Page 11 of Intense Biker Daddy

He stood up and started to make breakfast, which consisted of two cardboard cups of instant coffee and microwave breakfast sandwiches. "I'm sorry it's not great," he said as he handed me the food."I'll take you out for lunch so you can have real food instead of this crap."

"This is amazing," I said honestly. "I'm usually not allowed to have two meals in a row, so this is already a treat."

His face tightened a little when I said that, but he didn't say anything. He just sat down on the floor with his own food.

"You can join me on the bed," I said. "I don't mind."

He smiled softly. "I don't think I should. If I did that, then I'd end up doing something we'd both regret."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I know you begged to be my Little last night because you needed to get out of there. I don't blame you. You were going through hell and you needed to survive. But I won't make you follow through. I got you out of there because it was the right thing to do. Not only that, but I've got to admit I've been lying to you."

I set down my sandwich, suddenly not hungry. "Lying about what?" Suddenly I felt like I had ended up in a much worse situation than the last one I had been in."

"I didn't join the Demons for the money, as I told you a few days ago. I'm part of a motorcycle club called the Hell's Renegades. Have you heard of us?"

I shook my head. "I never really followed news about motorcycle clubs or gangs or anything."

He nodded, not looking that surprised. "Long story short, we hate the Demons. We do our best to keep them out of our territory and to save everyone they try to hurt. We don't deal drugs or traffick people as they do. And we try to stop them at every turn. it was my job to go undercover and gather intel."

I remembered how wary he had been when I walked in on his private conversation. I hadn't given it a second thought. I had been too hungry and sleep-deprived to think straight even though the clues were all there.

I bit my lip as I thought about how he had gone to Cobra's office. He had been spying, not trying to find Cobra. I frowned. "Were you supposed to kill Cobra yesterday?"

He shook his head. "No. That hadn't been the plan at all. But I knew he was going to hurt you and I couldn't let that happen."

"You blew your cover because of me?" It didn't make sense. It was much easier for me to believe he would give up his position as a Demon because he was horny and attracted to me than to believe he would risk his entire mission because... he didn't want to see me slapped?

His eyes darkened. "Yes, and I'd do it again. He would have killed you, Eva. Never, ever try to protect me like that again. Understand?"

I recoiled from his tone. He had never sounded angry with me before. But now he really sounded pissed. "Yes, sir," I said weakly.

Hudson sighed and looked away. "Don't call me sir."

"I'm sorry."

"No." he closed his eyes, suddenly looking very tired. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't snap at you like that. But it's my job to protect you. Not the other way around. Okay?"

"But why?" None of this was making sense. "Why did you compromise the mission for me?"

"Because I care about you, Eva. I care about you more than I should and I needed to make sure you were safe. And you will be. By the time I'm done, you'll be safe from the Demons and from me. You'll be able to rebuild your life somewhere far away from here."

"I don't want to leave you," I said. "I want to stay with you."

He shook his head. "You can do so much better than me, baby girl. You can find someone who didn't use you and hurt you."

"But you didn't. You cooked me food and gave me clothes. Even when Cobra gave you permission, all you did was cuddle with me."

"And I enjoyed it," he said. "I enjoyed it knowing you were terrified. I knew you were beaten and half-starved and didn't want anything except to survive. But I enjoyed holding you and taking care of you anyway. I liked it when you called me Daddy even though I knew it was wrong. So yes, baby girl. I used you. And I enjoyed it."

I felt a small bit of relief. He enjoyed it too. It wasn't all just an act. That was good. "I liked it when you held me," I said in a small voice. "And I like calling you Daddy. I don't understand why I can't continue."

He stared at me. "You can't mean that," he said.

"I do. Please. I want to stay with you. I want to call you Daddy. And I really, really want you to hug me right now." I wanted his arms around me. Everything felt better when his arms were around me.

Hudson stood up from his spot on the floor. "You know you don't have to do this, right?" he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Whether or not you want me, I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe from the Demons. And you never ever had to give yourself to me. You understand that, right?"

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