Her Biker Daddy

Chapter 14

Everly

N othing has ever looked so welcoming as the sight of the clubhouse growing before my eyes. It feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve been here, not just two days. A little choked off cry bubbles up when Tonka pulls up in front of the place, and I see most of the club waiting outside the front doors. Tate’s lips press a soft kiss to my temple, and I swallow down the emotions not wanting anyone to think I’m unhappy to see them or that I’m hurt when it’s the complete opposite really.

“Let’s get you inside, baby girl,” Tate says, not letting me down as he slides out of the truck with me in his arms, against his chest.

There are cheers and shouts from the group and I smile, turning my face outwards as Andrea and Mona both hurry forward, asking if I’m okay. “Just tired and sore,” I assure them, getting hugs around Tate’s hold from both before he pushes us forward up to the door.

“Thank you, everyone, for your help getting my girl home the last couple days. There’s some news that’s likely to come out about the mayor and his family being killed as well as the disappearance of the chief of police. They were all involved so keep a tight ship. We’re likely to find more than just the sheriff’s department brought in on this. Don’t do anything stupid or bragging about shit. Right now, I need to get my girl upstairs and cleaned up. The others can tell you more when they get back. They’re still taking care of loose ends,” Tate says before moving us into the building and he takes me straight upstairs, and to our rooms.

I let out a little protest when he sits me onto a chair in the kitchenette area, but he kneels in front of me, cupping my face as his eyes run over my entire body. They darken when they see the askew buttons on my top and I lift my lips to his, giving him a soft kiss. “He didn’t even get them open before I had the knife in him. I’m okay, daddy.”

“You’d better be, or I’ll go dig them up and crush every last bone in their bodies,” he grunts, before sitting back onto his heels as he drags in a deep breath. “Right now, you need something in your stomach and then daddy’s going to clean every last inch of you before wrapping you up and taking you to bed.”

“I’m not hungry,” I counter, my face showing the distaste of the idea of food apparently because Tate’s hand slips onto my belly, his eyes holding me tight.

“Morning sickness or did one of them hurt you there? Give you something to make you sick?”

“I just think if I try to eat anything right now, it’ll just come back up. They didn’t give me anything yesterday and not even water until earlier tonight. It was just after Thatcher made plans with Cash that Paul brought down the bottle of water and tried to attack me,” I admit and the look on his face warms my heart. It’s pure, uncontrolled fury but it’s not at me. “I would have left them for you to take care of, daddy, but…”

“No, you did what you had to do, to protect yourself and our baby. Yes, I would love to have dealt out some justice to them and if I find anyone else that participated in this, I’ll give them everything they deserve and more, but knowing you were safe for the last few hours, just stuck there with that damn shackle on, is keeping me from losing it entirely. I love you, baby girl, and I will gladly kill for you, but I don’t have to kill what threatens you to feel like a man,” he says, and I smile, running my hand down his chest wanting him skin to skin with me so badly.

“Why don’t we skip the food and go straight to the shower? Daddy can wash his little girl like he did the first time he brought her home, then show her just how much he’ll always love her?” I suggest starting to slide my hand under his shirt, but he pulls back, giving me a hard look and catches my hand to his lips.

“No,” he says surprising me, but he gives my hand another kiss, settling the worry that instantly hit hearing that one word. “You may not want to eat anything, but you need to. You know the prenatal vitamins upset your stomach if you don’t have at least something with them. They’re important to take, for you and the baby, so on this, daddy’s telling you no. You’ll eat and then daddy will finish taking care of you,” he adds, making my heart melt entirely and I let him get up and watch as he moves around the kitchenette.

I don’t argue when he brings over a plate of cinnamon sugar toast drizzled with honey. He also brings me my vitamins and a big glass of orange juice to wash them down with. He sits with his arm around me as I eat the small snack, thankful it’s not a big meal, and even finish the entire glass of juice when he just gives me a long look as I sit further back in my chair with it half full.

