Biker Daddy

by Kara Kelley

  It was just a spanking, a few hot-as-hell kisses, and some cuddles, she scolded herself. Grow up!

  But being grown up was exactly what she was avoiding with Drew. She’d been grown up since she was a teenager and it was over-fucking-rated!

  She rose then, tugging the shirt lower on her legs, and stepped out onto the porch wishing the little cabin had a coffeemaker. One of those pod-using things would be really nice. She could sit on this porch and watch the day begin, sipping delightful rich coffee and remembering every vivid detail of the night before.

  She touched her lips, running the pads of her fingers over them. Was what she’d done with Drew wrong? Was it simply her way of avoiding grief? Did it feel wrong? Maybe a little dirty, a little naughty, but wrong? How could it be when she felt so light and free? When she felt so cared for?

  Mist rose off the lake in the distance, and the damp earthy smell enveloped her senses. She closed her eyes, breathing deep, and when she opened them, she saw a man in the misty distance. For a second she thought it was Uncle Ray.

  Just Drew. Her heart fluttered and her belly coiled tight.

  If it was just Drew, why did her body react like a teen girl crushing on the quarterback?

  She went back into the cabin to dress, attempting to ignore the arousal that she’d woken up with.

  Addi washed, smiling again at the adorable little bathroom, and pulled on a casual sundress. She had nothing suitable for a rustic campground, so it would have to do. For a moment, she wondered if Drew would say anything about it, but she shook off the thought. She shouldn’t care. It was just a game between them—a kinky sexual daddy/baby girl game. And he would be out of her life soon. She needed to remind herself of both of those facts regularly.

  He was no longer at the beach, so she stepped off her porch and headed there. It was too picturesque to ignore the pull of it.

  The lake was hauntingly beautiful as she wandered to the sand and rock shore, thinking again of how her uncle had never missed a sunrise. She pulled her cell out of her pocket and lined up a shot. She’d take this picture to remember him. A lump formed in her throat. Somehow, here in his place, she felt it was wrong for the sun to rise without him.

  After the sun was fully up, Addi listened to three more messages from her dad and took a selfie with the lake in the background to send to Daniel and Steven. She didn’t have any words, so the picture would have to be enough. The thought of telling her best friends what a muddled mess her head was in—over a guy and her past when she was supposed to be grieving and burying her uncle—was horrifying. They’d think she was crazy and heartless.

  Addi didn’t hear Drew come up behind her, but felt a prickle up her spine just as he spoke.

  “Morning, babe.” Their bodies practically touched and electricity seemed to crackle between them. With a shudder that swelled like a wave about to break, she released a breath.

  “Morning.”

  “How’d you sleep?” His voice was gentle and quiet as if he didn’t want to disturb the nature around them or perhaps he didn’t want to scare her.

  Avoiding looking at him, she watched a family of loons glide by the marshy edge. “Okay, you?” She hadn’t slept okay at all. She’d slumbered long, dreamless, and peaceful. She caught his self-satisfied smile in her peripheral view.

  He leaned down to the shell of her ear. “You slept better than okay, little girl. What’d I tell you about lying to Daddy?” His words tickled more than just her ear and she shivered.

  She glared and harrumphed, crossing her arms. Drew’s hand found her hip and squeezed—a light-hearted warning that made her breath catch.

  “What’s that, babe?”

  “Fine! I had the best sleep of my life.” She stuck out her lip in a pout, playing his game. He chuckled as he turned to face her, looking her in the eye as he plucked at her bottom lip with his thumb. His other hand found her ass and rubbed. The material of her sundress was thin and her body heated instantly. Her pussy tingled with need and her heart kicked up its pace. With heavy eyes, she waited for him to kiss her, but he turned to look out at the water again.

  “A good, well-deserved spanking will do that. How’s your bottom?” He chuckled when her mouth fell open. She slapped it shut, annoyed by his amusement.

  “It remembers.”

  “Good, it better.” He turned to wink at her, and she shook her head.

  The crinkles around his eyes made her belly flutter. He looked so carefree with his playful expression and casual workout wear.

