Page 23 of Her Daddy Biker
“For what?”
“For seeing me. For seeing I wasn’t broken.”
“Angel, you just needed someone to show you how perfect you are.”
Eleven
Tyra
Our new place is ridiculous. Like marble countertops, heated floors, and custom walk-in closet, ridiculous. It’s only twenty minutes’ distance from campus, which makes zero sense given that it looks like something out of Architectural Digest. My daddy bought it after one showing. Didn’t even blink at the price.
“I want you close, angel,” he said, taking my hand in his at the realtor’s office. “Close enough that I can see you whenever I need to.”
So I live in a penthouse condo with a view of the entire valley, and a six-foot-five ex-military, mountain man, biker who looks at me like I hung the moon and treats me like a queen. Surreal.
And right now, my biker daddy is standing behind me in our massive kitchen, with his big, tattooed arms wrapped around my waist while I’m finishing my morning tea.
With his chin resting on top of my head, I can feel the steadyrise and fall of his broad chest against my back. Surrounded by his heat and intoxicating scent, after he made me come countless times last night. What even is my life?!
“We’re going to be late,” I tell him, but I don’t move away.
“Don’t care.” His arms tighten around me as he nuzzles my neck, making me squirm.
“Wasn’t there some big job starting today?”
“Mmm.” He nips at my skin before soothing the delicious sting with a pass of his expert tongue. “Still don’t care.”
I turn in his arms to look up at him. Even after months of being together, the sight of my Havoc still makes my heart skip a beat, butterflies swarm my belly, and my pussy throb. With his thick, mussed salt and pepper hair, his gray eyes soft in the morning light, and that scruff that’s just the right amount of rough on my skin…
“You’re a bad influence,” I tell him, grinning like a lovesick fool, and burying myself deeper into his embrace.
His response is a deep, rumbly chuckle, accompanied by more kisses… “You love it.”
He’s right, I do. This whole life - our life - still feels like a dream sometimes. The girl who thought she was broken is now living with a man who makes her feel cherished every minute of every day.
“What time’s your first class today?” Havoc asks against my lips.
“Nine,” I mumble into his mouth as our tongues tangle. Wet, hot, freaking delicious.
“Perfect,” he replies, at the same time playing with my breasts. Cupping, squeezing, pinching, rolling and pulling at my nipples.
I breathe out a ragged laugh that’s laced with a loud moan. “Baby, that’s in less than an hour.”
He lifts his head, grinning. “Let’s ride to campus.”
“On your bike?”
He nods before pulling me back in for more deep, hot, wet kisses.
The idea of showing up on the back of Havoc’s Harley makes me bite my lip like a giddy high schooler with her first crush. My classmates already give me looks when he picks me up in his truck with the huge Savage Kings sticker on the back window.
“Okay,” I agree, completely melting in his arms.
His grin widens, and he squeezes my ass, pressing me into his thick, hard length. “Atta girl.”
I press on his chest, shaking my head with a giggle. “Reed, I need to get ready for class.”
“Go ahead. I’ll make breakfast.”