“Good girl,” he whispers against my lips with the softest kiss, and I smile as he takes everything to the sink before coming back to me. His arms feel even safer as he carries me into our bedroom and on into the bathroom. He quickly, but gently, undresses me, then himself, tossing both of our stained clothes into the trash, and I know the guys will burn them so there’s no evidence remaining just in case.

The warm water feels heavenly on my sore back, and I know there must be a bruise forming there because Tate lets out a low string of curses when he comes up behind me after getting the new shampoo from the cabinet.

“Fuck baby, is there a lot of pain? Do you want to go to the doctor now?” he asks coming back around to my front, his hand gentle on the spot, and his eyes grow wider as he stares at the spot on my head, his breathing slowing.

“I don’t think I need a doctor right this minute. My head only hurts if I touch it. The headache went away sometime yesterday,” I assure him, and his hand is gentle as it glides over the skin of my back, along the top of my ass.

“And here?”

“Is sore, hurts to change positions but it’s not excruciating, just stiff and achy.”

“If that changes, if it gets worse, I need you to tell me. Even if it’s the middle of the night,” he states, holding my gaze until I nod. “Let daddy take care of you now, baby girl. You just stand here and let daddy do all the work.”

His hands are soft everywhere he touches, but especially as he washes my hair, and when he soaps my back. It fills my heart with love and my eyes with tears when he sinks onto his knees when he’s done, his arms wrapping around me as his face rests against my body. He’s tall enough that his head reaches my chest, but he just presses a kiss to the middle of it and holds onto me. A shudder runs through his body, and I slip a hand into his hair, the other on his neck as he just rests there, holding me tight.

“It’s okay, daddy. I’m here. I’m safe,” I promise him, over and over, as the tears fall down my cheeks, the pain of being apart from him fading with them. The physical pain is distant in my mind as the emotions of everything that daddy’s given me wraps around me, and I drop my head down against his, rubbing him gently across the back of his neck and down onto his shoulders.

“I’d have burned this entire fucking town to the ground to find you. It wouldn’t have mattered who I had to kill if it meant having you back here with me. Home with me like this,” he says, pressing a kiss to my chest, before dropping ones on the top of both breasts. He presses another to my belly, down to my hips, then my thighs, my knees, and the top of my feet before kissing his way up one arm, across my collar bone and down the other arm, before finally moving up my neck around my jaw, up my cheek across my forehead, down to the other cheek, sweeping over my eyes, stealing the last of my tears, and he picks me up as he covers my mouth with his, stealing every breath from me as he moves us out of the shower and to the chair at the vanity.

He dries every inch of me, taking care of my hair, being extra gentle with my head, and my eyes grow heavy. I let out a soft sigh when he picks me up again, and the incredible mattress takes my weight, cradling me so nicely.

Tate’s arms wrap around me, his chest warming my back, and his hand settles onto my heart while his lips press a kiss to my shoulder. “Sleep baby girl, daddy’s got you.”

“Daddy,” I sigh pushing my ass back into his hard cock that’s snug against it.

“No, daddy’s okay,” he says, stilling my hips. “I’m just going to hold you, skin to skin. That’s all I need right now.”

“Please,” I hum, shifting just a bit so his cock slips between my legs. “I just need to feel you inside me. Please daddy, just inside me.”

“Fuck…” he groans into my hair, and his body shudders, before he gently lifts my leg a little higher, giving him room to slip the head of his cock against my pussy. “Shh, easy, let daddy do it,” he says as I start to push onto his thickness. I relax onto the bed, a little moan coming out as he presses into me, bit by bit. “That’s it, baby girl. That’s it…just let daddy take care of you.”

“Daddy,” I cry when he’s fully inside me, my pussy breaking into an orgasm I didn’t expect, but it feels so good as daddy wraps me up even tighter in his arms.

