Page 17 of Her Biker Daddy

“Swear?” I ask, my heart racing with the worry I didn’t realize was there until he saw it.

“I swear, Everly. I love you, baby. But being daddy means being hard and sometimes harsh when you don’t do as you’re told—and that will include doing the opposite of what my tone is clearly indicating. Even when I am, I’ll still love you because my love is unconditional. I can’t begin to imagine a time where I won’t love you,” he promises and my heart calms back to normal and I nod, at the look in his eyes. “Are you ready to go or do you need another minute?”

“I’m okay, daddy. I love you,” I add, smiling when he wraps me in a hug, before gathering up the new clothes and leads me out of the room. There are a couple curious looks our way when they see us moving out of the fitting room, but I keep my attention on Tate, fighting a blush when he grabs a few more of the bralette and panty sets, and leads us up to the checkout.

The total blows my mind, but he just swipes his card while the cashier bags everything up, her eyes bouncing from Tate to me and back curiously. He slips his arm around me after taking the bags, leading us back to the car and I smile the whole way to the grocery store, my body still hungry for more pleasure, but also hungry for more of just him and his hold.

Chapter 7

Tate

My cock throbs as Everly’s hips swish in her overalls that look so good on her. I can’t get the way she looked in the others out of my head, especially with her nipples falling out of that little top, and the wetness from her pussy showing on her panties. I’m just as keyed up as I left her, want nothing more than to pull her into the bathroom and finish what I started, but the hell if I’m going to let anyone see her perfection. I know we’ll get the cops called on us if I try to fuck her right now, and they’d be more than happy to take me in for indecent exposure or lewd acts.

And if a single one of them touched my girl, I’d put them down in an instant, which would mean having to get the hell out of here with Everly just as fast. Like hell I want to be on the run with her for the rest of my life or wind up in jail away from her for it, which means I have to control what happens. Have to control my little girl like a good daddy does.

That part is the only thing that’s keeping me sane as we head up and down the aisles of the store, getting the snacks and food that we’ll keep upstairs in our place. Main meals we’ll do with the club for the most part, but if there’s anything my girl wants to have on hand, I’ll see she gets it. I grin when she pulls some fruit cups off the shelf and puts it in the cart without looking to me for approval. She did for the first couple aisles until I kissed her long and hard, telling her to get anything she wanted. That she had no limit on how much it cost, how much she was getting, or what it was. There’s nothing that I’ll limit her from eating. That’s not the control over her I want—unless we’re playing and daddy won’t let her have a treat or candy until she eats what daddy gives her like a good girl.

“Oh, I’ll be right back,” she says, leaning over to give me a quick kiss then hurries back down the aisle and around the corner. I’m pretty sure she’s grabbing the cookies she eyed but walked past on the last one, so I stay where I am, and grab a couple more of the fruit cups I saw her debating between.

I settle them into the cart and move back to push it forward, my brows furling seeing the paleness on Everly’s face as she hurries back up the aisle to me. The cookies that I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist in her hand, but she doesn’t smile when she puts them in the cart, slipping into my arms quickly. “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

Her face turns into my chest, a shudder running through her, and I hold her tighter, my head swiveling left and right, looking for an explanation to her fear. My jaw tightens when a man comes around it at a leisurely pace, the uniform giving me a good idea of what’s going on, and it grows more when I see the man’s face. The fucking chief of police. The worst of the corrupt asses in town, other than her ‘father’ at least.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. Daddy’s got you,” I whisper against her ear, my hand moving up and down her back, trying to comfort her, calm her. I move us so I can get us off the aisle and keep Everly tight against me, until we’re out of sight of the bastard for the moment. “Everly, baby, what happened? Did he say something to you?” I ask, pulling her sweet face up my way, the fear in her eyes urging me to do some serious damage.

“I hate him. So much,” she sighs, her hands settling onto my chest and I nod, rubbing her back again so she’ll keep going. “I was grabbing the cookies, thinking they’d be good with a fruit pudding or fruit yogurt parfait. They were on the bottom shelf, so I’d bent over and that’s when…”

“What baby girl? Did he touch you?” I ask, forcing my tone to stay even although what I really want is to bury my knife in the man for upsetting my girl.

“No, but he said my shorts were indecent and if I wasn’t careful, he’d take me to jail for wearing them. Then stepped closer and added that it’d be really easy for me to get lost in a prison, sent to the wrong one, and find myself surrounded by guards that enjoyed extra flesh,” she gets out, barely breathing, and my body blazes with fury even higher than last night.

I remind myself over and over that we’re in the middle of the grocery store, in the middle of town, and I can’t kill him, no matter how much I want. I can’t kill him here.

Doesn’t mean I can’t kill him somewhere else. I just need a way to get him outside of town, without witnesses and backup. Without cameras.ThenI can kill him.

“It’s okay, baby girl. He’ll never lay a hand on you.” I press kisses to her face until she stops shaking and watch the bastard as he passes by the end of the aisle we’re on, his eyes narrowing when he sees the hold I have on her. I’ve no doubt that the two last night knew who she was now. That they weren’t going to let her walk away when they were done. No, if they didn’t kill her after raping her, they’d have called this bastard and gotten her out of town, or at least out of public.

If I had any questions as to what we needed to do, they’re all answered now. The corrupt cops, and judges, and mayor, and city council all need to be taken down—taken out. It’s time the Reapers stopped hiding from the fight. It’s time to lay siege on anyone that has it out for us, and Everly.

“He’s gone,” I reassure Everly after the man’s walked out of the store, keeping her in my arms as we finish our shopping. I grab anything she looks at, not letting her argue, and distract her at the register when the total comes up by giving her a ten dollar bill, telling her to buy whatever candy she wants from the shelf while my card processes the purchase.

She grabs a Snickers, KitKat, and Reeses and pays for them, smiling up at me when she deposits the change in her pocket, her eyes bright once more as she glances up at me with a teasing light in them. She moves forward to reach me and the cart, her hips swishing as she moves again, and if she hadn’t been terrified by that bastard, I’d spank her little ass for acting like a brat ‘keeping daddy’s money’ but I’d much rather see her easing into those waters than having that terror in her eyes again.

I wait until we’re outside, then hook my finger through the beltloop on the back on her overalls, pulling her back up against me with a warning, “Careful baby girl, you know better than to act smug around daddy.”

“But you love me anyway,” she counters, smiling a bit more, and I settle her into the passenger seat, giving her a thorough kiss that has her moaning when I pull back.

“Yes, I love you even when you start to act bratty. One of these days daddy will show you just how far you can push it before you end up with a very sore bottom,” I add, starting the car so the AC comes on and I know she’s safe while I load the groceries.

Her eyes are still glowing when I slip in behind the wheel and we head back towards the clubhouse as I wait for her to ask the question in her gaze. She opens the Reeses and turns my way, holding it up for me to take a bite and I don’t hesitate.

“I know they’re daddy’s favorite. You only ever get Reeses pie or milkshake when you come into the diner for lunch or dinner,” she says when I hesitate on the second cup she holds out for me. “I like KitKats and Snickers ten times more, bought these for daddy.”

“Being a sweet girl so I forget the brattiness of keeping the change?” I tease, before eating the second one, my heart becoming hers even more with the simple gesture.

“Maybe…”

“Ask your question, Everly. There’s nothing you can’t ask me. Well, nothing I’ll get angry or annoyed by you asking other than for daddy to let you go, or to let another person play with my little girl,” I add, and the way her cheeks heat, has my cock pulsing and I shift a bit to be able to drive comfortably.

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