Her Biker Daddy

Epilogue

Everly

T he boys come running down the hall and I cross my arms over my chest, giving them a hard stare. They instantly stop running, sheepish looks on their faces that match their daddy perfectly, and it makes my heart fill with love for them every time I see them. Even if they are as ornery as you’d except boys growing up in a biker club would be.

Linc is now my double-digit little man and it’s hard to believe Tate and I are on our eleventh anniversary of when he first brought me home this weekend. Some days it feels like just yesterday that he gave me the key that opened this incredible world where I could be daddy’s little girl, where daddy really was my daddy. Other days I know just how long it’s been because of all the heart stopping scenes we’ve created together in our playroom, but also when I see my boys together like this.

Linc was followed two years later by Carter, making him eight now. Hayes joined us two years after that, and two years after that we had Tyler making them six and four. The only boy that’s not in the hallway is our two year old Zach who’s finishing a nap.

With five boys I figured we were done but last year, Tate teased me into trying one more time for a little girl, and now, our sweet little Kennedy is three months old and an absolute doll. Tate’s completely obsessed with her in the sweetest way, and he says he just knows her hair is going to be curly like mine. She’s the only one of our babies that has red hair, but she also got his blue eyes just like all the boys have.

My pregnancy and birth with her went fine, but once she was here, we agreed we were done with having babies. Tate got a vasectomy, so we don’t have to worry about birth control or accidents now and I know that’s going to open things up even more for us.

As much as I love my boys, five is more than enough. If it wasn’t for Law and Cash, I might lose my sanity sometimes, even with the boys being absolute angels for their daddy.

I knew Tate would be an incredible dad, but seeing it come to be, just makes me love him more. He treats them with the same love and guidance he’s always shown me, disciplining them when it’s needed—just in a far different way than when daddy punishes his little girl. He’s still daddy to me and when we get time in the playroom, it hits even deeper.

“What have you been told about running in the hallways?” I ask them, as Law and Cash come down it to reach us. We’re still in the clubhouse and have no intention of moving out, even if we have had to ensure access to some areas are restricted so the boys don’t walk in and see something they shouldn’t or hear something they shouldn’t.

“Sorry Mom, but Unky Cash said he and Poppy were watching us tonight and they had the new Space Chasers movie,” Linc says excitedly.

My attention flows back to them, and Cash holds up his hands in apology. The boys love the movies. They’re a more kid friendly mix of Star Wars and Star Trek. The last one came out right after Kennedy was born and we missed getting to the theater to see it.

“That still doesn’t mean you run down the hallway, especially in a pack. Any one of you could easily trip and fall, and bring down all of you,” I remind them, ushering them into the house so they can grab their pillows and blankets they swear they can’t sleep without as I move towards the nursery where both Kennedy and Tyler are asleep.

“We’ve got them,” Law says, as I start to shuffle things together. “We have diapers and clothes and all of that over in our space. You go and enjoy your anniversary.”

“The only thing we need to grab is the milk for the little doll. We’ve got this,” Cash adds, calming me because tonight will be the first time we’re ‘away’ from her overnight. It’s crazy since they’re literally just down the hallway from us, but it’s a mama thing.

“Thank you,” I tell them after we manage to transfer them from the beds in the nursery over to the one set up in their place without them waking.

I give all of the boys kisses before giving them a little wave, and I head back to our place and get dressed. I slip a long jacket on over the outfit, so no one sees it as I head out to the car, a laugh slipping out when I get a text from Tate asking where I’m going before I’m even off the property.

After the kidnapping, he insisted on being able to find me, anywhere, anytime, and I didn’t argue over it. He slipped a beautiful ring onto my finger a week after we met with the State Police, telling me it had a GPS chin imbedded in it, as did the handle of the new knife he got me to replace the one we left at the manor. He tagged on that he was making the engagement we’d both alluded to with others a real thing and a week after that, he slid a wedding ring on my finger as well and I definitely didn’t argue over either of those things.

The club still runs Jackson Distributing, which in turn keeps us safe from threats. The town’s not so corrupt any longer and the cops are petrified to go anywhere near me—and not because they know I was the one that actually killed the Jacksons. No, they’re afraid of doing anything to upset me because Tate will come after them, and I love it. I love having a strong daddy that loves me enough to kill for me.

Each anniversary Tate gives me another piece of jewelry, all of them with trackers of course, so it’s no surprise that he knows I’m leaving the property. I shoot him back a message using the voice-to-text function with a little white lie, “Needed to get the kids’ vitamins. They’re watching a movie with Law and Cash, and I thought I’d take a few minutes to myself to run and get them, so I don’t obsess over it.”

You know you’re supposed to tell me before you leave, baby girl. Daddy will discuss that with you later, right now, be safe.

