by Lena Gordon
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Bonus Time!
My Biker Daddy
Introduction
Jessie
Shane
About the Author
Sneak Peek…My Boss Daddy
Brittany
Lessons in Desire
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Never Miss a Lesson
My Biker Daddy
Lena Gordon
Copyright © 2017 by Lena Gordon
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Contents
Bonus Time!
My Biker Daddy
Introduction
1. Jessie
2. Shane
3. Jessie
4. Shane
5. Jessie
6. Shane
7. Jessie
8. Shane
9. Jessie
10. Shane
11. Jessie
12. Shane
13. Jessie
14. Shane
15. Jessie
16. Shane
17. Jessie
18. Shane
19. Jessie
20. Shane
21. Jessie
22. Shane
About the Author
Sneak Peek…My Boss Daddy
Brittany
Lessons in Desire
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Never Miss a Lesson
Bonus Time!
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My Biker Daddy
Introduction
I was just a hard-working student picking up late night shifts at the diner.
He was a rough around the edges biker that was nothing but trouble.
But I needed a ride home.
And he offered.
On two conditions.
1)Hold on
2)Call me Daddy
It was dangerous. But I was due for a little danger, and when he touched me…all bets were off.
I’d climb on the back of his bike every night if it meant he’d make me scream like that again.
And again.
He lights up every part of me.
Even my heart.
But I don’t even know his real name and when I find out…
I don’t know what to trust anymore.
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1
Jessie
Once I got home, I only had thirty minutes in my apartment after class. Long enough to take a quick shower, change into my uniform and grab my backpack with the ever growing stack of reading and assignments that needed to be done for my classes.
I never seemed to be able to get ahead on my studies. Which, I guess, wasn’t too bad. It could be worse—I could be behind. At least working nights at Starlight, the dingy little diner where I’d picked up shifts, allowed me to get my work done.
And I didn’t have to fend off advances from everything with a dick hanging between his legs. It was exhausting coming up with new and creative ways to tell those jack-offs to get bent in a way that was strong enough to make my point, but soft enough not to get me fired.
Yes, working at the diner, in all its greasy glory, was way better.
Besides, it kept me from getting lonely in my empty apartment.
Ever since Abby moved out, it was way too quiet. Not that I blamed her. Not really. If I’d met and fallen in love with a crazy-hot older guy who lived in a big mansion and fucked me senseless every night, I wouldn’t think twice before jumping on that.
But it didn’t mean I was any less lonely.
Especially in my bed.
And listening to Abby’s stories of how her daddy fucked her up against the wall when she got home from a late class, or bent her over the kitchen island to take her from behind, only made things worse.
I was horny. Lonely and horny.
Too bad I didn’t have time to do anything about either of those problems.
Because right now, the only thing I had time to focus on was my studies and serving coffee and Denver sandwiches all night to people who were lonelier and hornier than I was.
“Hey, Stan.” I walked in the back door of the Starlight and hung up my sweater on the hook in the kitchen. “Sorry I’m running a little late. My stupid car wouldn’t start again.”
Stan grunted in response. He wasn’t one for words, which was perfect because he didn’t mind it when I either prattled on about something random, or when I got quiet and started studying my chemistry textbooks. There were times when it might only be the two of us in the diner for hours and neither of us would say a word. It was perfect. I loved those quiet nights because they were perfect for working through the ever incredibly complicated textbooks I’d been assigned to read.
Sometimes I questioned my decision to major in organic chemistry, but I knew it would be worth it one day, just like working the graveyard shift at the Starlight would be worth it.
“Has it been busy?” I asked the same question every night and every night Stan would grunt in response. “Sounds good.”
I laughed and tied my apron on before getting to work. The first few hours were always the busiest, and tonight was no exception. I stayed busy, pouring coffee and serving up sandwiches and greasy fries until just after eleven, when it started to slow down.
I had a few minutes of reading my chapter on organic matter reactions when the bells over the door chimed. “Just grab a seat. I’ll be with you in a second.” I waved my hand over my head without bothering to look up. When I finished the chapter, I grabbed the pot of coffee and headed over where my new customer was sitting. I was still mulling over the equation I’d been muddling through and just going through the motions, when I poured the coffee and slid it in front of the man. At least, that must have been the reason I hadn’t noticed how fucking sexy he was. Because the minute I looked...
