9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
“Fuck. Missed you, baby.” The mattress does a dip as my man slides into bed and kisses the side of my throat, his facial hair rubbing the dip between my neck and shoulder, giving me a thrill. He smells of smoke and asphalt. Dirty and grimy. Any other man tried to get into my bed like this and I’d kick his ass out. Not him, though. Not when I know the promise of him is worth any price. Including filthy sheets. The heat of his naked body presses into the back of mine. His rough hand glides along the smooth skin of my hip with possessive squeezes.
Oh yeah. Daddy’s home. As in Big Daddy. I wasn’t expecting him for another day or two. I’m not complaining. I guess when this man returns from a run, he wants to greet me properly. Mainly with his big dick (my favorite part.)
Those large rough digits skim along my belly, trailing down to meet my pulsing clit that’s already primed and ready at the mere thought of him. The man is that good. Though I guess he should be considering the years of experience he has over me.
Everyone including him, says he’s too old for me but that doesn’t stop him from fucking me morning, noon, and night when we’re together. We can’t be in the same room without electricity crackling between us. I could fuck him all the time and I plan to.
Our relationship is all about the sex and him spoiling the hell out of me.
I love the way he dotes on me, but I want more. Call me greedy. I don’t care. I know I am. I’m addicted to everything about him. From his gravelly voice and thick tattooed arms down to his big ol dick and meaty thighs. He’s fucking perfect. Except for one thing. He won’t commit to more than being fuck buddies.
I know he cares for me. His love is in his touch and the way he kisses me. God, can he kiss me.
“Want that mouth, yeah,” he grits as he grabs me by the chin to twist my head up to meet his demanding mouth. Plunging his tongue between my lips, he dominates and owns all that I am, taking all that I have to give as I get caught up in the reality of his making my fantasies come true. “Been thinking of nothing but this all damn night.”
“Only tonight,” I taunt, knowing he’s missed me as much if not more than I have him. Being the one who loves the other person more in a relationship is a dangerous thing. One my mother warned me about since I was a girl. I don’t want to love him, but deep down, I already know that I do.
He moves over me, wearing a cocky grin as he shoves my knees apart to take what he wants. There won’t be much foreplay tonight, but I don’t need it. I’m ready for my man. I can get wet just looking at him. They call him Big Daddy for a reason. He’s the king around here. A mountain of a man with muscles and tattoos I could study for days.
There’s nothing better than his dick, but his kisses cut a close second place. Those big hands grip my hips as he positions me right where he wants me, as he lines up to slide right in, ungloved. Early on in our relationship, he made sure I was on birth control so he could fuck me raw. At first, it didn’t bother me. I never entered into this relationship wanting to have anything serious, but somewhere along the way, things have changed.
I’ve changed.
“Nothing compares. Jesus, Gwynee.” He grunts as my body stretches to accommodate the girth and length of him. “So damn tight, baby. Fuck me.” He pauses for a second, eyes nearly rolling back in his head.
I smirk up at him, knowing that I’ve got the perfect man for me.
My big bad biker.
My protector.
My lover.
Big Daddy lives up to his reputation.
“I need your help with something. Can your girl Cecilia be discreet?”
“Of course. What’s going on?”
“Call her up and meet me at my place. Tell her to bring her shit to do a house call.” He reads the confusion on my face. “Got a female who could use a gentle touch and a new look.”
Understanding sinks in and I nod, grabbing my cell phone as he kisses the top of my head and leaves.
I dial Cecilia and she swings by to pick me up, no questions asked. I’m the one who is freaking out. This is my first time going to his house. Of course I’ve been nosy and looked it up online. He bought the largest home in Anarchy when it went into foreclosure and made it into the clubhouse for his club. Rumor around town is it belonged to a drug dealer who went to prison. That doesn’t worry me. I’m scared to meet his daughter and dread bumping into Lucie. She can be a real mega cunt on her best day.
Cecilia pulls up in front of the garage where a couple of guys are washing and servicing a row of motorcycles.
