Her Biker Daddy

Chapter 8

Everly

I slip my hand into Tate’s as he leads us down the hallway away from his rooms. He spent the whole afternoon teasing me about all the things daddy was going to do to me in and out of bed, and god, I am so hungry for all of it, but even more so for more of his gentleness. The way he holds me, wraps me up in his arms and is just with me in the moment.

I’ve laughed more this afternoon than I swear I have in my entire life.

Tate made me model all of the clothes I bought myself with daddy’s money, and the way he looked when I had on a pair of my knee high socks and the sheer white nightie, had me pouncing on him. I jumped up onto his lap, my hands pushing up under his shirt to get to his stomach and he just picked me up, swinging me over his shoulder, and walked us into the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed. I thought he was going to break, give me what I needed, what I know was in his eyes as well, but instead, he tickled me until I was almost crying from the laughter.

He wrapped me up in his strong arms and just held me to him, his lips whispering kisses all over my face and it was pure bliss. The only thing that could have made it better was if he’d taken me all over again, but he’s adamant about waiting until later tonight and I’m so on edge.

“Don’t be nervous, most everyone will love you,” Tate says, pulling my eyes up to him in surprise.

“Most everyone?” I ask as he brings me into his arms.

“Some of the club girls will likely be jealous. There’s no spot higher than being the pres’ old lady, so some of them may not be gracious losers when they see I’ve got you now. None of them will get close to hurting you though, I won’t let them, and no matter what any of them try to say, I’ve never touched any of them, and never will, I promise you that,” he adds and my brow lifts a bit higher at his tone.

“Is there someone in particular you’re talking about I should be wary of?” I ask him.

“One of the club girls has attempted to get into my bed in the past. She’s been aggressive about it, but there’s not a single thing about her that turns me on, baby. Some of the others like fucking her too much and they blocked my vote to evict her a couple years ago. She’s a skinny bleach blonde with fake tits named Lori, and if she tries to butter up to you and acts nice, don’t buy it.”

“Are all of the club girls skinny?” I query as we reach the bottom of the staircase, stopping him from turning down the hallway to reach the dining room.

“Nope, some clubs may go for that, but the guys around here have their own preferences. We’ve got a couple skinny twigs like Lori, but then there a host of others that are somewhere between sizes six and well, I’d say Andrea is likely around a twenty-six. She’s bigger than you are, baby girl, but the guys keep going back to her for more,” he answers and my heart races a bit hearing that. “Not me—if you believe nothing else I ever say, I need you to believe me when I swear I haven’t slept with a woman in nine years until you came into my life.”

“I do believe you, daddy,” I promise. The look in his eyes is as sincere as when he held me this morning, and then in the fitting room when I was all over the place. “I just don’t know how I’d feel if other guys…”

“Would want you like that?” he questions, and I nod. “Lucky for you, I’ve already claimed you as mine and none of them would be dumb enough to go against the president of the club.”

“Except you with Hinton?” I muse, giggling when he lifts me up, giving me a hard kiss before settling me back onto my feet.

“That wasn’t dumb, that was self-preservation or maybe club preservation. If we’d gone down that route, I’d have either left the club and ended up in jail for taking out other fuckers that were doing shit like that, or dead after going after the rest of the club when they were doing it. If a girl shows up here that’s underage looking to be invited in as a club girl, she’s sent packing. If they’re coming to the club for help, we’ll see they get somewhere safe, but they don’t stay here, not even if they’re seventeen. The only kids allowed are blood—or from marriage or adoption by a patch. That’s a hard fast rule I set when I took over, some of the other guys lived by it before I took over, but Hinton wouldn’t have cared if a girl was fifteen if she agreed to…”

I smile, brushing my fingers across his lips because he can’t even bring himself to talk about underage girls and sex and I love that about him.

“You’re good in here where it counts,” I state, putting my hand over his heart, and he pulls me into his side, moving us down the hall towards the dining room.

“I’m about to keel over here baby girl, but I need to feed you. We skipped lunch and you’re going to need your strength when I get you in bed later,” he growls, and I don’t begin to argue.

We move into the space and it’s far more crowded than it was last night. I’m guessing it’s not the only hangout spot in the place. I mean, depending on how much was finished, there’d be a gym somewhere around here, and as buff as Tate is, I’d say he likely goes to one.

