“Yes, you will. Now go grab them, baby girl.”
She loved the way he called her that. It made her feel special. She picked up a pink scarf and matching gloves then locked up and placed the keys in the zip-up pocket of her jacket. He gently patted her bottom.
“Good girl.”
For someone who said they’d never been a Daddy before, he sure did come by it naturally. She walked with him down the driveway to where he’d parked his bike.
It was gorgeous. It shone in the sunlight, chrome and black.
“What sort of bike is it?”
“This is a Harley-Davidson VRSC.”
Right.
“Does it have a name?” She bounced on her toes excitedly.
He gave her an incredulous look. “Hell, no. Here, I have a helmet for you to wear.”
Hmm, she thought she might call it Princess Moonbeam. Yeah, that sounded like a great name. She wouldn’t tell Duke that, though.
“You’ll sit on the back here.” He patted the seat. “Your feet go here.” He showed her the two small lips on either side that her feet could rest on. “When you’re on, hold me nice and tight around the waist and just lean with me, all right?”
“All right. There’s nothing else I need to do?”
He grinned. “Just hold on and enjoy the ride, babe.”
She rolled her eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls.” She could feel herself blushing as he laughed. She couldn’t quite believe she’d said that.
“Only the special ones.” He winked at her.
He placed the helmet over her head and did it up.
“All right?”
She nodded. It was a little weird. Heavy, bulky and it dulled her hearing. But better safe than sorry. He took the scarf from her hands, putting it around her neck and tying it then tucking it under her jacket. Then he helped her with her gloves.
She couldn’t remember the last time someone had helped dress her. When she was a baby, she guessed.
He didn’t use a helmet. She frowned at that. As he climbed on the bike, he took off the kickstand. She got on behind him and made sure her feet were in the right place. Then she wrapped her arms tentatively around his waist. Damn, he was so wide she could barely manage.
He grasped hold of her wrists and gave her a tug so she was firmly plastered against his back, her arms tight around him.
Oh wow.
Then the bike started up, the vibration pleasant underneath her.
She was starting to really see the appeal of this.
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She climbed off the bike, her legs almost giving way beneath her.
“Easy, little rebel.” A firm hand wrapped around her arm, steadying her. She didn’t care. She looked up at Duke, aware of the huge smile on her face.
A smile he couldn’t see because of her helmet. He pulled off her gloves and helmet. She didn’t care that her hair was probably a mess and that she no doubt looked like a crazy person; her grin didn’t fade.
“That. Was. Awesome!”
He laughed. “Liked that, did you?”
“Liked it? I loved it! It was so peaceful. I felt so free.” She ran her hand along his bike. “Maybe I should get one of my own.”
He took hold of her hand, squeezing lightly.
“I can see I’ve created a monster. Not sure I want you on your own bike, though.”
She pouted. “Why not?”
He drew her close, his arm around her waist. He held her helmet in his other hand. “Because I like you tucked up behind me, your arms around me, your little pussy snug against my ass.”
Her breath caught. She looked around the parking lot of the diner they’d pulled into but nobody was nearby. She licked her lips. If he could talk naughty, then so could she.
“I liked that too.”
She had no idea how to talk dirty. She wasn’t even sure what he said was considered dirty or whether she was just so inexperienced it seemed that way to her. He cupped her cheek with his hand. “Oh, I can tell you liked it, babe.” Leaning in, he kissed her. He tasted delicious. Almost smoky even though she knew he didn’t smoke. Which had surprised her. Seemed she had a few stereotypes about bikers that had needed revising.
He drew back.
“Do you have a gun?” she blurted out.
He raised an eyebrow. “Uh, that’s kind of out of left-field.”
“Sorry.” She blushed. “I was just thinking I had a few misconceptions about bikers and I was wondering if you had one.”
“I do. But I keep it at home for protection.” He straightened. “Come on, let’s go have some lunch. This place has the best burgers. Then we better get home and get ready for work. I hear your boss is a real hard ass.”
“Hm, I’d agree with that,” she teased, glancing down at his ass.
He chuckled and she blushed. He let go of her to hold open the door to the diner for her. Something Greg would never have done, despite his lectures to her on the proper way to act.
What a douche.
She nearly blushed again as she thought that. Duke was becoming a bad influence. But in a very delicious way.
She followed him into a booth. This place was similar to the last one they went to.
“Have you eaten at all the diners in the local area?” she teased.
“I can’t believe you haven’t,” he deadpanned back.
She snorted. “Greg wouldn’t have been caught dead in a place like this. Only fine-dining, five-star restaurants for him.”
“And is that what you enjoy too?”
“What? You mean restaurants where I had to put on spanx just to fit into the ridiculous outfit he would pick for me, which meant I could hardly breathe, let alone eat and then I got to spend the night watching him eat hundred dollar appetizers made of foam, while I could barely afford the breadsticks? And he would point out all the women in the room and how successful and poised they were? Yeah, no thanks.”