  He raised his arms in a stretch and she found herself following the path of hair on his rippled stomach. “This place has always brought me peace, but I’ve never been much of a sleeper and last night not at all. I got carried away painting one of the cabins and then went for a run.”

  She swallowed, looking back at his face as he lowered his arms. He was sweaty and it wasn’t a turn-off at all. She nodded in understanding while chewing her lip; naughty thoughts were forming in her head and none of them involved him rolling paint onto walls.

  Stop it!

  He smirked. “I run. A lot. Keeps the demons away for a while.”

  She reached out and touched one of the tattoos on his slick arm—something with horns and sharp teeth showing through a cruel smile. “Seems to me, you’ll never escape them when they’re under your skin.”

  He nodded. “Nor should I. I earned every one.” He rolled his neck and shoulders, glancing sadly at her. “I dropped off your breakfast, but you weren’t there. It’s a bun with bacon, egg, and cheese. You never did get around to eating the burger I brought last night.”

  “I’ll get some groceries today,” she answered.

  “I don’t mind making you meals.” His brows rose. “Besides, I don’t trust that you’ll eat.”

  “Thanks,” she answered sarcastically, and looked down at herself. “But I’m pretty sure I didn’t get this way by not eating.” His mouth firmed but before he could start lecturing her, she added, “I’m going to the office. See if I can find contact info for some of the campers.”

  She heard him call her name, but she broke into a jog to escape.

  * * *

  The office was big and rustic with a huge real wood desk full of grooves and chips from years of use. The seventies-style wood-paneled walls were covered with lots of shelves, filing cabinets, framed photos and letters, but most of all, dust. A square, yellowed-with-age fan sat in one corner with pliers clamping the broken control dial, and she smiled. Right then, she knew Uncle Ray didn’t let Drew in here. First, because of the fan, and second because it was obvious no one had set foot in here, besides her, in a long time. Her footprints in the dust were proof.

  Addi’s uncle was somewhat of a hoarder when it came to paperwork. She clicked the desk lamp on and dust scattered into the air around her. She coughed and attempted to swat it away. Hadn’t anyone been staying here this summer? Was that why her uncle was broke? She frowned, thinking of his paintings and what Drew had said about him giving the money away.

  Piles of papers in boxes sat on the floor but the desk was clear except for a calendar, a dish of toffees, and a coffee cup that said, ‘I’d rather be fishing.’

  Plunking herself in her uncle’s chair, she gasped at the tenderness of her bottom. Gritting her teeth and ignoring the thrill it gave her to feel his touch even when he was nowhere in sight, she searched. She was sure the information she wanted was here to be found, but where?

  She looked around, feeling a little overwhelmed. She could easily picture her uncle lecturing a group of boys that had been brought in by a camp leader for mischief. She swiveled in the chair a moment. He’d lectured her a few times over the years and although it had stung, it always did her good. Everyone needed a dressing down now and then, and her uncle had done it with both love and strictness.

  After searching many drawers and boxes, and several dozen dust-induced sneezes, Addi found what she was looking for: A list of former campers and their addresses in a binder
. There were years on the tabs, making it easy to find the summer she was there. Curiosity got the better of her and she looked through the names. Some names had more information listed below them than others. Some were behavioral issues, but most said the kid spent too much time in front of the TV, computer, or gaming system and a few stated the child was being bullied.

  Addi leaned back, letting the pages and pages of names from a lifetime of years fan dusty air across her face. She coughed. How would she call all the names? She suddenly wondered if there was a book for the camp leaders as well. She rose to look for another binder.

  “Aha!” she shouted, yanking a dusty white binder from a box. “I knew I’d find it!” She didn’t bother to go back to the desk but sat cross-legged where she was in front of the box and flipped through the binder. Her finger followed a list and she stopped a quarter of the way through.

  Andrew Trigger. Preferred name, Drew. Before she could read any further, a throat was cleared.

  She looked up. Drew was leaning against the door frame.

  “Hi.” He straightened. “Came to see if you wanted help.”