Eyes slip over our way, the noise level dropping and Tate’s hand slips further around my waist and rests on my belly, keeping me up against his side. “Before part of you head out for the night, I want you to meet Everly. She’s mine and if any of you put a hand on her, I’ll put my knife through it. Same goes for the eyes, look at her wrong, and you’ll lose them.”

“And in case you think he’s bluffing, we’re down two cops that tried to attack his girl last night,” Meyer adds quieting some of the chuckles.

“Things ended very bloody for them,” Spawn tacks on, giving Tate a nod, and there’s a look of respect in his eyes while Meyer looks a bit green.

Tate just smirks, guiding me over to the same table as this morning, and I settle into the seat next to him, giving him a grin when he tugs it closer to his and his arm wraps around my shoulders. His fingers tease along the strap of the dress that he bought me. It’s a tank top style that I’m comfortable wearing without something covering my arms. They’re never going to skinny. I accepted that a long time ago, and I’ve grown to love my body. Even more with the way Tate took care of me last night before taking me.

“Anything special you want for dinner tonight, Pres?” Slice asks drawing my attention off him for a second.

“This is Slice,” Tate says, apparently forgetting the man briefly mentioned it this morning when he brought out our food. “He also helps out in the kitchen in the evenings when most of the club’s in house, but he mainly handles breakfast. Chef is the main cook for dinner. He posts a weekly menu and makes huge helpings of everything but if someone wants something different Slice can usually make it. He’s called Slice because he made the best damn pie anyone in the club ever had to keep us from cutting him about five years ago, when we realized he couldn’t shoot for shit.”

“Still can’t, but none of you complain about the food,” he states, and I laugh softly when Tate shrugs, feeling so much better about his name now after the slight darkness of his expression last night. “So, anything special you want tonight? Chef made bbq pulled pork.”

“How about you do a couple smashed patties with Swiss and toast the bun. Do a fresh onion slices on the side and a mayo-ketchup mix for dipping. That sound good, baby girl?” Tate asks looking down at me and I grin, a bit curious about the different meal, but happy he knows me enough to know I hate cooked onions. I even hate it when they get soft when they sit on a hot burger, so having them on the side where I can eat them nice and crisp with the burger is perfect.

“Sounds great, daddy, but I don’t need special treatment,” I add softly to him, smiling when he gives me a sweet kiss.

“Chef’s bbq sauce is spicy as hell. Worse than the buffalo wings at the pizzeria,” he warns, and I nod in understanding. “I’ll have to tell him to start putting some to the side without sauce going forward so you can have some, because other than the sauce, his bbq is top notch.”

“Will he not like that?” I ask as Meyer joins us, sliding a beer to Tate, before putting a glass down in front of me that looks like it could be soda.

“Nah, he’ll be fine with it. He usually does it if we’re having a big club thing where the patches with kids come, but most of the time they don’t join us for every day dinners,” Tate says before tasting my drink, which makes Meyer stare at him. “I don’t think you’re trying to drug her or give her alcohol, brother, just trying to figure out what the hell it was to know if she’d want it or not.”

“Who around here doesn’t drink Coke?” he questions, and I dip my face towards Tate’s shoulder. “Seriously?”

“Caffeine makes her jittery, and she doesn’t really like the carbonation. It was a nice gesture, and we appreciate it, but let’s stick with just water or iced tea in the future,” Tate tells him, and he nods, shrugging a bit before resting back in his chair.

“Sounds like something you’d only let a little girl have,” Meyer states and Tate glowers at him making the other guy chuckle. “I’m just jerking your chain, brother. First time in nine years you’ve had a girl around, expect some shit talk even if you are president.”

“You could have fought for it after Hinton left,” he says, his chin lifting at Meyer’s quick look my way and I’m guessing that’s a confirmation that I do know what really happened, but who knows.

“Ah hell no, these guys wouldn’t listen to me before then over you, sure as hell wouldn’t have even if I have been around longer than you.”