She’d been trying for light-hearted which was obviously a fail when he frowned. “He did what? He checked out other women? He made you pay for your meal? When you were married?”
She shrugged. “Greg liked everything to be even financially. But he made a lot more than me and he could be really petty about it. I don’t miss any of it, to be honest. Sounds silly, but it wasn’t until he was gone that I realized how utterly miserable he made me.”
“Asshole.”
She nodded, smiling as the waitress dropped off some menus and told them the specials.
“I can vouch for the double beef burger,” he told her.
She raised her eyebrows. “You do know we just ate breakfast?”
“That was hours ago. And it was just donuts. That’s really just a snack.” He grinned at her.
“How do you stay so fit?” she asked with a tinge of jealousy. He was sitting across from her this time, which she’d kind of been disappointed by, until he started rubbing his foot up and down her leg.
She’d never played footsies with someone before. It was surprisingly stimulating.
“You think I’m fit, huh?”
God, why did she have to blush so much? She glanced down at the table.
He reached over and tilted her face up. “I’m very. . .active.”
Her blush deepened even as she grinned at him. He grinned back and tapped her nose. The waitress came over to take their orders. The double burger for him and grilled cheese for her. She wasn’t really hungry.
He slipped out of the booth and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “Going to the bathroom. Stay here.”
She just shook her head at his bossiness. She was staring outside when she felt someone come up to their table. She glanced over to see a man standing close, and staring at her strangely. He had long, greasy hair and a nose ring. A scar ran through his right eyebrow.
“Um, can I help you?”
“You’re here with him? Duke?”
She frowned. She hadn’t seen him earlier when they’d come in. He nodded over to the he
lmet. “Saw his hog outside.”
“Oh, right. Do you know him? He should be back any minute.” She hoped. This guy was a little creepy.
“No. I don’t want to talk to him. You his old woman?”
“What? Uh, no.” Old woman? Didn’t that mean wife or girlfriend?
He narrowed his gaze at her then grunted. “I don’t like liars.” Then he turned around and left.
Well, that was strange.
When Duke returned, he paused at the counter and asked their waitress for something. With a smile, she handed over a piece of paper and some crayons. He strolled back to Sunny, placing the paper and crayons in front of her, this time sitting in her side of the booth.
“What’s this?” she asked, staring down at the child’s menu. He turned it over, on the other side was a picture of a gorilla holding a banana to color.
“Thought you might want to do something while we wait, baby girl.”
She looked up at him in embarrassment. “Won’t people think I’m weird?”
“What do we care what people think?”
She froze for a moment. When had she not cared what people thought? All through school, she’d never brought anyone home for a playdate because she didn’t want them meeting her parents. Then she’d tried to live up to Greg’s expectations. Seemed like she’d always cared.
But she didn’t have to now.
She reached for the menu eagerly and Duke let out a quiet chuckle as she started to carefully color between the lines. She was concentrating so hard; she didn’t even realize the food had arrived.
“Food, baby girl.”
“In a moment.” She stuck her tongue out as she carefully colored the gorilla’s belly.
A fry was waved in front of her face then pressed to her lips. She opened her mouth automatically, letting out a small moan of appreciation at the greasy, salty taste.
Duke leaned in to speak quietly in her ear. “That’s a really cute picture. You’re very good at sticking to coloring in the lines.”
She preened at that. She was, wasn’t she?
“But I want you to eat your lunch now, please.” The ‘please’ was said very firmly and she knew he was serious. Especially when he pulled the picture away and replaced it with her plate of food.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You barely ate breakfast. I want to see half of that gone. You can finish this off later.”
She sighed but reached for half of the grilled cheese. Yum. When was the last time she’d eaten this?
“So how come your parents never taught you to ride, baby girl?”
She shrugged. “Too busy getting high and partying, I guess. And then spending the next day coming down from that high. We spent the first five years of my life in a commune. Those were actually the best years because even if my parents were shit at least there were other people around to feed and clothe me and who actually cared.”
She stopped to take a sip of her root beer float. She didn’t know what had possessed her to order it. She hadn’t had one in years, but damn, it tasted good.
“What happened after they left the commune?”
“I think we got kicked out. My parents didn’t exactly contribute anything. We travelled around a lot. My dad got odd jobs but never stuck at anything long. When I was thirteen, I got a fake ID so I could get a job. At least then we got to stay in one place because I made sure the rent was paid.”
What the fuck? At thirteen she was paying the goddamn rent? Her fucking parents ought to be shot. He was getting more of an idea about her now. Her parents had neglected her and she’d had to take on a lot of responsibility at a young age.
Maybe that was part of the reason she was drawn to age play. As a way to have a childhood she’d never had. A way to be free from all the worries that had been weighing her down from a young age. He stared at the picture she was coloring. It was perfect. She didn’t cross over the lines once and everything was the right color. The trees were green, the sky blue.