“Always,” I respond, smiling as I reach town and I browse through the store, grabbing vitamins to help sell things then make my way back towards the clubhouse with one minor detour. I pull off at the old Wilkens’ driveway and get out. No one’s come near the place since what was left of the cops was discovered nearly six months after Tate killed them. The State Police were gone by then and there wasn’t enough remaining for them to figure out what happened. The sheriff chalked it up to another murder by Thatcher and they moved on. In fact, everyone’s pretty much moved on from trying to find him—at least around here. He’s supposedly on the FBI’s Most Wanted List, but he’ll never be found, and we sleep just fine knowing that.

I slip around the side of the car and let the air out of the tire, before grabbing up the jack to make it look good. I shoot off a text to Tate about a flat tire, grinning at his immediate ‘on my way’ in response, and I giggle because he didn’t even question the location. To get to the clubhouse from the road, I should have turned left instead of right, and I know if he wasn’t reacting, he’d already realize I’m up to something.

I slip off the jacket when I see him closing in on my location with the phone app and slip off the leggings I put on under the replica of my old waitress uniform. I definitely wasn’t going to fit into my old one that I never returned that was sitting in the closet. I saw it about a month ago and the idea came to me since the anniversary of the day he took me home was coming up fast. Getting the outfit made without him discovering it was tricky, but thankfully, it came at the same time as another package, and he thought nothing of it.

The top is made with snaps, and they are straining against my chest, threatening to pop with every deep breath I take. The middle is made in a corset style, so it’ll stay on even when the top is ripped open, and the bottom hem barely covers my ass. Everything will be on display the minute I lean over, which is why I had the leggings on—not that I’m going to admit to wearing them until after daddy’s had his fun with me. He really would lose his shit if he thought I’d walked around wearing only this—even with the jacket on over it.

I put the leggings and jacket onto the front seat, then close the door as the roar of his bike makes my pussy throb. I wait to move from my spot until I’m certain Tate’s the only one approaching and I step forward as he cuts the engine, the headlight showing off what I’m wearing, and his helmet hits the ground as he’s up and off the bike in an instant. “What the fuck, baby?”

“Oh, hi Tate,” I say, wringing my hangs together in front of me. “I got a flat. Do you think you could help me with it? I think I have the jack in the right place, but I don’t know where the stick goes,” I add turning quickly making the skirt flare up and I bend over a bit, pulling the deepest growl from him I’ve ever heard.

His arm wraps around mine, pulling me around and I let out a fake gasp trying to get away from him. “Tate…what are you doing? Who do you think you are?” I question as his hand comes up and covers my tit through the outfit. “Hey, stop that! No…no!” I shout when he pushes me up against the car, his hands lifting to the top of the outfit, and my tits pop out when he jerks it open.

“Oh baby, I’ve been dying to get my hands on your sweet body and now look at you, out here all alone. I’ll teach you real fast which holes the stick goes in,” he returns, the smirk on his lips and the glitter in his eyes telling me he’s fully aware of what I want. His mouth comes down and sucks on my nipple and I push against him, trying to get loose.

“No, stop that! Get off me!” I cry and only stop struggling when his hand moves off my waist and moves down to grab the skirt.

“Yeah, you just spread those legs and let daddy get a taste of that little pussy. I bet it’s fresh, a young little thing like you. Come on, pretty girl, let daddy in,” he growls, pushing his hand between my thighs under the miniscule skirt, but I clamp them tight making him have to have to really work to get at it.

“Stop it! You’re sick,” I shout, pushing at his chest and I catch him on the jaw with a slap that has him jerking my head back by my hair. It causes me to lose my balance and his hand pushes between my thighs, and he cups my pussy hard, sinking three fingers inside it instantly making me cry out. “No! Get off me you disgusting creep!”

“Nice and tight, you got a cherry daddy’s going to pop?” he croons, licking up my throat and I scream as I struggle against him, trying to push him away, but he’s so much stronger than I am and he doesn’t even budge.

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. I don’t want this,” I cry, and he laughs in my ear and pulls his fingers out of my pussy.

“You’re fucking dripping for it girl, look at that, look how much you’ve already creamed asking for it,” he states, wiping it on my breasts before he leans down, licking it up before turning back over to my nipples, sucking hard making them drip. “Mmm, daddy like big milk jugs like these. I’m going to put my cock between them and jack it off while I milk you.”

“No! You pervert!” I cry pushing and struggling against him, but he just laughs and grabs my face, leaning in for a kiss. I know if his lips touch mine this is going to be over and when he’s just inches from me, I spit in his face, truly shocking him but his eyes glitter even more as he grabs my face and squeezes my cheeks. It’s the only concession beyond smacking me with his cock he’s allowed in all these years, and I love it when he does it.

“You want to spit on something, then I’ll give you something to spit on,” he fumes, pushing me down to my knees as he pulls out his cock, his hold on my face has my mouth still open, but I try to close it as he jerks me towards his cock.

“S’op,” I mumble out around his hold. “Nooo…” I screech as he pushes in, his hand going to the back of my head, holding it as he forces his way fully into my mouth. The gravel under my knees shoots flashes of pain through me, but it just makes my pussy wetter, and I gurgle as he pulls out, jerking hard on my hair again pulling my head up.

“Spit on it.”