“Well, isn’t this so sweet,” a woman’s voice says coming up behind us. Tate’s arm slips protectively up around me, and before I know it, I’m in his lap, facing outward where I can see pretty much everything else in the room the way he can. I’m positive he sits there because there’s a wall at his back. He might trust his club but he’s always ready for danger to strike out of nowhere.

“Why don’t you go back over where they like a sack of bones in bed, Lori,” Meyer says, rolling his eyes at the woman. “No one here is interested in hearing anything you have to say.”

“I was just wondering about the Pres’ new girl. I mean, what does it say about the club if that’s the only type of girl he can handle?”

“ Excuse me?” I snap back. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on, you’re about as club worthy as a pink scooter,” she sneers my way, looking down her nose at the pretty pink skirt of my dress that I love.

“So, you think a president has to have a skank on his arm in order to be able to handle a club? I guess that just shows why you’ll never be anything more than a piece of chattel around here. No one’s going to claim someone so utterly stupid as theirs, wouldn’t put up with them other than to fuck them because live flesh is still better than a blow-up doll, but your head’s clearly as empty as one of them. Do you honestly think insulting him, let alone me, is going to get him to want you? If so, then you really need a new brain,” I fume, my hand resting on Tate’s arm wrapped around my waist. “I don’t know which part is dumber. The fact that you think Tate isn’t man enough to enjoy voracious sex or that because I like wearing girly things that it has to mean I only can handle vanilla sex. It’s actually quite the opposite…I was going to say lady, but you don’t even begin to touch that moniker.

“So, let’s be clear about this. If you think that some snarky words from a dumb bitch are going to send me running, you’ve got a whole lot to learn about me. Number one, you can never hurt me—my feelings, because you mean nothing to me. Number two, you’ll never hurt me physically because my daddy won’t allow it. And in case you’re confused as to who my daddy is, it’s this big, strong guy that’s holding me right now. And the sex that we’ll be enjoying in our relationship, is anything but vanilla. It wasn’t last night when he took my virginity because I was so turned on that he took care of the cops that tried to rape me, and it definitely wasn’t when he made me come at least four times in the fitting room in town this morning,” I add, not caring who is listening to it because there is nothing about sex with daddy that is embarrassing.

“The only reason you even came over here is because you’re pissed off that daddy never wanted you when you’d have gladly laid out on this table to let him have you. He’s not that stupid though, unlike others that for some reason think your fake boobs and used cunt are worthy of use. Daddy warned me about you, but he gave you too much credit it seems. I mean, he figured you’d at least try to be underhanded about it, but here you are, trying to cut him down, because he has the audacity to want a girl who doesn’t look like the used car of groupies. You’re a pathetic, stupid bitch, and you better get out of my god damn sight before I make daddy let me up so I can shove your face in a plate of hot sauce—or bbq sauce if it’s that potent!” I finish, huffing a bit as Tate holds me even tighter to him.

“Hers is more of a request, mine’s an order,” Tate says, his tone extremely even and almost amused, as his face rubs against mine, calming my fury. “Get her the hell out of here, now,” he adds, and I don’t know if it was directed towards someone or just a general order, because almost immediately, someone grabs the woman’s arm and pulls her away before she can work out a comeback.

“Well, meek and mild you’re not, even if you apparently like mild food,” a new voice that’s a bit rougher says around a chuckle and my face turns towards the other side of the table where Slice and another man are standing. “I’m Chef and you little missy, you’ve got spunk.”

“She’s had to in order to deal with this town,” Tate says, kissing my forehead and I curl up onto his shoulder with a grin. “Now I can guess how much your pretty eyes were glittering when you kicked that little shit in the balls at thirteen when he tried to grope my baby girl.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, man. That’s disgusting,” someone shouted in the room, but it was definitely not Lori. No, that was a man’s voice.

“You got a problem, you say it to my fucking face, Grover,” Tate growls, his arms holding me closer. Meyer gives him a nod at the quick look Tate sent him and his eyes darken as his body tenses.

“You’re a real piece of work, stop the club from making money then turn around and make some girl call you daddy. You’re too good for someone else to enjoy that shit, but when it comes to what you do, who cares right?” a man questioned as he stood up, stalking our way, and Tate moved quickly, putting me down on his chair before meeting the other man in the middle of the room.