“I love you, baby. Love you so fucking much,” he breathes against my ear, and I come again, bringing him with me. My entire body starts to shut down and I fall under as his face rests against mine.

“Love you daddy,” I mumble, and it’s the last thing I recall until morning.

Tate doesn’t stray far from my side the entire next day, spending most of it just on the bed holding me, insisting I rest. The ache in my back, the stiffness is still there the next morning, and I don’t argue much when he brings me breakfast in bed with a huge smile and kiss for me.

I grin when early that afternoon there’s a knock on our door. The huff Tate lets out is just more proof that he wants nothing but the best for me but also wants to be as close as possible, and I won’t complain about that at all.

“You okay with a couple visitors?” Tate asks, poking his head around the door and I nod because daddy insisted on me getting dressed this morning so he wouldn’t be tempted to try and ravish me. We fell asleep last night much like the one before, just with a little more enthusiasm than the first night.

“Cash…Law,” I say with a grin as the two come into the room.

“We just wanted to check in, see how you are,” Cash says coming over and I giggle softly when he crawls up onto the bed, giving me a hug as he lays facing me.

Tate just chuckles, coming over to sit behind me, his hand rubbing my hip before he drops a kiss onto my cheek. “Law and I have a couple things to discuss about the other problems. Just yell if you need anything. We’ll be in the living room.”

“Okay daddy,” I hum, leaning into him more when he gives me a second little kiss.

“We’re glad you’re okay, honey. Also, I thought you might be interested to know, I got word that the courts received the DNA results Friday, the county uploaded the case update yesterday. Since they were signed off on Friday and he was actually seen Saturday morning, just briefly, but he was seen at a gas station closest to the manor, there’s nothing that can be argued on it. Even if the child support case is denied now that he’s dead, the results are still in the court record, so the probate court has to accept it now. And with them dead, there’s no one to fight the claim any longer. I’ll see if he had a will and if not, put in a claim for the entire estate to be yours,” Law explains and I smile, wholly behind that. Anything to get the money away from everyone who might continue with the bribes and corruption.

“Thank you,” I tell him, waiting until he and daddy are out of the room to look at Cash. I can’t contain the grin that hits when I see something very new around his neck. I give the little strip of leather that’s buckled to the bottom of ring of the collar a tug, lifting a brow his way. “Does this mean that Law’s finally claimed you, letting you live your little boy dreams?”

“Saturday…Pres was ready to storm the mayor’s residence to try and find you,” Cash says, and I nod, knowing that much from Tate already.

“He said you told them about the online thing we were playing in the background. Thatcher was in the basement with Adam trying to figure out what to do with me and he got a message about the prey he’d been trying to reel in. I knew it had to be you, trying to lure Thatcher into a meet, so you all could get him to give up my location,” I state and Cash nods slowly, a half-smile on his face.

“I’d have done it all on my own if I had to in order to get my little sister home,” he says, and I silently giggle at the name. I love it though because that’s really how it feels, but even better than just having a brother that loves you, I’ve got one I can talk boys—well, daddies—about with and there’s no judgement at all. “Pres was down for it immediately but Law…he said no. That I wasn’t doing it. It was too dangerous and all of the push-pull he’s done the last month was just over. He insisted I wear a bullet proof shirt thing when he finally relented and after we got home from handling the chief…he pulled me into his room then made me get on my knees to take care of his hard cock before he even could speak to me.

“He was pulling off our clothes as soon as he came, giving me hardly any time to enjoy it, then pushed me down on the bed and spanked me until I was about to come. That’s when he slid this onto my neck, told me exactly what would happen if I ever talked to another man online, risked my neck by doing something so stupid—especially knowing that the person on the other side was a fucking psycho—and I was more than okay with it all,” he adds, his cheeks and eyes flushed and I know that look because it’s what on my face when daddy’s loving me.

“And is he going to be your special daddy now or just own you?” I ask because I want him to have everything he’s ever dreamt of and more since that’s what I’ve found with daddy.

