Page 27 of Her Daddy Biker
“Can we just order in and watch something? I’m exhausted.”
“Whatever my angel wants.” He takes a step back, instantlymaking me miss his warmth and proximity, and hands me my helmet. “Let’s get you home, angel.”
The word still makes something warm bloom in my chest.
As we ride through town, his hand briefly covering my thigh at a red light, I think about how different my life is now. The scared girl who got lost in a storm found so much more than shelter. She found love, passion. A partner who adores her.
She found home.
Back at our place, Reed orders pizza while I change into comfortable clothes - one of his t-shirts and soft cotton shorts. We eat on the couch, my legs across his lap, talking about everything and nothing.
“Oh,” he says after a lull in the conversation. “There’s some club barbecue shit coming up.”
“What?” This is a huge deal. I’ve met club members individually and with their partners and families, but never everyone together.
“Angel, it’ll be fine.”
“What if they don’t like me?”
“Impossible.” Reed’s hand squeezes my ankle. Warm, strong, grounding. “You’re mine. That’s all that matters to my brothers and our people.”
“But…”
“Angel, look at me.” I meet his eyes. “You are Savage Kings now. We’re your family. All of us.”
My breath catches, my eyes widen, and finally I breathe out, “Okay, thank you for the invite; I’d love to go.”
He chuckles, shaking his head at my formal acceptance. “It’s this weekend.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, then cups my face, running the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone. “Then we could ride up to the cabin.”
“I’d like that,” I reply breathily, always excited to return to our mountain hideaway.
Havoc pulls me into his lap, with his strong arms wrapping around me. “Love you, angel.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
We stay like that, tangled together on our ridiculously expensive couch in our fancy condo, in our perfect world. Outside, the town bustles with evening life. But in here, in our bubble, it’s just us.
Twelve
Havoc
I lean against the back wall of The Black Crown, with a drink in my hand. The barbecue’s at full blast, but I’m not watching the crowd. I’m watching my angel.
She’s sitting at a picnic table with the club women, laughing at something Red said. One of my Savage Kings t-shirts hanging loose on her body. Seeing my club’s name stretched across her chest does something to me. And the way she fit in? Effortlessly, naturally. Better than I even thought she would.
“Your girl’s doing good, brother.”
Tank appears next to me, his own drink in hand.
“Yeah.”
“Red likes her. That says something.”
I grunt. Red doesn’t give her approval easily. Especially not to women who might mess with her boys.
Across the yard, Tyra throws her head back, laughing. The sound carries over the noise, hitting me right in the chest. She looks happy. Relaxed. Mine.
“Never seen you like this,” Tank says.
