Biker's Baby Girl

by Jordan Silver

  It’s when she hit eighteen that shit went south on my ass. The little scrawny kid had blossomed into a fucking knockout on me practically overnight.

  The only thing that saved my sanity was the fact that she was still that sweet shy little girl that I’d acquired in that parking lot, or I would’ve fitted her ass with a chastity belt.

  She didn’t seem to have any idea about her new appeal, and I’d had a talk with Dee about teaching her certain things without divulging too much. Although I wanted her to embrace her new womanhood, I never wanted her to lose that innocence that was so fucking beguiling.

  I didn’t want her dumb enough to fall for some lame fucker’s bullshit lies either, and that’s why I’d asked Dee to have the talk with her, fuck I know about teenage girls and hormones and shit?

  I read some books but that shit didn’t make any damn sense. At least they didn’t seem to be describing any of the females I’d been acquainted with. I’d been fucking since the age of thirteen and it wasn’t just thirty year olds I was fucking.

  I didn’t want that shit for my little Jessie. I wanted her life to be ten times better than the fuckery I’d endured, and so I’d gone above and beyond to make sure she had every opportunity. Boys were out though. I let her know that shit in as many ways as I possibly could. Maybe that’s why she was still so skittish around males. I’d maybe sheltered her too much.

  In my mind she was still the same little urchin I’d met that night. I never had a wayward thought about her. I’m no fucking pervert, and would’ve maimed any motherfucker who’d looked at her cross-eyed. But then shit had changed up on me when I was least expecting it.

  I’d come to see her on my last deployment before I timed out and got the shock of my life. I’d been expecting my sweet little girl who’d grown some over time, but no big surprises. What I found was a fucking cover model with a body to rival any porn stars’.

  I’m ashamed to say that I’d been angry back then-angry at the thought that someone else was one day going to enjoy all that. Then I was pissed at myself for looking at her that way, for even thinking of her in the same way I’d thought of other women I’d bedded, that meant nothing more than the hour or so I usually spent on a fuck.

  It’s when I realized that what I was feeling was actually a little bit more than that that the fun really begun. I was in a fucking quandary and that’s a fact.

  There was no doubt that I wanted her, but how could I do that shit? I’d spent all our time together trying to get her not to feel obligated to me in any way. How could I now take her?

  Would she give herself to me out of some misguided sense of loyalty? I didn’t want that shit. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her that whole fucking weekend.

  I found myself wanting to fight every male that came within ten feet of her, and was actively glaring fuckers away. She on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice the men flocking to her like moths to a flame. She was still the same shy, sweet Jessie, only now she had the body of a fucking siren.

  When we talked, I wondered if she realized that I wouldn’t even look at her? I daren’t risk it. No joke, everything about her made me hard that weekend and even as I sat having dinner with her in the only diner the piece a shit town had, I was mourning the loss of her innocence, and whatever ease we once had, because I was sure we were never going back there again.

  It got so I had to physically restrain myself from touching her. When she spoke I found myself following the movement of her lips with my eyes with my breath held. It was pathetic.

  I’d come way too fucking close that weekend to crossing the line. After the childhood I’d had, I’d taught myself not to deny myself anything.

  I fought hard and fucked harder and made no bones about it. I’d stopped believing the world owed me something, but that weekend I was starting to look at her as my prize. My gift for doing something good for once in my fucked up life, and that was no good.

  My dick stayed hard and my thoughts never stopped wandering to the nearest bed. It was a minor miracle that she made it intact that weekend. I spent the time taking her in, studying her, listening to her. I was preparing myself for not seeing her again. It was the only way.

  After that I stayed away more and more even when I got out. I was too chicken shit to even Skype anymore and I knew I hurt her with that shit, but it’s what was best for her, or so I told myself at the time.

  I just sent money for whatever she needed, got a progress report once or twice a month and stayed the fuck gone. It almost killed me to leave her, and in the beginning when she’d beg me to come it would tear a hole in my gut.

  I couldn’t tell her why I was staying away after all, but I think somewhere along the way she started blaming herself for my absence. That’s when she stopped asking.

  But then the inevitable happened and I ended up seeing her again not long after that; that was the last time before I really cut and ran.

  That was more than two years ago. That’s also when I’d seen that look in her eye that had scared the living fuck outta me.

  It was one thing for me to find myself wanting her, but something else entirely to see lust looking back at me from her beautiful eyes. I’d run that day and kept running until this.

  Chapter 5

  Creed

  Now she stood staring back at me from across the room with the piece of crap towel clutched against her chest. “Go get dressed babygirl.” Yeah, and do that shit quick before I lose my shit and fuck you way too fucking hard and a couple days too soon.

  The shot I got of her ass as she turned to walk away didn’t help matters any. How the fuck did she fit all that goodness on that five foot fucking frame? I had to shake my head to dispel the vision that came into it.

  I’m six five, when I put her under me she’s going to be covered from head to toe, and the thought of that shit made my dick stand like an iron pike in my jeans, making that fuck an uncomfortable fit.