“Both,” Cash says with a half-groan and half-sigh as he unzips the hoodie he normally wears showing that the leather buckled to the collar trails all the way down his chest and into his jeans. He glances at the door before unzipping them and my jaw drops a bit seeing his poor cock in a metal cage, the leather strap buckled to the top of it to keep it shut.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask when he’s covered himself back up.

“Like fucking hell anytime I start to get hard, but it’s my punishment from daddy. Saturday night he slapped it on me instead of letting me come after spanking me, telling me I didn’t get any pleasure until I learned only daddy got to decide if I could do something dangerous. Every time he touches me I start getting hard and I’ve been walking around in pain ever since, but it’s so much better than the pain of the last month.”

“He’s left you in it all of yesterday and all of today?” I ask and he nods, making my eyes widen in disbelief. “Cash…that sounds more like torture than daddy teaching you a lesson.”

“Well…it wasn’t all of yesterday. In fact, he woke me up after unlocking it but…”

“But what?” I question when he hesitates.

“But it went back on a couple hours later after I finally admitted that there were still some virgin territories I hadn’t crossed yet,” Cash states and I just stare at him until he starts to speak again. “I’ve done a lot of things with other guys but daddy’s going to be the first when it comes to actual penetration.”

“Seriously? And Law was mad about that?” I ask curiously because honestly, I’d think he’d be thrilled to know that part of him was his and his alone.

“Not mad as in furious that he’d have to deal with it, more like mad in a frustrated way because he’s got a daddy’s sized dick and I waited until the last minute to tell him. So, until as he puts it he ‘can claim his little boy fully’, the cage stays on unless he takes it off. Which he has for short amounts of time to indulge in other ways, but once that’s through, it goes back on,” Cash says, and I can see how Law might have been upset about it.

“I’m guessing you’re not that upset about the way Law’s working you up to it. For your sake though, hopefully he doesn’t take as long as daddy did with me,” I tease making his brow lift. “Two weeks…although some of that was due to the shit with Grover upset out initial plans for that night.”

“Well, daddy’s impressive, not quite as big as Pres but, more than enough to satisfy. He pushes me more than I thought I wanted to go, but it’s better than I imagined. Plus, after this, I’m thinking of ways to get daddy to put me back in it while we play. There’s something about the pain of it that makes it feel even better when it comes off.”

“Well, I imagine most daddies don’t like their littles to self-pleasure themselves. After all, that’s daddy’s job,” I suggest, giggling entirely at the thrill that hits his eyes. He laughs with me, which just makes mine grow louder until the door opens and Tate is standing there eyeing us suspiciously. The look just makes me laugh even more and I dip my face into the pillow trying to stop.

“What are you two giggling in here like looney littles about?” Tate asks, and that sends me into even deeper glee as Cash wiggles his brow at me with a wink.

“Nothing daddy,” I get out as he slips up onto the bed behind me, his arm sliding around me, his hips pressing into my ass and his hardness fills me with heat.

“Is that so?” Law questions, leaning down over Cash. He gives his hair a tug, pulling his head back and his other hand wraps around the strap that’s hanging off the collar. Cash lets out a moan when he tugs on it and I fight to control my giggles because I know where that strap leads and what that tug was moving, but I don’t know if Law wants anyone else to know.

“Just catching up on all the things I missed around here the last few days,” I suggest, giving Law a grin when he slides up onto the bed behind Cash, turning his head further to give him a kiss. “Like that…”

“You comfortable there, Cash?” Tate asks when Law lifts him up, moving so he’s mostly on top of Law’s body but still facing us with just a hip on the bed. “Wouldn’t want you to feel…caged,” he adds, and I lose control over my giggles once more. “Mhmm, I told you she’d know.”