“How are you to—” I damn near spilled the hot coffee on him as I caught a glimpse of eyes that were so gray I had to take a second look to be sure they weren’t silver.
“Careful there, sweetheart.” He took the cup from me with strong hands that sent a spark through me when he touched my skin.
I pulled back quickly and tucked my free hand into my apron. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t...”
There was no way I could finish the sentence. What was I supposed to say? That I wasn’t prepared for such a hot biker with thick biceps that my fingers were itching to squeeze, and those crazy piercing eyes, and the sexiest thick beard streaked with silver that matched his dark eyes to be sitting in my booth? I mean, I could say that. It was the truth.
“What can I get you?” I asked instead.
“How about a little sugar?” He smiled, but just a little, as if he
knew what kind of effect he’d had on me and was enjoying every second of it.
I shook my head, hard. There was no way I was going to give him any sugar. I don’t care how sexy he was, or how damp my panties were just from being in his presence. There was no way I was going to—
“Sugar?” He pointed to the table behind me and the sugar shaker.
Oh. Right.
I turned to grab it and placed it in front of him with a little more force than necessary.
“You didn’t think I meant something else, did you?” He lifted his eyebrow and I knew my face burned red.
“What would you like?”
“Now look who’s being forward.” He wiggled his eyebrows this time, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. They held me. Almost hypnotizing me. It was ridiculous, but I couldn’t look away.
“I’m not...I wasn’t...”
“Why don’t we wait until we know each other a little better, sweetheart.”
My face blazed even hotter and I shifted where I stood because something about this stranger was making my panties wet and he’d barely even touched me.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jessica.” He stuck out his hand and I had to put the coffee pot down to take it. His grip was strong and instantly, images of what his hands would feel like pressed up on other parts of my body flashed through my head.
“How did you...” I pulled my hand away as if I’d been bit. This was too much.
He chuckled and pointed to my chest, where my name tag was pinned.
I glanced at it briefly as if double-checking to make sure it was still there and all I could see was my breasts, straining and—oh my God—heaving, against the cheap fabric of my pink uniform dress. “Oh.”
“Just the coffee for me, Jessie.”
I nodded, feeling oddly dismissed. I picked up the coffee pot and backed away to the counter. It wasn’t until I was staring blindly once again at my textbook that I realized he’d called me Jessie. A name I hadn’t heard since I was a child.
2
Shane
I’d been looking for a cup of coffee.
Not a hard-on so hard I thought it might cause personal injury if I didn’t stop looking at the sweet young thing in the pale-pink dress that was stretched tight across her tits in all the right ways.
Damn.
I knew I was in trouble the moment I walked in and saw her, and her heavy breasts popping from the top of her uniform as she leaned over the counter.
The last fucking thing I needed was a sexy piece of ass distracting me.
Or maybe that was the very thing I did need.
It had been a long time since I’d indulged in a little distraction of that nature. And Lord knows I was well overdue.
As the CEO of MultiTech Software, I was used to the pressures that came with business, but with the details of the latest takeover weighing heavily over my head, the stress was reaching a boiling point. Which was exactly why I’d broken out my Harley.
The minute I ditched my suit jacket and Rolex and slid into my beat-up leathers, it was as though I could breathe again.
Nothing cleared my head like a long ride.
Except a good hard fuck.
My cock throbbed painfully, reminding me again of just how long it had been since I’d had that kind of release.
Why had it been so long?
Fuck.
I knew exactly why. The last woman whose company I’d enjoyed had been after a whole lot more than my cock and the last thing I needed was another fucking gold digger.
I lifted my mug and took a sip of the strong, bitter coffee before I poured another dose of sugar in. She might look pretty fucking good in her uniform, but her coffee making skills needed a little work.
I sipped slowly as I watched her.
She was young, probably barely twenty, and judging by the book in front of her, a student.
Exactly my type. There was nothing like a sweet young thing calling me Daddy while I fucked her from behind that released the pressure quite the same way.
Not. Even. Close.
“Can I get you anything else?” I’d been so busy imagining what it would be like to slide my thick cock inside her that I hadn’t noticed Jessie approach, coffee pot in hand. “A piece of pie, maybe? It’s delicious.”
“I’m sure it is.”
