Page 10 of Intense Biker Daddy

"Thank you, Daddy."

I stopped. "One more thing: you don't have to call me that anymore."

Her brow furrowed. "You don't like it anymore?"

"No, it's not that. I'll explain later, okay? "

She nodded. "Okay."

Fuck, she was so submissive and eager to please. I would have loved to have her as my Little. But I knew that wouldn’t be right. She deserved so much more.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Eva

In the shopping bags, I found a warm pair of fluffy pajamas covered in little pink hearts. I was hesitant to put them on because I knew Hudson would probably want to fuck me after the shower. He had just risked everything to take me after all. I would have to make it worth the effort.

But I also remembered the first day, when he bundled me up in clothes and cuddled me. Maybe he wanted to do that instead. I hoped so at least.

Finally, I put on the pajamas. They were long pants and a fuzzy sweater that also had a hood. When it was on, I immediately felt surrounded by softness and warmth.

Even though the bath had warmed me up a lot from the frigid bike ride, I still felt cold. So I appreciated the warm pajamas a lot.

I looked through the bags at the different microwave meals and decided on chicken pot pie.

After it was finished cooking, I wolfed it down eagerly. It finally hit me that I was free from that place.

When Hudson had gone to the store, I let a lot of my emotions process. I cried and freaked out and even dry heaved a little before letting the hot water soothe me and wash the blood off me. But now that I was surrounded by pajamas and eating a full meal, I started to feel almost human again. And I knew I would never have to go back to that awful place again.

I smiled to myself as I finished my food. Hudson would protect me and take care of me. I was safe. I belonged to him. And Cobra would never touch me again.

That thought filled me with unimaginable joy.

After I finished eating, Hudson still wasn't out of the bathroom. I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Exhaustion was quickly taking over me.

I curled up in the blankets and closed my eyes. Hudson would wake me up when he came out. But he wouldn't be mad if iI took a little nap first, right?

The next time I opened my eyes, I felt a lot more alert and relaxed. I looked at the small alarm clock on the nightstand and realized why. It was morning.

Hudson had let me sleep through the entire night?

Panic surged through me as I realized he wasn't in bed with me. What if he realized he didn't want me after all and he just left me here?

I sat up and looked around and relaxed a little when I saw he was sleeping on the floor, with only a pillow. He was still here.

I felt a twinge of guilt. He let me have the bed and all the blankets even after he saved my life. I owed him big time and I didn't know how I was going to repay him.

I took the comforter and tried to drape it over him, but he started to stir as soon as the blanket hit his body. I jerked back in surprise. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," he said, sitting up. He groaned slightly as he stretched his arms. "I've been awake for a few minutes but in denial about it." He smiled at me and I relaxed. He wasn't angry at me. Not yet anyway. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better, D-- Hudson. Thank you." I remembered he didn't want me to call him Daddy anymore. I wasn't sure what made him change his mind, but I was a little disappointed by it. I enjoyed calling him that.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," he said softly. "How do some coffee and breakfast sound? Then I need to explain some things to you."

I bit my lip. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, nothing like that," he said. "You haven't done anything wrong at all."

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