“Those girls were children ,” Tate states, his tone deadly, and I shiver as it touches a place deep inside me only he can. “They were being forced to do things a child should never have to do. Everly is an adult. Yes, she may be young, a lot younger than me—hell, young enough to be my daughter, but that is not how I feel about her. There is nothing that would make our relationship illegal, unlike the children that they wanted to traffic. Everly and I have mutually come together, to create a relationship where she can safely and happily give over the control to a man that enjoys being the dominant. Where it’s gives her pleasure to just be able to let go and give herself entirely to me—to her daddy who will love her and protect her and keep her safe, take care of her in every way a decent daddy would. It’s about showing her love and affection and giving her guidance and discipline, whether that’s in just the sexual parts or in all of the intimate sides of our life together.

“Being her daddy is not fantasizing about having sex with my blood daughter—something that would never even cross my mind if we have a little girl one day. It is not fantasizing about having sex with a…child,” he struggles to get out and the absolute disgust in his tone is noticeable to more than just me. “Everly wanting to be my little girl, is not her wanting to be my child and having sex or fantasizing about sleeping with her father. It’s allowing her the freedom so she doesn’t have to deal with life’s stress or the day-to-day bullshit that can wear her down, overwhelm her. It’s about having a space that’s completely accepting and safe for her to be whoever she wants to be, and being able to provide that support for her, to show her it’s okay to let someone who only has the best for them in mind, take control. To make decisions for them. For her to be able to seek my approval without fear of being rejected or admonished if she needs it, needs to feel validated in her emotions or decisions—to know that she has a place where she can find it and never have to be afraid of what might be on the other side of the door! That’s what being in a daddy/little relationship is about you fucking moron,” he finishes, flaying another layer from him it feels like.

“Oh, and just so you know,” he adds turning back with a smirk, “not all littles are girls, and not all littles are always younger. Do a bit of fucking reading before spouting your filth and maybe you’d learn something. And after all of that, if you don’t fucking like it, get the hell out of my club, because I sure as hell am not going to let anyone dictate the type of relationship I can have.”

Several chuckles are heard throughout the room, and the other man storms out of the room, and I grin when Tate lifts me up, putting me back down on his lap with a soft kiss for me. “You good, baby?”

“More than good, daddy,” I promise, and it’s epically true as he holds onto me, cutting up the burger before feeding me and himself, and it makes my heart open even wider with all of it.

Tate doesn’t let me up off his lap as the meal finishes, and I curl further into his arms as he talks to some of the others that come by, introducing them but I know I’ll never remember all of their names right now. The only one I know for sure I’ll easily remember is Cash. He’s nothing like I was expecting. For one, he’s much closer to my age and two, for a biker, he’s the complete opposite of the others in the room. Oh sure, he’s in jeans, but most of the others are wearing baggy ones. Even Tate is, whereas Cash’s a fitted—not skintight but what you’d expect to find a normal guy wearing. And I don’t mean that in a bad way because he’s gay.

Honestly, if Tate hadn’t said it, I likely wouldn’t have known. He’s wearing a t-shirt and a zip-up hoodie which is different from the flannel cut offs and carious band t-shirts that others are in, some of them are also sport their cuts, others leather vests, and the odd leather jacket here and there. Not even the thick leather cuff or the beaded bracelets he’s wearing shout ‘I’m gay’. Not when so many of the guys wear jewelry.

He’s so clean shaven though compared to the others, which maybe is why he looks so different from everyone else. His hair is more coifed and styled than a lot of the others. I haven’t ever seen so many men with long hair until now. Cash’s is cut in what I’d likely consider a medium style. It’s long enough that you could run your hands through it, but it’s still well above the shoulders. The back looks to be cut a little shorter actually with just layers of longer hair on top and it’s parted to the side, fitting him well. He’s still got a boyishness to his face, but it’s his eyes that I connect with most. There’s a sadness in them that touches me, and I wonder what it’s about.

When the room’s almost cleared out, Tate presses a kiss to my temple then stands me up, taking my hand as he tells everyone left goodnight, and pulls me towards the door.

He kisses me hard when we’re back in his rooms, carrying me into the bedroom and I whine when he pulls back after standing me up next to the bed. “Put on your socks, the pink ones, and the matching shorts. Little girl is going to ask if she can crawl into bed with daddy because she can’t sleep.”