  “Well, now I have two binders full of names to call.” She tossed the binder she held on top of the other with a frustrated sigh. “I’ll never get through them.”

  “I think you’ll find a lot of those boys came from the same areas. I’m sure we could just put the obit in their local newspapers with an invitation for former campers and staff to attend. If they don’t see it, maybe their parents will. Maybe some of them still stay in contact with each other and the word will get out.”

  Addi looked at him curiously. “Smart.” She rose and plopped into the desk chair, laying her chin in her palm. “Bikers, especially handsome ones, shouldn’t be so smart,” she teased.

  He barked a laugh. “That so?”

  She nodded awkwardly, chin still in palm. “Yep, I’m sure that’s a rule.”

  “How about daddies? Aren’t they supposed to be smart?”

  Her face heated and she bit her lower lip. God, she loved when he referred to himself as Daddy.

  He shook his head and walked to her. “Let me look through the binders. I’ll pick the newspapers that should get the obit, and I’ll use my laptop to set it up with them. You look like you could use a break.” His eyes narrowed and he reached toward her to tilt her chin up. “Besides, I dropped off some lunch in your cabin and found your breakfast still there.” His brows rose and her bottom tingled. “No dinner last night, or breakfast this morning.” He cleared his throat. “Not eating your breakfast is naughty, baby girl. Does Daddy need to remind you what happens to naughty girls?”

  She swallowed hard. “Uh, yeah.” The corner of her mouth hitched up. “I mean, yes. Please.” Her brows wiggled.

  He shook his head but smirked. “You’re not supposed to want a reminder, Addianna.”

  “Well, maybe I need your hands on me.” She sounded confident but felt unsure.

  “Here.” He pulled her phone out of his pocket. “It fell out of your pocket when you ran. It’s been buzzing like an addict.” He handed her the phone. “Call your people.”

  She looked at her notifications and jumped up so suddenly the chair tipped onto two legs before falling back into place. “There’s a Facebook group for the camp!”

  “There is? Huh.” He winked. “Now who’s the smart one?”

  She shot him a toothy grin. “No one has ever thought an author was dumb. Now a biker…” She let her words trail off with a snicker, knowing her statement was bullshit.

  He grabbed her and pulled her close. “Oh, really?” He fisted the hair at the back of her neck and pulled her head back slightly.

  Man, she loved when he did that, too.

  “And isn’t it a bit dumb to provoke your daddy?”

  Her knees weakened and the small smile on his face turned feral.

  “Maybe.”

  He kissed her before she could speak further. Releasing her, he cupped her face gently. “Now, show me this site, babe.”

  “I made the Facebook group a few years ago when Uncle Ray came to visit me.” She pulled it up on her phone and handed it to him. He browsed through the pictures, looking tense.

  “Drew, what do you think if the funeral was just for close friends and family and I organize a memorial weekend here at the camp for the old campers and their families? Like in a month or so?” She had thought of it only seconds ago, but it felt settled and right, like she’d planned to do it all along.

  “I love that idea, and I think Ray would, too.” He set the phone down, tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and leaned forward to kiss her nose.

  “Oh, what size suit do you wear?”

  He cocked his head. “I have a suit.”

  “You do?” She scratched her forehead. “I’m sorry that was probably rude. I just assumed…”

  “Assumed that I was a greasy biker who would rather die than wear a tie?” He smirked, so she did too, although her cheeks burned fiercely. “Here’s an even bigger surprise: Ray has one too. And we both looked damned handsome in them.”

  She eyed him, her belly flipping at the thought of him in a suit.

  “I don’t doubt that one bit—the handsome part anyway—but why?”

  He shrugged. “Occasionally your uncle would drag me to crash one of those fancy gallery parties, but we went incognito. No one knew the actual artist by face, so we were in the clear to blend in. He loved hearing what people said.” Drew rubbed a hand over his beard.

  “Why’d he donate it all, Drew? Why not keep some for himself? Retire somewhere nice. Have someone take care of him for a change.” Her eyes stung. “He took care of so many others his whole life, Drew, he deserved better.”

