, as if he needed to reassure himself she was okay. That broke her.

She’d been heartless telling him she could do it alone. Heartless and selfish and rude. He was close to Uncle Ray too.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice shook from emotion and embarrassment. “I shouldn’t have dismissed you like that. Actually, I shouldn’t have been an ass.” She looked at the floor. “You were being nice and taking care of me and I was being a jerk.” She looked up, her eyes filling with tears once again.

Drew shrugged, standing up. “Hey, he was your uncle and you haven’t seen me in ten years.” He held out his hand, she took it and he yanked her close, tucking her in for a squeeze before positioning her beneath his arm. His head dipped down and his free hand tipped her chin up.

“For now you get to be snarky.” He narrowed his eyes. “And late. Where were you, little one?”

“I do?” His mouth came closer to her.

“Yes. You’re grieving.” Her eyes found his lips. They were sensual and soft, bordered by dark facial hair, and calling to hers. “Where?”

“I got lost and the rental broke down.”

His brows rose. “No GPS, huh? Liar, liar, pants on fire, babe.”

“And if I wasn’t grieving, Drew?” Those lips, so close to hers she could practically taste them, quirked at the sides and her heart pounded.

“You, baby girl, would be over Daddy’s knee for a long, hard spanking.”

She swallowed hard and exhaled a heated breath.

He guided her to the exit and she followed in a stupor. He pulled open the door and the sunshine instantly took away some of the heaviness in her gut.

“Come on, you’ve gotta be starving by now.”

“I. Am. Famished. I haven’t eaten today.” Addi looked up at him when he paused.

“I asked you if you’d eaten earlier. Did you lie to me twice, baby girl?” His voice was a low rumble and his brow cocked, but he didn’t look all that annoyed—he was just giving her that playfully sexy ‘daddy’ look.

“No, you asked me if I was hungry and I said no.” She gave him a cheeky grin.

“And were you?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged and looked away before he could lecture. She was thoughtful a moment as they stepped off the walkway onto the pavement. “Why are you taking care of me, Drew?”

When she turned her eyes, his face was unreadable and he pulled away to reach in his pocket for the keys. She missed his warmth instantly. Why was it she felt so comfortable with him? Even after he’d broken her heart.

“Here,” he said in a gruff voice and held out the helmet from earlier. Her stomach quivered.

“Hey, Addi!” She looked up from her transfixed stare at the helmet to see Carter jingling her keys in his hand. The rental was parked next to his cruiser. The redhead sat petulantly in the front seat of his car.

“Thought you might want this.” He patted her car and she smiled back as he tossed her the keys, thanking the good lord she didn’t have to get on Drew’s death mobile.

Drew leaned down close to her ear.

“Baby girl, you’ll be on the back of my bike soon enough.” His words gave her shivers and she swallowed hard. It sounded way more seductive than it should have, especially with her fear of motorbikes. He straightened, quirked an irritated brow at Carter, and straddled his bike. He kicked the bike to a start, and winked at her before pulling his glasses out of his shirt and putting them on. He popped on his skullcap.

“You comin’?” he asked. Addi continued to watch, dry-mouthed as he kicked the stand back and held the huge, rumbling machine with his thick thighs.

“Hey, you wanna follow me back instead?” Carter asked, but Addi barely glanced at him. Her attention couldn’t be pulled from the bearded, tattooed man who waited for her—her!

“I’ll be fine, but thanks for having my car fixed and brought over.” Addi opened the door. “How much do I owe?” she asked, pulling her eyes from Drew’s leather-clad back.

Carter’s mouth pulled into a dimpled smile. “I don’t know anything about cars, but the tow truck guy said it was just a loose spark plug. He fixed it right there. But how about you let me take you to dinner Friday and we’ll call it even?”

Drew revved his bike impatiently and Addi felt the vibrations right through the pavement into her pelvic bone.

“Uh, I’m standing at a funeral home. My uncle just died.” She gave him a small shrug. “Not really a good time for a date.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, that was dumb.” He rubbed his forehead and gave her a flat smile. “How about I just come check on you on Friday? You can give me the funeral details then and I can have a look around the camp.”

Addi nodded, wanting to get away and go back and lie down. This day felt never-ending and her emotions and instincts were whacky. Why did the huge scary biker revving his engine, once again acting like a jealous boyfriend, make her feel safer than she had in years?

Safer and indecently aroused at a completely inappropriate time.

Biker Daddy.

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