“I suppose that’s one thing to remember. Little boys are just as much gossips as little girls are,” Law states, and Cash’s neck tightens when his hand slips down to his crotch, holding him tight there. “As long as it’s just sharing what happens when daddy gets his hands on him, little boy can tell his little girl friend all he likes.”

“Ahh, he can tell little girl anything he wants when it comes to the club here, but just little girl,” Tate says and I nod, grinning at the agreement in Cash’s eyes.

“Alright, that too, as well as in general. So, I suppose little boy can tell her anything he wants,” Law responds, and I giggle as Tate brushes a kiss to my cheek.

“And that goes both ways,” Tate adds just making my smile grow further.

“What would you think about our baby having two godfathers instead of a godmother?” I ask, looking back at Tate. “I’m sure if it’s a boy, he’ll get better fashion advice from these two than he’d ever get from any of the club girls.”

“True, and I’ll be the first to tell him no if he wants to get a fake id to get a tattoo before he’s eighteen,” Cash says, and I giggle again because the boy has none. Not a single one because he actually hates needles. “Not that they can’t be sexy,” he adds as Law’s hand tightens on him.

“Oh, I know you love my ink, your mouth tells me just how much,” Law teases him, and I sink back against daddy more, just smiling as we talk and joke for the next hour. Law shifts Cash against him, patting his crotch pulling a soft hiss from Cash and he gives him a hot looking telling him, “Come on, buttercup. Daddy wants his dessert before dinner.”

“See you later,” I muse, giving Cash a wave when he can’t quite catch his breath to speak as he heads towards the door with his Law pulling him on by that strap.

“They’re going to be something,” Tate says, turning me over with a kiss once the front door closes. “I mean, I knew Cash would be a bottom but…apparently he’s even more hungry to be a little than even you are, baby.”

“Yeah, but when you think about it, growing up in the club likely wasn’t easy on him. I mean, how many members that were gay were there?” I ask him, as I rub his chest when he scowls at bit at first. “He’s a sensitive guy which is kind of the opposite of a lot of bikers, especially the older ones. He was already in the negative standing with that, then add in him not wanting anything to do with the club girls when most other teenagers would have died to have an all-access pass to easy sex. Coming out couldn’t have been that easy.”

“It wasn’t. He and his dad got into a royal shouting match one day about four years ago. Apparently he caught him kissing some guy while he was at school in the city, told him he didn’t raise a…” He can’t say it but it’s clear enough what he means. “He was already a member, and we had accepted Toombs years before that knowing he was gay, but mostly celibate after a break-up with a long-term partner, so it wasn’t as big of a deal with everyone else in the club, but he and his dad hadn’t patched things up, were only on speaking terms when it came to club business when he died out of the blue. Pinky only came to us a just under three years ago after a rally we went to. It was the first one where I was President and he stopped by the booth where I was sitting, the others were out dancing or playing pool, and he asked me what my thought on human goods were.

“It was the wrong thing to ask at that moment, and I had my knife out and pressed against his dick in less than thirty seconds. He just held up his hands which drew my attention to his right hand, because it was bandaged. Come to find out, he lost his pinky finger when he put his arm out to stop his club’s president from taking a knife to a twenty-year-old girl that wanted out. Their club turned out women as call-girls to make them money. Take what you were thinking when you heard that club girls were club property and add in forced prostitution…that’s how they treated the women. Pinky had heard rumors that Hinton was wanting to get into the business then next thing everyone knew, he was gone, and I was in.”

“That’s how Pinky got his name?” I ask, always curious about them because they’re not assigned until the men become actual club members and they receive their club patches.

