Page 79 of Biker Daddy

She bobbed her head.

“You sure you wanna go with that number?” Again, she nodded. He stood and unbuckled his belt. “Up into position, babe. Ten strokes with my belt.”

She gasped when the belt slid through the loops of his jeans, but the quiver of her lip was purely arousal.

She put her hands on the log and stuck her ass in the air. It was blushed a nice pink already. He ran his hands over the warm flesh, soothing it before sliding between her cheeks, past her pucker and right to her hot center where he stroked until she spread her legs, eager for more.

“You are so fucking wet, babe. It’s almost a shame I have to belt your ass before I drive my cock into that needy little cunt.”

“A daddy never breaks the rules, so hurry and whip my ass then.”

“You’re right, but what kind of a badass biker would I be if I didn’t break the rules now and then?”

She giggled and he wanted to snuggle her in his arms like a daddy dom should.

“You’re a badass lone wolf who takes what he wants, aren’t you?”

“Damn right I am,” he growled, and before she even expected it, he’d dropped his jeans and rammed his pulsing cock straight into her tight, fiery cunt.

She called out, howled loud like an animal without concern for being heard. It was just how he liked her, free and unashamed of her body or her impulses.

“Oh. Fuck. Yeah.”

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Addi

Tonalonka was packed with former campers and even Sean came to show his support even though he had never met Uncle Ray.

Sean had had so much evidence compiled on the Skull Grinders they’d never see freedom and the few lower ranking members who hadn’t done enough to get locked away weren’t loyal enough to stick around, especially after Sean, Drew, and the president of the Iron Code had had a talk with them. Drew was finally free of his past.

Addi was free of her father as well. Dear old Dad managed to snag himself a new woman to do his bidding and she seemed happy to take care of him.

Former campers shared stories about her uncle that made her laugh, cry, and gape in shock and everyone had a wonderful time. Trevor brought Brent, but Layla had stayed home. Brent came regularly to paint with Drew and work on journaling with Addi. Since the trauma of being taken by Mauler and Dingo, he’d been having nightmares and slept with his mom or dad nightly.

Poor Layla had been pretty shook up from the whole ordeal and hadn’t been around town or the bar much since it had happened, but Addi saw her regularly for self-defense classes with a wonderful instructor Addi had hired for the camp.

Everyone was gathered around the fire chatting but when Drew stood, a hush fell over the crowd. There was a canvas draped in a cloth that he put a light on once dusk fell. She wondered what it was, but Drew had forbidden her to peek.

“I want to thank everyone for coming to remember Ray Moore. He was so much to all of us and we’ll never forget him. He gave me a place to stay, a purpose, and his trust even when I didn’t think I deserved it.” Drew looked to where Addi sat in a Muskoka chair. She was warmed by the fire and the love for her uncle that surrounded her. Drew’s eyes flickered in the firelight and he winked at her. Her heart fluttered and she couldn’t wait for them to be alone.

“He gave me one other thing.” Drew reached into his pocket and held up something tiny in his hands. “His wife’s engagement ring and his blessing to marry his precious niece.” He bent onto one knee. “Addianna Louise Moore, or as I like to call you, baby girl, you’re already my Old Lady, but will you also be my wife?”

Before she could answer, he yanked the sheet off the canvas and beneath was a painting of her on his bike, looking fierce, confident, and mesmerizing in leather. Her eyes were tilted sexily and her lips red and crooked in a smirk. He had once again painted her in a way that showed how he saw her and she loved it. She was that strong, fierce woman, not the easily frightened woman she’d always thought of herself as.

Addi stood, her knees shaking and tears blurring her eyes.

“I’ll be anything you want me to be, but more than anything I want to be Mrs. Biker.”

“Is that a yes?”

“You bet your badass biker butt it is.”

He chuckled and caught her as she flew into his arms. He leaned down and put his lips next to her ear. “No, baby girl, I believe you bet your butt.”

The End

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