  I kept my fucking head straight and my eyes crossed when she came back out the bathroom wearing some shorts and tank combo that was designed expressly to get her little ass nailed. And you’ve got fucking on the brain Creed you fuck. What makes you any better than the hump you’re supposed to be saving her from?

  I headed for a long cold shower after securing the door with my own shit. I don’t trust fuck after the shit I’d seen out there in the world so I always go above and beyond, especially when it comes to her.

  I doused my head first to calm the fuck down and let my mind wander. I knew in a few days both our lives were gonna change forever, there’s no way I was letting another motherfucker taste that, fuck no. Even if I’d suffered an attack of conscience on occasion in the past, the split second sight I’d witnessed put paid to that shit.

  I soaped up my dick and gave it a few cursory strokes with a tight fist, but my heart wasn’t into that shit. The next time I offload it was going to be deep inside her, way inside her. Where it would do the most good. My dick and heart thumped in sync with each other at that last incendiary thought.

  “Fuck.” I knew just where my mind was headed. For a long time now my mind has been obsessed with breeding little Jessie. Don’t ask me where the fuck it came from. Just one day out of the blue it was all I could think about and now it hits me at least once a day, the vision of her suckling my son.

  It could be the size of her rack or some fuck that triggered me, but I knew it was a done fucking deal. First chance I get I’m planting one in her.

  Fuck Creed this is not the kind of shit you want to be thinking about in a situation like this. She’s in there sitting on that bed with those next to nothing pieces of cloth on and your dick is already heading out the gate. Think of some fuck else because now is not the time my man.

  That little pep talk helped to calm my breathing a little but that was it. My dick stayed hard and my mind stayed on the pussy.

  I doused my head again and gritted my teeth against the rising need in my balls. No way was I going to disrespect he
r by rubbing one out in her honor while she was in the next room all innocent and shit. ‘Yeah? But if you don’t do something soon you’re liable to fuck a hole in the poor girl in a few days.’ Would you shut the fuck up?

  ‘Just saying.’

  It wasn’t easy but eventually I got myself under control enough to stop thinking about what was between her legs. The fact that she was more to me than a quick lay may have had something to do with that. Whatever it was, I was able to pull myself back, rein myself in and think of something else.

  ***

  When I’d timed out of the army a couple years ago I already knew what it was that I wanted to do with my life. I’d used Uncle Sam to farther my education of course, and the only expenditures I’d had while serving was her upkeep. Everything else I’d socked away for the day I got out.

  I had a nice nest egg at the end of my journey with the army, which I took and invested in my own bike shop. With all the discounts and other incentives given to veterans I came out on top and hadn’t had to dip too heavily into my savings.

  I didn’t even have to touch the little fund I’d started for her way back when. Her college fund was gonna go to something else, I don’t know what yet, since she’d received a full scholarship. My baby is a smart fuck.

  My thing was always to have something to leave for her if something should happen to me. I hadn’t given much thought to her future other than school and a career. The idea of a husband and kids never really entered my mind. I just had it down on paper and in my head that she was always gonna be mine, and therefore I was always going to be responsible for her.

  Two and a half years ago when I saw that look of longing in her eighteen year old eyes I’d ran back to my hometown. Days later when I couldn’t get it out of my mind, I’d given it some thought and decided that I wasn’t going to do anything to influence her, but I was going to watch from afar.

  I’d been harboring a serious hard on for her since then, but I have more control than to take advantage of the young girl who’d been dependent on me her whole life.

  Instead I made a deal with myself. If she was still single at twenty-one I was gonna take her no matter the fuck what. Now I know that that’s a lie. I would’ve moved anyone out of the way to get to her. Thank fuck it hadn’t come to that.

  In all these years she’d never even hinted at a boy, and she’d never really outgrown that sweet shy thing she had going on that made me want to wrap her up in cotton balls and keep her safe.

  I’d kept my ears to the ground and selfishly hoped that she never fell for any of the little fuckers who were always sniffing around her. It had taken everything in me not to beat the fuck outta the kid who’d asked her to prom, but she’d turned him down, she wanted to go with me.

  I maybe should’ve talked her out of it, but what the fuck, I’ve never been one for guile. In the end I’d taken her to prom, which made her the envy of all her little girlfriends if I do say so myself.

  And when the same kid had given her shit later about it and someone had given me a heads-up, I’d dropped in on him for a nice little chat. That little fuck never had much to say to her after that.

  After the prom I’d gone back to keeping my distance, even though I must’ve studied the million and one pictures I’d insisted we take that night, a hundred times or more.

  By then I was a selfish bastard who wanted all her firsts to be mine. As much as I stayed away, I lived for the days she’d call me, so that just the sound of her voice could soothe the beast.

  We still had a standing appointment to talk on the phone every Sunday night no matter where I was, and I travelled a lot, and was always up to some fuckery. It kept me from going crazy for want of her.

  But no matter what was going on in my life, I always made time for her, she always knew that she came first; at least I hope she did. It was because of her that I’d taken up the cause I had, freeing young girls from fucked up situations.