“Stan makes it himself.” She gestured behind her toward the kitchen, where the stereotypically bald, with a pot belly, cook stood over a grill. “It’s peach.”
“Just some more coffee.”
“It’s not too strong?” It was, but I didn’t say anything as she topped up my cup. “I make it really strong because I need to study. And work,” she added quickly. “But it can be kind of slow on the graveyard shift.”
“Lots of time to study, then?” I shifted in my seat in an effort to release the pressure in my pants that had only grown worse when she came closer. “What are you studying?”
“Organic chemistry.”
She was smart too. Damn. It was even more of a turn-on. Like I needed any more reasons.
She shook her head a little and put the pot down on the table. “First semester just started and it’s already kicking my ass. Honestly, the only thing that keeps me from falling behind is this job.”
“The job?” I lifted the cup to my mouth and instantly wished I hadn’t. The coffee really was terrible. “It doesn’t seem like you’d get a lot of experience with organic chemistry at the diner.”
“No.”
She laughed and I was grateful to be sitting down because there was no way I would’ve been able to hide how hard that sound made my dick. Fuck, she was sexy.
“But I have a chance to keep up on my reading here.” Jessie stretched her arms behind her back in a way that made her tits thrust forward. The buttons of her uniform strained, and I willed them to pop so those luscious tits would be right in my face. “It’s a trade-off, I guess,” she continued. “This job doesn’t pay nearly as well as the club, but at least I can get my work done and I don’t have to deal with—never mind.”
“Deal with what?” I prodded, pretty sure I already knew the answer.
“It’s just...well, the customers are different here. The club was full of entitled college boys with too much money and tiny—”
“Cocks?”
She laughed. “I was going to say brains, but cocks works, too.” Jessie shrugged and picked up her coffee pot. “I’d rather be temporarily broke than deal with that every night. And speaking of broke...I should go make a call. I have to see if I can find a mechanic who’ll work for free.”
She turned to head back to the counter, and as much as I loved looking at her ass, I stopped her. “Car acting up?”
“You could say that.” She half turned and looked at me over her shoulder. “But it would be more accurate to say it’s not acting at all. Stupid thing crapped out on me right as I was leaving for work. Again. Which means it’s going to be a late night walking home.”
“You’re going to walk? In the middle of the night?” Did she not realize how dangerous that was? Never mind how dangerous it was to tell a complete stranger that she’d be doing it? This little girl needed to be taught a thing or two. And damn, if I didn’t want to be the man who would teach her. “If you were my little girl, there’s no way I’d let you walk.”
Her face went bright red and her mouth fell open, but she didn’t say anything.
“You need to learn to be careful about what you say,” I continued sternly. “And who you say it to.” I lifted my eyebrows and tilted my head in dismissal.
Clearly stunned, she blinked and walked back to the counter.
I waited a few minutes and tried to talk myself out of what I was about to do. But when I looked at the clock over the door and saw that it was almost one in the morning, closing time, my decision was made for me. There was no way she was walking.
She brought me another refill of coffee along with the bill before scurrying off again without another word. But she
didn’t have to say anything. I could see the way she looked at me. The way her breath caught in her throat when she felt my gaze on her.
I left a twenty that would more than cover my coffee, wrote my message on the back of the receipt and went outside to wait.
3
Jessie
He was insane.
No.
I was insane.
Because I was actually considering his offer.
When I went to clear his table and saw first the twenty to cover a bill of only a dollar and ten cents, and then the note, I didn’t immediately crunch it up and throw it away.
Instead, I read it over once. And then again.
I’ll give you a ride on two conditions.
1) Hold on.
2) Call me Daddy.
What the fuck did that even mean? Call me Daddy? But I knew exactly what it meant and my panties were wet just thinking about it.
He had to be at least twenty years older than me. Not that it mattered—he was sexy as fuck. And the way he looked at me as if he wanted to rip my dress off and—no!
I couldn’t actually be considering it.
But I did need a ride home...
I tucked the note and the twenty into my apron, deciding at least for the moment to think about it when I was done with my duties. Maybe a little time, even a few minutes, would give me some clarity or make me see reason. After all, hadn’t he just told me how stupid I was to tell him I’d be walking? Wouldn’t it be even stupider to get on the back of a motorbike with him?