I nod, grabbing the things and move into the bathroom, quickly changing because I want more than anything to be in his arms again. My body is on fire with my need, especially after sitting on his lap all throughout dinner. I add the cropped top that barely covers my nipples without a bra on, then divide my hair into low pigtails, loving the look.

I turn off the light as I open the door, my breath catching when I see Tate lounging on the bed, a pair of pj pants low on his hips. They have to be custom made because I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair of pants that close with a string. There’s a hole that shows off more of his skin and I shiver thinking of how easily his cock can slip out of it.

“Hi there, baby girl, are you okay?” he asks, his eyes sliding over me and I can see his cock twitch beneath the fabric.

“I can’t sleep, daddy. Can I lay down and snuggle with you for a little bit?”

“Come here, baby, come to daddy,” he says, his tone huskier and I don’t walk around to the side. I move straight towards him and crawl up onto the bed and over him.

“Mmm,” I sigh when he pulls me up against him, the only lights on are the ones that shine up from behind the headboard but that’s still plenty to see all of him with. “Daddy’s always so warm. It makes me warm inside.”

“Is that why you’re wearing these little shorts and half a shirt? Did you put them on just to crawl into bed with daddy?” he teases, his fingers gliding along the edge of my ass beneath the hem of the shorts and I can’t stop the moan that falls. “Yes, you wore this just for daddy, to show daddy how pretty his little girl is, didn’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” I cry as his fingers slip further up my shorts, his hand cupping my ass hard.

“Do you want to snuggle with daddy with them on or off? You know daddy prefers them off,” he adds, and I lift my hips, letting him pull them down until I can kick them off. “Now come up here and untie daddy’s pants so we can snuggle extra close.”

I don’t begin to hesitate, sliding over his lap and give the string a tug, my breath catching when his cock juts forward, so thick and hard. “Come on baby girl, you know how daddy likes to snuggle.”

“Oh daddy,” I cry as I slip onto his length, letting him fill me up inch by inch.

“Daddy likes these tops,” he teases, pushing it up until my breasts hang free. “Let’s daddy feel his little girl skin to skin. Feel how big you’ve grown these just for daddy to enjoy.”

My breasts brush against his hard chest as he pulls me down to him, and I shiver from head to toe feeling it and him everywhere. One of his hands slips under the back of my top, coming up until it’s cradling the back of my neck, holding my face against his chest, while his other slides down to grip my ass. He shifts, bringing his legs up, and it tilts his pelvis up, making his cock rub right against my g-spot. That only makes me rock against him, wanting more of it, and I moan when it drags my clit against hardness.

“Let daddy rock his baby girl to sleep. Just let daddy do all the work,” he whispers, and I cry out when he does just that, his legs and hips pulling me against him until I’m right at the edge, the need burning madly throughout my body, unable to deny finding it this time.

“Daddy, please, I need it…need it so bad,” I cry, a full sob coming fast behind it when Tate’s fingers slip into my ass, pressing hard against the walls, and the shock and bite of pain it causes sends me hurtling into the heavens, staying in them for so long, time doesn’t begin to compute.

“There’s my sweet girl,” Tate chuckles, as my eyes flicker open finally. The buzzing that filled my ears is gone, and my body feels boneless as I lay on him. “I knew my little girl would enjoy being rocked to sleep. She’s almost there, but first, we need to visit the potty.”

“Tate,” I giggle, clinging to his neck as he carries me into the bathroom. My eyes are so heavy they can barely stay open, but it’s a relief to go all the same.

“Potty too young a word for my little girl?” he asks as he helps me wash my hands and I lean back against the wall when he lifts me onto the vanity and cleans me up with a washcloth.

“For afterwards maybe,” I sigh, smiling when he carries me back to the bed, and I let him pull the top completely off this time. I’m snug against his chest again and it feels like the best place to be—the only place I ever want to be. Here with my daddy, so safe, so loved.

“Always baby girl,” he whispers against my forehead. “I’ll never let you be anywhere else, with anyone else. I love you, Everly.”

“I love you, daddy,” I murmured as my eyes shut, sleep overtaking me instantly after the intensity of his loving.