Page 8 of His Biker Daddy

“Which is why you respect Tate the way you do,” I muse realizing now it wasn’t Tate’s alpha maleness, or the daddy caretaker he could see in him that he admired. “He acted more like a father or big brother should when someone was trying to put you down.”

“Yeah, especially since afterwards when we were in the office my father made a comment that AC was right, they should round up all the gays like me and run us—teach us a lesson,” Cash says and red fills my vision. “We got into another fight, and I warned him if he ever said anything like that again, I’d tell Pres, father or not. He just called me a pathetic fagot and asked if I thought being a lap dog would get me a good fucking from him. I walked away but that was the last time I spoke to him other than regarding the books. A year later, out of the blue he was dead, and I was relieved.”

“But you couldn’t show it to the rest of the club, could you, baby boy?” I ask, cupping the back of his head with my other hand, pulling it to my chest.

“No, they all just thought I was in shock because he was his normal self the day before and then that night he went to sleep and never woke up. I’d already moved into a room here in the clubhouse. When he found out I was gay he didn’t want me in his home any longer and it was a relief to not have to be there and pretend I had any interest in hearing about the women he met in town. My mother died when I was five, so I’d been hearing it all my life and no one argued the move. They figured my father was just in shock and needed some space. Outwardly I guess I didn’t really change anything other than the fact that I brought a guy around occasionally after coming out. Normally they were just friends I’d met at the bar there for moral support,” he adds, and that part has me dropping a kiss onto his head, holding him tighter as it fills me with peace.

I’d heard about a couple of the guys the others had said Cash dated. They were all closer to his age, but it’d make sense if they were there just to support him, rather than being someone he was actually interested in sleeping with.

“So, the club’s never really seen the real you. No one other than Everly?” I guess putting color into his cheeks I see as I lift his face towards mine. “She saw the same desires in you that are in her?”

“Sort of,” he states, telling me about the webpages he found Everly browsing and the ones he led her to, which led to their closeness.

“And is that something you want as well? A daddy all the time and not just in here or with sex?” I ask him, and his flush is answer enough. “Yeah, you want daddy’s approval all the time, just don’t know if the club will start to say shit if daddy shows them exactly how you want to be taken—treated?”

“Pretty much,” he says, and I nod, lifting his face to mine for a kiss giving the chain a tug to choke him as I pull back. His eyes sparkle with life and I just smile taking a step back from him.

“You can blame it all on daddy if you want,” I tell him, making his brow lift a bit. “Tell them you’re just giving daddy what he needs so he doesn’t go looking for someone else. That the attraction between us is too much to not accept my desires for complete dominance. It might surprise some of them if they’ve only seen you around other pups, but you can just tell them the rest, and they won’t question the switch in experience.”

“Tell them the rest of what?” Cash asks not following me when I reach for the door.

“That you love me and when you’re in love, you do whatever you have to in order to make the other person happy,” I answer, smirking when he blusters a bit, but the feelings that have been smacking me upside the head for the last month finally make sense.

“I don’t…”

“No? You really going to lie to your daddy? Tell him you don’t love him?” I question, crossing my arms over my chest glaring down at him. “Come on baby boy, you’ve been walking around here crashing into things and dropping shit, anytime daddy’s around. Everyone already knows you want me, it’s not a stretch to say you want me so much because you love me.”

“I-I…I…uh…” he stutters, and I simply lift my brow at him when he groans.

“It’d make sense as to why you switched from young pups to your daddy if you did,” I add and he flushes again, which gets me curious.

“I never dated pups,” he says, his eyes opening meeting my gaze. “I’ve never been attracted to guys around my age.”

“No? So, the guy you were kissing was just some random hook-up your father happened to see?” I ask.

“No…he wasn’t a student,” Cash says making my brow lift higher. “He was a PhD student there, about fifteen years older than I was, and yeah, he was my TA. My father thought he was forcing me to kiss him because I was struggling in the class. It was a stupid science class I needed for the credit hours to satisfy the general studies portion, and I hated the class. My father wanted to know if I was coming down for the ride that weekend and I told him no, I couldn’t make it because I had a meeting with the TA in that class that afternoon and would likely be redoing my paper all weekend. I never expected him to show up let alone see us kissing as I was jerking him off. I just blurted out I was gay, and he was furious, stormed off, and then told everyone I was gay. He never mentioned he was older and the TA, so they just assumed he was a fellow student.”