  My boys and I basically travelled the country wherever there was a need and put douches in their fucking place.

  We like to put a beat down on any asshole who thinks it’s cool to abuse or in any way fuck with the female of the species. In two years we’d built such a rep for ourselves that we now had a backlog.

  I’d found someone trust worthy to run the shop, which was the crew’s main source of income, along with the few apartment buildings I’d bought for cheap and cleaned up.

  I had more money now than I’d ever dreamed of, but realized early on that the shit was only good for but so much. It couldn’t erase the ugly that was some people, and it couldn’t remove the pain. It did have its purposes though, and I was waiting not too patiently to shower her with all the shit it could buy.

  Everything I did was with her in mind. I never wanted her to be that helpless little girl again, and me being me back then there was no guarantee that I’d always be around to protect her. Lately though I’ve been thinking really hard about a long life. A life with her and my kids!

  It was the first fucking dream I’d ever allowed myself, the only one I haven’t tried to kill at its inception. As the day of her twenty-first birthday drew near it was all I could do to stay the fucking course. I’d been lining shit up in my head almost everyday, when I wasn’t killing myself to stay busy until the time came.

  It figures that as soon as the time drew near my patience was at an end. But I made myself hold on for her, and because of the secret promise I’d made myself. I told myself she was worth waiting for, and that if I could hang in there until D-day, well then I would’ve proven just that to myself, and in the bargain, proven that she meant more to me than the rest.

  Then word had come through late last night from my boy Law that the aunt’s piece a shit racist fuck boyfriend had been going into her room at night. Word was that he hadn’t struck as yet, but I wasn’t gonna give the fucker the chance. I’d been on the road not long after I’d heard that fuckery, not even taking time to safeguard my own shit; she comes first always.

  I don’t even want to remember the way I felt when I heard that shit. If the asshole had been standing in front of me then he would’ve been dust. The idea that he’d even looked at her beauty was his death sentence. No one else was supposed to lay eyes on that but me, the fuck.

  I couldn’t just go around offing motherfuckers though, I had too much to live for and a hell of a lot to look forward to. But there were still plenty of ways to deal with his ilk, and I knew them all. I just needed to get her to safety, though it was hard as fuck not retaliating right here and now.

  I’d been so focused on what laid ahead for her and I that my head had even cooled a little where he was concerned. I didn’t expect that shit to last too long though, just thinking about what the fuck he had in mind when he was standing over her was enough to make me say fuck it and just do the fuck.

  I flicked off the water and hoped like fuck that she was asleep by the time I made it back out there. My cock was tenting the towel and I hadn’t had the presence of mind to bring shorts with me, since I usually slept in the raw, so there was no way to hide it.

  She was gonna have to get used to me like this soon anyway, so I just tightened the shit around my hips just in case she was still up. Hopefully he doesn’t pull one of his moves and slip through the cracks. My boy’s a pussy hound and he’s been hounding this particular gash for way too fucking long.

  Of course she was wide-awake with the TV on, sitting in the middle of the bed Indian fashion with her hair in pigtails. Her innocence almost made me weep as I just stood there looking down at her, while the glow from the screen highlighted her cheekbones; willing myself not to look any lower.

  My dick was already leaking like a fucking faucet, not that he had been acting any different since I’d entered the house earlier and got my first look at her in almost three years. I was giving some serious thought to sleeping under the stars tonight to preserve her virginity. I had about an ounce of self-control left and that’s being generous.

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nbsp; She felt my stare and turned those slanted orbs my way, and not for the first time I wondered what kind of beauty her mother had to be, because the old man hadn’t been much to look at.

  In fact, after I’d had her for three or four years I’d done an extensive search to make sure that she really was his, and it turns out she was. But I still didn’t know anything about the mom, and all the aunt would say was that she was a bitch.

  Law had helped me out there too by finding out that the dad had been part of a crew a few towns over. From there I’d learned that her mom had been one of the sheep, one of those women who follow crews around and are shared among the men who were interested. He’d knocked her up at an early age, before she had run off and left the kid behind.

  I never told her anything about her mom and had forbid Dee to tell her anything negative about the missing woman, but I was sure now that she’d probably been doing just that behind my back, the hag.

  It was late but neither of us seemed ready to sleep, and since fucking wasn’t on the menu tonight I decided to go with the next best thing.

  “You hungry babygirl?” She smiled and nodded and I picked up the menu on the little side table that said twenty- four-hour room service. “What do you want?” She shrugged her shoulders and picked at the sheet under her.

  I never made much of her shy behavior before, but something about it bothered me now. After all the horror stories I’d heard in the last couple years I was always suspicious of shit, what if this wasn’t the first time someone had fucked with her? What if…my gut dropped at the mere thought but what if?

  Maybe what I’d always taken as shy reserve had been something else. If anyone had hurt her, they were in for a world of fuckery. Before the week was out I was gonna get to the bottom of all the shit she’d endured while I’d been off saving the world, and heads were gonna roll. But fuck it; if someone had out hands on her I was sure to end up in the pen.