“Yeah, when some of the guys found out he was gay, they questioned it, but he just held up his hand, showing off the missing pinky finger and just laughed. Then told everyone that his name with the other club was Tights, which yeah, they gave him because he was gay and wore tight leather pants when he was a prospect,” Tate says and I grin, snuggling deeper into the bed with him. “I don’t give a damn who fucks who or how they like to do it, as long as both sides are adults. So, if Cash wants to be the ultimate bottom, Law’s buttercup, or sissy boy, or little boy, as I’ve heard him happily accept Law calling him when I’ve gone downstairs the last couple days…let him. The club isn’t going to start shit with Cash on it, they’ll likely assume it’s come from Law. I mean, it’s pretty clear that Law is an alpha all unto himself but most of them don’t care mostly because he’s gay. It’d be one thing if they had to fight him for girls, but if what he wants it to control Cash, then they’re not going to get involved.”

“He’s really happy and a little more into the kink than he was anticipating, but I’m really happy for him. Thank you, for letting him visit,” I add because I know there’s no way he’d let anyone else do it like that.

“If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t have gotten close to Thatcher. I’d have let him sleep in the bed with us all night if Law hadn’t claimed him and he was hurting after helping me get you back,” Tate says and I giggle as the image of having to console a moping, crying Cash while daddy’s cock was inside me filters through for some reason and I don’t quite know how to handle it otherwise. “I’m trying to be sweet here and you’re laughing at me?” he questions teasingly, and I giggle harder while telling him what my brain conjured up.

“Careful baby girl, daddy has no issues letting someone watch daddy fuck his little girl, and you’re coming close to finding out firsthand just how much daddy’s been holding back when we’re around others,” he says and my body heats entirely through as I look up into his eyes, finding dark hunger there that I’m extremely intrigued with.

“I thought daddy said no one else would ever see me when we talked about meeting some other daddies and littles.”

“No, I said that I could happily fuck you in your everyday version of your little girl outfits but that’s as far as they’d ever get to see you. Same thing would go around here if you were wearing little skirts, daddy would just lift you up onto his lap and have you ride him or push you onto the table and take you from behind, or up against a wall. As much as anyone else will ever see is you taking my cock like the good girl you are,” he says and I smile resting on his chest as things run through my head, making my nipples tighten and I sigh as he gives me a long, slow kiss. “What are you thinking now, baby girl?”

“About you fucking me when others are around,” I admit, laughing when his lips come down on my neck, giving it a nip. “Also, about you letting Cash sleep in bed with us…or at least with your little girl but daddy’s so needy he can’t last a whole night without her.”

“Fuck baby girl, you’re walking on a thin ledge, so you better be careful about telling daddy your naughty little thoughts,” he says and I simply grin, holding onto him until he pulls us up from the bed, making my brow lift curiously. “The rest of the Keepers are heading back to the city tomorrow. We’re doing a bigger dinner tonight.”

“You’re finally going to let me up from the bed?” I ask, feigning shock.

“Careful baby girl, you know what bratty little girls get,” he warns, and I nod, grinning up at him.

“I do, they get spanked and fucked good, and I’ll happily take it. You always make me come and it feels so sweet, but I definitely like it when daddy fucks his little girl without a care,” I return, finding myself pulled back against his chest, his arms wrapped around me tight, and his lips trail over my cheek where he can reach.

“After the doctor tells me you’re okay, I’ll happily fuck you silly, baby girl.”

“What doctor?” I ask as he grabs me the lace over-shirt that went with the tank top I was wearing while relaxing. The lightweight knit lounge pants will work just fine with it to go downstairs, and I slip into the shoes Tate has ready by the door before he lifts me into his arms.

“You can walk into the dining room, but I want to carry you down the stairs. As for the doctor, apparently one of Law’s exes has a cousin that’s an ob/gyn specialist in the city. He texted them to see if they could get us in, so we can make sure everything’s fine. She can fit us in at nine in the morning, so the Keepers are going to follow us up just to make sure none of the local leos cause any issues,” Tate explains, and I grin at the idea of being able to check on our baby, possibly see him. I don’t know why, but ever since we knew about him, I’ve just known it’s a boy, and I can’t wait until I know for certain.

