Page 34 of Biker Daddy

Chapter Eight

Addi

Dawn peeked into the little cabin and the sound of loons echoed off the lake. She took a moment to stretch in the cozy bed before hugging Drew’s shirt and reminding herself of the night before. Her mouth watered and her pussy clenched.

It was just a spanking, a few hot-as-hell kisses, and some cuddles, she scolded herself. Grow up!

But being grown up was exactly what she was avoiding with Drew. She’d been grown up since she was a teenager and it was over-fucking-rated!

She rose then, tugging the shirt lower on her legs, and stepped out onto the porch wishing the little cabin had a coffeemaker. One of those pod-using things would be really nice. She could sit on this porch and watch the day begin, sipping delightful rich coffee and remembering every vivid detail of the night before.

She touched her lips, running the pads of her fingers over them. Was what she’d done with Drew wrong? Was it simply her way of avoiding grief? Did it feel wrong? Maybe a little dirty, a little naughty, but wrong? How could it be when she felt so light and free? When she felt so cared for?

Mist rose off the lake in the distance, and the damp earthy smell enveloped her senses. She closed her eyes, breathing deep, and when she opened them, she saw a man in the misty distance. For a second she thought it was Uncle Ray.

Just Drew. Her heart fluttered and her belly coiled tight.

If it was just Drew, why did her body react like a teen girl crushing on the quarterback?

She went back into the cabin to dress, attempting to ignore the arousal that she’d woken up with.

Addi washed, smiling again at the adorable little bathroom, and pulled on a casual sundress. She had nothing suitable for a rustic campground, so it would have to do. For a moment, she wondered if Drew would say anything about it, but she shook off the thought. She shouldn’t care. It was just a game between them—a kinky sexual daddy/baby girl game. And he would be out of her life soon. She needed to remind herself of both of those facts regularly.

He was no longer at the beach, so she stepped off her porch and headed there. It was too picturesque to ignore the pull of it.

The lake was hauntingly beautiful as she wandered to the sand and rock shore, thinking again of how her uncle had never missed a sunrise. She pulled her cell out of her pocket and lined up a shot. She’d take this picture to remember him. A lump formed in her throat. Somehow, here in his place, she felt it was wrong for the sun to rise without him.

After the sun was fully up, Addi listened to three more messages from her dad and took a selfie with the lake in the background to send to Daniel and Steven. She didn’t have any words, so the picture would have to be enough. The thought of telling her best friends what a muddled mess her head was in—over a guy and her past when she was supposed to be grieving and burying her uncle—was horrifying. They’d think she was crazy and heartless.

Addi didn’t hear Drew come up behind her, but felt a prickle up her spine just as he spoke.

“Morning, babe.” Their bodies practically touched and electricity seemed to crackle between them. With a shudder that swelled like a wave about to break, she released a breath.

“Morning.”

“How’d you sleep?” His voice was gentle and quiet as if he didn’t want to disturb the nature around them or perhaps he didn’t want to scare her.

Avoiding looking at him, she watched a family of loons glide by the marshy edge. “Okay, you?” She hadn’t slept okay at all. She’d slumbered long, dreamless, and peaceful. She caught his self-satisfied smile in her peripheral view.

He leaned down to the shell of her ear. “You slept better than okay, little girl. What’d I tell you about lying to Daddy?” His words tickled more than just her ear and she shivered.

She glared and harrumphed, crossing her arms. Drew’s hand found her hip and squeezed—a light-hearted warning that made her breath catch.

“What’s that, babe?”

“Fine! I had the best sleep of my life.” She stuck out her lip in a pout, playing his game. He chuckled as he turned to face her, looking her in the eye as he plucked at her bottom lip with his thumb. His other hand found her ass and rubbed. The material of her sundress was thin and her body heated instantly. Her pussy tingled with need and her heart kicked up its pace. With heavy eyes, she waited for him to kiss her, but he turned to look out at the water again.

“A good, well-deserved spanking will do that. How’s your bottom?” He chuckled when her mouth fell open. She slapped it shut, annoyed by his amusement.

“It remembers.”

“Good, it better.” He turned to wink at her, and she shook her head.

The crinkles around his eyes made her belly flutter. He looked so carefree with his playful expression and casual workout wear.

He raised his arms in a stretch and she found herself following the path of hair on his rippled stomach. “This place has always brought me peace, but I’ve never been much of a sleeper and last night not at all. I got carried away painting one of the cabins and then went for a run.”

She swallowed, looking back at his face as he lowered his arms. He was sweaty and it wasn’t a turn-off at all. She nodded in understanding while chewing her lip; naughty thoughts were forming in her head and none of them involved him rolling paint onto walls.

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