“And you still think I’m going to buy you don’t love daddy now?” I ask him, lifting his chin with my hand. “If you’ve always wanted a daddy to take care of you, and you still want me after pushing you away this past month, I know it’s true. Don’t you think you should tell daddy the truth, little boy? All of it. Just how much you crave to used and abused by your daddy while he’s fucking you, then turn it around and take such good care of you afterwards, show his little boy just how happy he makes daddy for doing such nasty things with him, and praising him when he’s good—but especially how much he loves his daddy for doing all of that?”

“You fucking know I do, Law,” he moans, and I claim his mouth in a hard kiss, pulling back only to drag in air. “I love you. Even when you’re being a total and utter ass to me, I can’t stop it, crave you with everything within me. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes, because I’m the fucking same, baby boy,” I assure him, holding his gaze to tell him. “I felt it the moment I saw you, but I never expected you to be gay let alone want more than toexperience an older man after I heard all about the pups you dated. I didn’t want anything serious—never had until I met you, and then you were all I could think about. I fought it because the more I was around you, the deeper this grew, and I knew—that day in the locker room—I knew if we hadn’t been interrupted, I would have done more than just come on that tight ass of yours.

“I would turned you around, kissed you, done so many dirty things to you that you’ve never experienced, and I never would have been able to let you go afterwards. I still thought this was just an attraction, a new experience for you, even last night, today, but when I was faced with potentially losing you, I knew I couldn’t stay away anymore. If something had happened to you last night…I had to have tasted your lips at least once,” I add, enjoying the way he shakes in my arms as I hold him close again.

“When did that change?” he asks quietly, his hands resting on my chest and I kiss his forehead, smiling as he sinks further into the hold and touch.

“My feelings for you haven’t changed, Cash,” I promise him, holding his head gently. “I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you—even if I didn’t realize that’s what it was until now. Listening to you talk about your father and the assholes that harassed you in the club, not to mention that it wasn’t a crush you had on Tate,” I add as his jaw drops a bit. “I was jealous. Didn’t want you to want anyone else to be your daddy, boy.”

“I’ve never wanted Pres,” he states, and I nod.

“Just to be treated the way he treats his little, loved like that by someone. I know, see that now. I don’t know how he kept it together long enough to get Everly back. If it’d been you…there’d be a lot more dead bodies lying around and I wouldn’t have done it nearly as quietly. I love you, Cash. That’s how I feel about you and knowing that you’ve always craved a daddymakes it easier to enjoy this, not worry that you’re going to want something new in a few months, a couple years. I see it now that you won’t. That this is the role you not only want but need to live and I’m more than okay with anyone knowing just how much daddy controls you. If anyone says shit, they’ll be dealing with me, okay?” I say, as he gives me a smile.

“Okay daddy, do whatever you want with your little boy,” he states, and I pull him out of the room, taking us downstairs to get some food.

A few eyes turn our way as we move into the room, some double-takes happening when they see my collar around his neck, and I slip my hand up onto the back of it, leading us towards a table with my brothers Stealth, Crypto, Knuckles and Rambo from my club, along with a few guys from the Reapers. The rest of the Keepers already split to head back to town, but these four stayed to ensure our trails are covered with any police that come looking—especially for the chief of police we took out.

I lift my chin at a couple of the guys who eyebrows keep lifting as they look out way, daring them to say shit. No comes over to start any, and we shoot the breeze as they fill us in on the cleanup work they’ve done today while I was preoccupied with my ‘new toy’ as Stealth put it. It put a flush on Cash’s face, and I pulled him over towards me, giving him a kiss, patting his cheek, which just made it deepen. My cock pulsed in response seeing it and I wrap my hand around the strap, tugging him out of his chair and down onto his knees in front of me. His cheeks turn even redder but his eyes light up with excitement and I pull out my cock my cock despite everyone still in the room. “Open up, boy. Time to take care of daddy’s cock.”

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