Page 40 of Her Biker Daddy

“Good girl,” he whispers against my lips with the softest kiss, and I smile as he takes everything to the sink before coming back to me. His arms feel even safer as he carries me into our bedroom and on into the bathroom. He quickly, but gently, undresses me, then himself, tossing both of our stained clothes into the trash, and I know the guys will burn them so there’s no evidence remaining just in case.

The warm water feels heavenly on my sore back, and I know there must be a bruise forming there because Tate lets out a low string of curses when he comes up behind me after getting the new shampoo from the cabinet.

“Fuck baby, is there a lot of pain? Do you want to go to the doctor now?” he asks coming back around to my front, his hand gentle on the spot, and his eyes grow wider as he stares at the spot on my head, his breathing slowing.

“I don’t think I need a doctor right this minute. My head only hurts if I touch it. The headache went away sometime yesterday,” I assure him, and his hand is gentle as it glides over the skin of my back, along the top of my ass.

“And here?”

“Is sore, hurts to change positions but it’s not excruciating, just stiff and achy.”

“If that changes, if it gets worse, I need you to tell me. Even if it’s the middle of the night,” he states, holding my gaze until I nod. “Let daddy take care of you now, baby girl. You just stand here and let daddy do all the work.”

His hands are soft everywhere he touches, but especially as he washes my hair, and when he soaps my back. It fills my heart with love and my eyes with tears when he sinks onto his knees when he’s done, his arms wrapping around me as his face rests against my body. He’s tall enough that his head reaches my chest, but he just presses a kiss to the middle of it and holds onto me. A shudder runs through his body, and I slip a hand into his hair, the other on his neck as he just rests there, holding me tight.

“It’s okay, daddy. I’m here. I’m safe,” I promise him, over and over, as the tears fall down my cheeks, the pain of being apart from him fading with them. The physical pain is distant in my mind as the emotions of everything that daddy’s given me wraps around me, and I drop my head down against his, rubbing him gently across the back of his neck and down onto his shoulders.

“I’d have burned this entire fucking town to the ground to find you. It wouldn’t have mattered who I had to kill if it meant having you back here with me. Home with me like this,” he says, pressing a kiss to my chest, before dropping ones on the top of both breasts. He presses another to my belly, down to my hips, then my thighs, my knees, and the top of my feet before kissing his way up one arm, across my collar bone and down the other arm, before finally moving up my neck around my jaw, up my cheek across my forehead, down to the other cheek, sweeping over my eyes, stealing the last of my tears, and he picks me up as he covers my mouth with his, stealing every breath from me as he moves us out of the shower and to the chair at the vanity.

He dries every inch of me, taking care of my hair, being extra gentle with my head, and my eyes grow heavy. I let out a soft sigh when he picks me up again, and the incredible mattress takes my weight, cradling me so nicely.

Tate’s arms wrap around me, his chest warming my back, and his hand settles onto my heart while his lips press a kiss to my shoulder. “Sleep baby girl, daddy’s got you.”

“Daddy,” I sigh pushing my ass back into his hard cock that’s snug against it.

“No, daddy’s okay,” he says, stilling my hips. “I’m just going to hold you, skin to skin. That’s all I need right now.”

“Please,” I hum, shifting just a bit so his cock slips between my legs. “I just need to feel you inside me. Please daddy, just inside me.”

“Fuck…” he groans into my hair, and his body shudders, before he gently lifts my leg a little higher, giving him room to slip the head of his cock against my pussy. “Shh, easy, let daddy do it,” he says as I start to push onto his thickness. I relax onto the bed, a little moan coming out as he presses into me, bit by bit. “That’s it, baby girl. That’s it…just let daddy take care of you.”

“Daddy,” I cry when he’s fully inside me, my pussy breaking into an orgasm I didn’t expect, but it feels so good as daddy wraps me up even tighter in his arms.

“I love you, baby. Love you so fucking much,” he breathes against my ear, and I come again, bringing him with me. My entire body starts to shut down and I fall under as his face rests against mine.

“Love you daddy,” I mumble, and it’s the last thing I recall until morning.

Tate doesn’t stray far from my side the entire next day, spending most of it just on the bed holding me, insisting I rest. The ache in my back, the stiffness is still there the next morning, and I don’t argue much when he brings me breakfast in bed with a huge smile and kiss for me.

I grin when early that afternoon there’s a knock on our door. The huff Tate lets out is just more proof that he wants nothing but the best for me but also wants to be as close as possible, and I won’t complain about that at all.

“You okay with a couple visitors?” Tate asks, poking his head around the door and I nod because daddy insisted on me getting dressed this morning so he wouldn’t be tempted to try and ravish me. We fell asleep last night much like the one before, just with a little more enthusiasm than the first night.

“Cash…Law,” I say with a grin as the two come into the room.

“We just wanted to check in, see how you are,” Cash says coming over and I giggle softly when he crawls up onto the bed, giving me a hug as he lays facing me.

Tate just chuckles, coming over to sit behind me, his hand rubbing my hip before he drops a kiss onto my cheek. “Law and I have a couple things to discuss about the other problems. Just yell if you need anything. We’ll be in the living room.”

“Okay daddy,” I hum, leaning into him more when he gives me a second little kiss.

“We’re glad you’re okay, honey. Also, I thought you might be interested to know, I got word that the courts received the DNA results Friday, the county uploaded the case update yesterday. Since they were signed off on Friday and he was actually seen Saturday morning, just briefly, but he was seen at a gas station closest to the manor, there’s nothing that can be argued on it. Even if the child support case is denied now that he’s dead, the results are still in the court record, so the probate court has to accept it now. And with them dead, there’s no one to fight the claim any longer. I’ll see if he had a will and if not, put in a claim for the entire estate to be yours,” Law explains and I smile, wholly behind that. Anything to get the money away from everyone who might continue with the bribes and corruption.

“Thank you,” I tell him, waiting until he and daddy are out of the room to look at Cash. I can’t contain the grin that hits when I see something very new around his neck. I give the little strip of leather that’s buckled to the bottom of ring of the collar a tug, lifting a brow his way. “Does this mean that Law’s finally claimed you, letting you live your little boy dreams?”

“Saturday…Pres was ready to storm the mayor’s residence to try and find you,” Cash says, and I nod, knowing that much from Tate already.

“He said you told them about the online thing we were playing in the background. Thatcher was in the basement with Adam trying to figure out what to do with me and he got a message about the prey he’d been trying to reel in. I knew it had to be you, trying to lure Thatcher into a meet, so you all could get him to give up my location,” I state and Cash nods slowly, a half-smile on his face.

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