The grin grows when he sets me down before we turn onto the hall with the dining room. I’m a little stiff but that could be from not moving around all that much the last two days just as easily as from the fall. Tate pushes open the door, moving us into the room and I can’t help but laugh a bit at the whistles and cheers that the guys let out.

“If it isn’t the little warrior,” one of the men that was at the manor says as we draw closer to our normal table, and I glance from him up to Tate questioningly.

“This is Stealth, he’s an ex-military tracker, and this is Knuckles,” Tate adds with a nod towards one of the other strange faces at the table. “Rambo and this is Crypto,” he says and a skinnier guy with glasses gives me a two-finger wave. “There are a few others somewhere around here that came down to help. Crypto here is a computer expert. He got into the city’s records, but all of the camera footage was deleted so we didn’t know which way they went. With our digging, we learned about several other properties that Jackson’s purchased over the years, most of them from the city which as mayor was illegal. He’s using them as rental properties and overcharging the tenants without making repairs.”

“Not shocking that the scum was also a scum-lord,” I say with a sigh.

“Give me some time and we’ll figure out if he had a will and if not, we’ll get the estate over to you to decide what you want to do with it,” Law states and I nod, settling down to enjoy the amazing meal.

Just before we’re finished, Tate lets out a whistle, quieting the room and I glance up at him curiously when he stands. “I’m not one for speeches as most of you know. I’m more of the to the point type, but I just wanted to say thank you again to everyone that helped me get Everly back home, safe and sound. I know you’ve heard murmurs about what happened at the Jackson Manor and yes, when we got there, we walked into the basement, finding Everly calmly sitting on a chair, sipping a bottle of water just waiting for us. It’s not an exaggeration nor are the things you’ve heard happen to our old chief of police. While I didn’t personally see to his end, prior to that it’s true that there were sex toys used on him, and it was the least he deserved for his vileness. And apparently, my girl ruptured his testicle with a particularly sweet hit with a metal jack-handle, and his specific end was quite brutal.”

“Maybe not as bad as the cops your pres handled because that was the shit of nightmares man,” Knuckles says, pulling more chuckles from the group.

“We no longer have to worry about him causing issues and I’m happy to say that while the rest of the Keepers are headed back to the city tomorrow, Law will be sticking around for a while. He has some new personal interests he’s attending to on top of helping us with our continued legal battles,” Tate states, and I shoot Cash a wink when he blushes a bit. “Now, you all know that I’ve already claimed Everly as mine. She’s my old lady but also my baby girl, and while I had a cut ready and waiting for her before I even brought her home, it just wasn’t right. So, I had something new made up and it got to us just before dinner,” he adds pulling my attention fully onto him.

He pulls me up from my chair gently and I laugh when Cash pulls a box out from under the table and holds it up for Tate to open. He does, as he continues speaking but my eyes can’t leave the gorgeous vest that he pulls out. “I know, it’s pink, but I’m pretty sure you’ve all already realized that while my girl may be a badass, she’s also the sweetest, girliest little thing underneath and well deserving of the pink to show it off. It has one extra addition most of the old lady’s cuts don’t have, and I’m not talking about president’s patch. The others agreed with me that Everly deserved her own recognition because she proved she’s worthy of the club far beyond than by simply being an old lady and so, we had a little extra something added to it.”

I laugh when he turns it to show off the front. Above where the president’s property patch was a nameplate in the Reapers’ colors, and the words Little Warrior emblazed on it. “Tate…”

“You are amazing, baby. What you did was amazing. Especially given how sweet your heart is, and I never want anyone to think that just because you’re sweet, that they can do whatever they want or walk all over you. This reminds everyone just what you’re capable of, and is a warning to steer clear, because even if you don’t destroy them, messing with the property of the Reapers’ Fate, seals theirs,” he adds, and I reach up, giving him a kiss as he comes down to my level, and I grin when he holds up the vest for me to slip into.

It’s perfect and I can’t wait to wear it whenever I’m out with him and the group. It’s going to be magical, just like we are together.