  “You know Ray, baby girl. He wasn’t a complicated guy. He loved hard, and gave everything he had to his passions. Wayward, lost, or misguided boys, and I guess families that lost loved ones because of violence. He was a great man, Addi.” He took her hands, rubbing the tops of them with his clean but grease-stained thumbs. “Now no more lollygagging, little lady. Go have lunch and then have a long hot bath. I’ll come get you later. Daddy’s orders.”

  She bit her lip again and her thighs clenched to ease the throbbing his words caused. “Yeah, okay,” she murmured. “I am a little hungry.”

  “We’ll pick one of Ray’s suits together, drop it off at the funeral home, and have a drink around the fire tonight.” He smiled. “Roast some marshmallows? Make s’mores?”

  “Drink? I could probably use one of those.”

  He chuckled. “I’m just giving you one. You get into enough trouble sober.” He winked. “I have a feeling you can’t hold your liquor.”

  “I can too.” Once again, she pouted. “What I can’t hold is my s’mores.” His brows rose in a stern way and she lowered her eyes.

  “Fine. One.”

  “Good girl.” He pulled her in for a quick hug and swatted her bottom. “You’re lucky you didn’t argue more.”

  “That so?” she said, mocking his words from earlier.

  “I’d stay on my good side. Daddy spanks hard so his lessons are learned the first time.”

  She poked his chest, her eyes fluttering up innocently. “Like when you spanked me for poking you?”

  “Hm, a lesson that needs repeating, I see.”

  “Seems fairer if you just poked me back, don’t you think? A long, hard poking would teach me, Daddy.” The last of her sentence was said with a low, seductive voice that made his eyes pin hers and flare with arousal.

  He shook his head at her and jabbed a thumb at the door. “Git, before I spank you and poke you right here over this dusty desk.”

  “Can we clean it first?”

  He stepped swiftly toward her, so she took off, giggles pealing from her.

  “You’re not taking me seriously enough, baby girl!” he hollered at her back as she ran and he followed.

  Chapter Nine

  Addi

  Addi ran until she couldn’t
hear him chasing her anymore. She slowed to a walk and caught her breath. The smile still on her mouth hurt her cheeks since it wasn’t something she did often. She pulled out her cell and dialed her friends as they’d been texting her like crazy when Drew had her phone. Daniel answered on the third ring.

  “Hey, honey, how’re you?”

  “I’m okay. Working on a private funeral and setting up a memorial weekend for Uncle Ray’s old camp boys and leaders.” Addi walked along the edge of the deepest line of cabins in the forest. It was as far as she wanted to get into the woods.

  “I think that’s a great idea.”

  “He changed a lot of lives here and I think they’d want to come, but everyone won’t be able to drop everything and come to the funeral last minute. What are you doing in Steven’s office? I did call his office, didn’t I?”

  “Your Uncle Ray was a great man. Again, I’m so sorry, Addi.” He sighed forcefully a moment and she heard the shuffling of papers. “Yes, you called his office. Are you aware your other best friend is a big slob?”

  She laughed, happy he’d changed the subject to one she could gladly join in on. “Of course I am. I share that office sometimes and I’d have to be blind not to notice. What did he lose now?” She sat at a picnic table outside one of the cabins. It was the one where the campers always carved their initials.

  “Nothing important, just the bloody copyedited version of this month’s cover story, Skydiving Adventure at Eighty. Due at the printers in…” He hummed. “An hour.” Daniel growled and then she heard silence, except for the squeak of Steven’s chair. He was supposed to oil it weeks ago. “How are you really holding up, Ads? Are you eating? Sleeping?”

  Addi bit her lip and smoothed her hand over some initials in the table.

  “I hate being here without him,” she answered, but as soon as she said it she thought of Drew and how much easier he was making things for her. What would it be like if he wasn’t there? She leaned over the table to look at the other bench seat. Drew’s and her initials were on the seat. She smiled. They were the only ones with a heart around them. He may have broken her heart in the end but the rest of the time was pretty spectacular.