“No,” I respond getting a harder pull to the hair in return.

“I said spit on it!”

“NO!”

“Then I’ll just have to spit on you,” he warns, grabbing my jaw and he leans down, spitting into my mouth before forcing me back onto his cock, fucking my face until he comes, and he pulls it out, spraying it all over my face and neck and chest.

His hands leave me for a second and I push against him, upsetting his balance a bit and shoot up, moving away a couple feet before he reaches me, grabbing me around the waist and lifts me up off the ground. I struggle against the hold, screaming and he drops down to the ground with me, his big body leaning over me as he pushes between my legs, and I scream as his cock slides into me.

“That’s it little girl, make daddy work for that virgin pussy,” he croons into my ear before his hand wraps around my hair and pulls my head back. My chest is pressed against the ground, my knees screaming as they chafe against it as he pounds into me.

“Stop, stop, oh god, please stop,” I cry out. As my orgasm builds, I change it over to a constant, “No, no, oh no. No!”

“Little cock whore are you? Daddy’s little slut,” he laughs, pulling on my hair and it brings my chest up as he lifts off me. “Show daddy how much you’re loving this, thank him for making that little cunt of yours come.”

“No! Let me go. Get off me!” I scream until his hand wraps around my throat, and I let out a little whimpering cry.

“I don’t want to hurt you, little girl, but daddy will, to get what he wants,” he says, squeezing and releasing it as he speaks. “Now are you going to be a good girl and do what daddy tells you to do? Or does daddy have to hurt you to get you to behave?”

“I’ll be good,” I promise, my voice quivering as my body shakes, so close to another orgasm and I need it so badly.

“That’s right, you are,” he returns, as he sits back on his heels. “Now scoot that ass of your back here and fuck daddy’s cock good to say thanks for making you come.”

I slowly ease backwards, sitting onto his lap, jumping when his hand tightens on my throat again.

“Reach down and put daddy in your little hole,” he orders, and I reach down, barely touching his cock before jerking my hand away.

“No! No, I can’t. I won’t,” I cry, the sound cut off when he squeezes my neck again.

“Fucking little bitch,” he says against my ear, and he turns me until I’m on my back, and comes down between my thighs, pushing into me with a single thrust. “You think you’re too good for this cock, don’t you? Think you’re going to get a better offer. This is my pussy now and only daddy gets near it. You hear me, little girl? Only! Daddy! ” he shouts as he fucks me hard, and when his fingers come down to my clit and rubs hard, I come with a scream, my back arching up off the ground, and daddy comes with me, his big body pressing against my front as we drag in air, my body quaking with the lingering little flashes of bliss.

He sits up, bringing me with him, and I wrap my arms around his neck, sinking into his kiss with a smile until he pulls back, his hand holding my head in the gentlest way. “Happy anniversary, daddy.”

“Happy anniversary, baby girl. God damn, little girl, you give me a little miniature of you and then this in the same year…how’s daddy supposed to compete?” he teases, making me laugh as his hands slide down my body, brushing away the dirt and gravel clinging to my skin. His eyes roam over the outfit again and they start to glitter, and I give him a quick kiss before pointing at the car.

“Jacket and leggings, front seat.”

“Know me so well, don’t you baby girl?” he states as he stands up, pulling me up with him as he heads for the car. His eyes take in the tire and his brow lifts a hint. “Did you deflate it?”

“I wanted to make it authentic daddy. Eleven years loving you—twelve years knowing you…I knew there was a slight possibility that you would have one of the others come along to change the tire while you took me home, like that first night. Hoped you wouldn’t but I wanted to be prepared in case. I could have popped back into the leggings and jacket if I’d seen someone else with you.”

“Good girl. Where exactly did you get this little thing though?” he asks as he holds up the leggings for me to slip into. “I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind when you twirled around, showing off that sexy ass of yours, but then you bent over, showing me that dripping pussy and I knew you needed it hard and rough and without mercy.”

“I did, but I didn’t realize it until I saw you. I was going to just play the innocent and shy waitress, thank you for stopping, give you a hug where I’d feel your hard cock against my belly, your hands would have found my bare ass, and I’d have begged you to kiss me the way you did that first night. We could have had it end with you fucking me instead of taking me home, washing me up, and then fucking me,” I tease, as he snaps the top back together, before grabbing the jacket. “But when you were here…”

“You needed daddy to own you, remind you that you’re his and he takes what he wants,” he replies, and I grin, as he gives me a long, hard kiss. “Come on, I need to clean you up, so I can dirty you up all over again. But first, daddy needs to make sure you didn’t cut yourself on the gravel, check your chest and knees for scrapes,” he adds, and shit…that’s my daddy. Such a total teddy bear but also an absolute beast with his girl, and it’s the best thing ever. Especially with our babies at home to cuddle with tomorrow when I’m completely exhausted from being daddy’s good little girl.

Nothing on earth could possibly be better than this life. Having my biker daddy love me so good, giving me a family like I never expected. Nothing beats it. Nothing.