I knew the house was big. I wasn’t prepared for a mansion, but I should have expected as much.
“Wow,” I breathe out the word as Cecilia shuts her sedan off.
“Take a breath,” my bestie says, giving my arm a squeeze.
“This is too much.”
“We’re here to help someone, remember?”
“Right. I’m good. Just nervous about possibly meeting his daughter.”
“You’ll be fine.”
I wish I could believe that. My stomach is about to drop out of my ass.
I’m nearly out of the passenger side when Big Daddy comes out to greet us.
“Thanks for coming,” he tells Cecilia, and pulls me into his side to greet me with a quick kiss. “Few things to know. Don’t ask personal questions. You can make small talk about the weather, girly shit, food, but don’t ask about her bruises or the marks on her arms. Daisy is a sex trafficking victim looking for a fresh start, and I’m trying to help her find it.”
My heart melts at his words. This big and tough, scary biker has a sweet spot.
“Come on inside. She’s upstairs in one of the guest rooms.” He laces his fingers with mine. “Give you the tour later.”
The three of us enter his massive home and the inside is even bigger than the outside eludes to. There’s a motorcycle inside the entrance of his house. I’m so out of my element. I grew up really poor and have struggled as an adult to survive on my own.
I swallow hard as I try to take it all in and not let his wealth intimidate me.
A younger girl with blonde hair who reminds me a lot of Lucie as a teenager runs past us waving a pack of cigarettes as a burly-looking biker with gray hair and long beard struggles to catch her.
“Get back here, girl,” Big Daddy shouts.
The girl darts back, a sneer ready on her face as she stares at me, holding her father’s hand. Not only does she favor Lucie, she has her attitude as well.
“Want you to meet Gwynee.”
“Why?” she says, snottily, as the older biker snatches the cigarettes from her grip.
“Don’t start your shit. Act like you have some fucking manners.”
“Hi.” She shoots a fake smile at me. “Can I go now?”
“Yeah. You can give me your phone and go to your damn room. You can have it back when you show some damn respect.”
She pulls a pink glitter phone case from her back pocket and hands it over to him. “Whatever.”
He shakes his head as she stomps up the stairs. Seconds later, the sound of a door slamming elsewhere echoes above us.
“She’ll come around,” he grumbles, and I can tell he doesn’t believe his words any more than I do.
Up that same set of stairs, he shows Cecilia and I to a bedroom where we meet Daisy. He wasn’t lying. She’s in rough shape and has lost her bloom.
“This is my woman, Gwynee. The one I was telling you about and her friend Cecilia. They’ll take care of you.” Hearing Big Daddy refer to me as his woman has my heart hammering in my chest.
I can hear Cecilia warning me that I fall too hard and fast every time I meet a man, but there’s something different about my biker. He lets me know where I stand. He’s upfront about who he is. I can’t help but fall a little deeper in love with him.
He pulls me off to the side. “Shoot me a text if you need anything and tell your friend I’ll pay for her services. I’ll be back in a bit. Got a brat who needs a fucking lecture.”
“Go easy on her. I’m sure she’s only insecure about sharing your attention.”
“Naw. She’s a little bitch. Let her spend too much time under Lucie’s bad influence. I tried with her, but hell she was already a teenage hellcat when I took her in full time. I had no business raising them in this club, but I did my best.”
“She’ll come around. Everyone loves me eventually.”
He flashes me a grin and kisses my forehead and I turn my attention to Daisy.
Cecilia is running down a list of options with her.
In the end she gives her some lowlights and a trim.
Daisy barely spoke ten words to us, leaving the conversation to Cecilia and me. By the time we’re done, Big Daddy is back with a guy he calls Lunatic. The way he looks at Daisy and stands close without crowding her is protective and sweet and I wonder if there’s something between the two of them.
Big Daddy pays Cecilia her full rate and then some before sending her on her way.
It’s a Saturday and I don’t work tomorrow, so when he asks me to stay the night, I agree. This is my first time on his turf and I’m curious to observe him with his club.