He’d have felt better if she’d made a mess. Colored the sky purple and the clouds orange with black polka dots.
Seemed like she’d spent her childhood taking care of her parents. But when had anyone looked after her? Certainly, seemed like that douche, Greg, hadn’t. All he’d done was teach her that she had to be perfect or she wasn’t good enough.
Screw that.
If nothing else, he was going to get her to stop coloring in the lines all the time.
He finished off his food and picked up a crayon. “Mind if I help you finish, little rebel?”
“Sure,” she said suspiciously.
He started to color the banana pink.
“Hey!” She grasped hold of his hand, sending a spark of heat along his skin. “That’s the banana.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So it should be yellow.”
He leaned in and kissed her ear. “Not everything has to be perfect to be right, baby girl. Maybe the banana wants to be pink for a change.”
Christ. Why did he have to go touching her? Now he’d grown even harder. He hadn’t been this horny since he was a teenager.
She raised her eyebrows. “A pink banana?”
He shrugged. “It’s a party banana. It wants to rebel against society’s rules.”
A smile crossed her face. “A rebellious banana? I didn’t realize bananas had feelings.”
He sighed. “A misunderstood fruit.”
She giggled. “You’re silly, Daddy.”
Oh, there was her Little. Good. This might be the perfect time to find out a few things about her.
“What’s your favorite thing to play with, baby girl?” he asked, keeping his gaze on the picture.
“Umm, playdough.”
“Playdough, huh?”
“Yep. I like making things.”
“Anything else?”
“I like coloring.”
“And you’re very good at it,” he praised.
“I like reading too. My favorite story is Alice in Wonderland.”
“The one with the rabbit and the tea party?”
She giggled. “Have you read it, Daddy?”
“Don’t think I have,” he said gravely.
She gave an exaggerated gasp.
“Obviously a terrible oversight.”
She nodded solemnly, giving him a shy look. “You’re easy to talk to.”
“I am?” He’d never considered himself much of a talker. He liked to get on and get stuff done.
“I’m not very good at talking to people usually. Maybe that’s why I like plants so much. Especially pretty flowers.”
“I couldn’t tell,” he deadpanned.
She giggled again. He liked that sound. A lot. “Maybe we should plant some flowers at your house, Daddy.”
“I don’t know. I’m not very good at remembering to take care of plants. They tend to die on me.”
“But I can do it for you.” She bounced on her seat with excitement. Then he watched as a shutter came over her face. The childlike look of joy left her face. “I mean, obviously since I live next-door. I wasn’t implying anything—”
“Shh, little rebel.” He put his finger over her lips. “You’re fine. You don’t have to explain or worry you said the wrong thing.”
She gave him an incredulous look as though she didn’t ever not worry about what she said. Which could be the case, except maybe when she was deep in Little space.
“Come on, we need to get to work.” He left some cash on the table, giving her a stern look when she reached for some money.
Little brat knew the rules.
He helped her out of the booth and she turned to get the helmet, bending over and waving her ass at him.
Fuck that was tempting.
He tucked her under his arm, liking the way she fit there as they strode towards the door.
“Oh, I think a friend of yours was here before,” she told him as they made their way to his bike.
“A friend of mine?”
“What was his name?”
“He didn’t actually say. He was a little weird, especially when I said you would be back if he wanted to wait.”
He paused and took hold of her arm, not liking the sound of that. “What did he look like?”
“Um, long, brown hair. A ring in his nose. Kind of greasy looking.”
He sighed. He knew who that was. “Horse. He’s a friend of Rory’s.”
“Oh. He’s Horse?”
He noticed a small blush on her cheeks. “You know about him?”
“Um, yeah, Rory might have mentioned him the other day when he was asking Reyes if he’d decided whether they could join the Iron Shadows.”
“Fucking idiots. Rory is a dick and Horse has a few screws loose. Stay away from him, okay?”
She nodded. “I will. Why do you employ Rory if you don’t like him?”
“Because he’s a talented artist. Brings in a lot of clients. But I think he’s a shithead and I don’t want to spend any more time with him than I have to. Come on, little rebel.”
He plonked the helmet on her head, making certain it was done up before he swung his leg over his hog. He liked the way she felt plastered against him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had someone on his bike.
But it felt right in a way nothing had in a long, long time.
“Reyes, what’s up?” Duke answered his ringing cell as he sat behind his desk. His last client for the day had just left and he needed to sort some paperwork.
“Need you to meet me at the club. Got a lead on the girl in the photos. I want you to come with me to talk to some contacts I have. Where I’m going, always good to have eyes on your back. Spike is across town doing something. The senator is back, so Razor and Jason are watching him.”
“Right. Fuck.” He was meant to take Sunny home. He ran his hand over his face. “I’m supposed to be taking Sunny home once the shop closes.”
There was a note of silence. “She can’t drive?”
“Her car’s a piece of shit. She comes in with me most days.”
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