Daddy Biker: MC Romance

by Sadie Savage

  “Oh, Aunt Kay. Dad’s truck broke down on the way to the grocery store right now and the guy that fixed it is going to give me a lift into town to pick it up, so I won’t need your car. I’ll just get it and then get my shopping done. Do you mind if I stop for lunch while I’m out?”

  “No, not at all, hon. I’m in no hurry. Besides, it’s a beautiful day and your father seems to know who I am today. Since I will have the car, I may get him out for a breath of fresh air.”

  “Are you sure? You know how he gets in unfamiliar surroundings sometimes.”

  “Absolutely. I’ll stop by and pick up your cousin Reggie on the way in case there are any problems. Don’t you fret about it. Just take your time and do what you need to do.”

  There was another knock at the door and Angelina realized that she had completely forgotten it. Walking over, she pulled it open to find Anson standing there in a pair of jeans that fit in all the right places and a t-shirt covered with the same leather MC vest as last night. He looked even more gorgeous in the daylight.

  “Well, hello there. I thought you were going to leave me standing out on the porch.”

  “Sorry about that. My aunt just got there too and was trying to explain to her what I need to do.”

  “Ah, got it. You ready to go?”

  “Yes. Let me grab my jacket. I’m not as used to the wind blowing on me as you are, I’m sure.”

  “Probably a good idea then. It can sting a bit at times.”

  She followed him to the bike and climbed on the back behind him once he was situated. She put her hands on her legs, not really knowing what to do with them. He reached behind him and pulled them around his waist instead.

  “Hold on tight. I can’t have you falling off the back.”

  Seconds later, they were roaring down the highway toward town. It was both frightening and exhilarating. Angelina felt a surge of electricity at how tightly her body was pressed to his. The last thing she needed was to get involved with someone like him. Not only was he not her type at all, but he was a criminal to boot! Why did he have to be so damned attractive though?

  The bike roared to a stop outside a garage that was nowhere near town as she had expected. It was a large metal outbuilding next to what looked like an old hunting lodge. She had a vague recollection of it having been just that years ago. It seemed like her father used to come out here with his buddies during hunting season.

  “Is this the old hunting lodge?”

  “Yeah, I bought it from the old guy that ran it when I came here and built the garage to work on bikes and sometimes, cars and trucks.”

  “But the lodge is huge. You live in it alone?”

  “I live in a portion of it alone. There are additional rooms that some of the guys in the MC stay in, but they are separated from the main quarters where I live. It’s like my half of the lodge, a large common area where we have club gatherings and then rooms on the other end. Some of the guys live here and some just stay from time to time, usually if they are too drunk to make it home. Hell, come on and I’ll show you.”

  “That’s okay. I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”

  “Maybe I want you to take up my time. I did ask you to have lunch with me. I tell you what. Since we are here to get the truck anyway, I’ll just make you some lunch. I’m a pretty mean cook.”

  “I don’t know . . ..”

  “Come on, Angelina. I don’t bite. Well, not unless invited.”

  “You aren’t making a strong case for me to stay here for lunch with comments like that.”

  “I promise that I will be a perfect gentleman. Come on. Let me make you some lunch.”

  “Okay. Why not?”

  “That’s better! Let’s go inside. I’ll show you around the place first.”

  Angelina followed him to the lodge. She felt incredibly nervous about being alone with him, but she had come this far, so she might as well. To her surprise, he walked right in the front door without a key.

  “You don’t lock your door?”

  “No. The rooms lock individually if someone chooses to, but people come and go here constantly. No point in locking the door. It’s always occupied by enough people that most intruders wouldn’t want to tangle with.”

  “I see.”

  Angelina looked around the massive center room of the lodge. A lot of the original décor from when it was a hunting lodge was present. The huge fireplace and chimney in the center of the room were quiet in the warm months, but she was sure that it got well used in the cold ones. She was relieved when he led her to the large industrial kitchen previously run by the lodge’s small bar and grill rather than his private quarters.

  “Okay, let me fire up things in here and I’ll show you the rest of the place. It takes a bit for the grill to fire up.”

  He flipped a few switches and lights came on everywhere. After starting up the grill, he motioned for her to follow him. They made their way toward a back entrance to the kitchen and passed through a hallway to a room at the end. She noted that this time, he did use a key to gain entry. Walking inside, she found herself in a cozy living room with its own fireplace. It was decorated in much what you would expect from a bachelor, but still pretty decently.

  “There isn’t much to it really. This was where the previous owner lived. It’s just this room, a bedroom and a bath. There isn’t even a kitchen. I have to use the big one, which is somewhat of a pain when I’m just cooking for myself.”

  She followed as he walked toward the bedroom and flipped on the light. It was decorated much like the living room, in dark, earthy colors you would expect from a guy. She noted that the bed was a king size and found herself wondering how comfortable it might be to spend a night in. He walked inside and opened the bathroom door, revealing a large Jacuzzi style tub that also grabbed her attention.

  “It only had a shower when I came here. I replaced it with this Jacuzzi combo. Much better.”

  “I am sure it is.”

  Angelina smiled a bit awkwardly and stepped away from the door, not waiting for him as she returned to the living room. He followed behind her, leading her back out and into the kitchen.

  “The other end of the lodge is just set up like motel rooms really. There are a dozen single rooms and one large dorm style room down there, but we pulled out all the beds and turned it into a meeting room for the club.”

  Angelina watched as he pulled ingredients from a large stainless steel fridge and put them over on a work table nearby. He threw some slices of bacon on the grill and pulled thick pieces of bread from a bag nearby.

  “Turkey club okay?”

  “Sure, sounds good.”

  “Great. There are some chips over in the pantry if you want to grab us a bag. I pretty much like anything, so whatever you want is fine. It’s right over there by the walk in freezer.”

  “You actually keep enough food in here that you still use the walk in freezer?”

  “No, we use it for bodies.”

  Angelina stopped and looked at him, wide eyed. She knew he couldn’t be seriously telling her that, but she wasn’t quite sure it was entirely a joke either.

  “That’s not funny.”

  “The look on your face says it was.”

  He laughed and flipped the bacon. Angelina shook her head and went to the pantry to find some chips. She stood marveling at the selection. Most grocery stores didn’t have this many choices and it didn’t stop with just the chips. He had all sorts of dry goods and snacks in there in bulk.

  “That is a lot of food!”

  “Oh, yeah. On weekends, we open up the bar and grill to the club and any guests, so we buy a lot of stuff in bulk with the MC account.”

  “Ah, that makes sense.”

  Angelina brought the bag of chips in her hands over to where he was putting the bread on the grill to toast it while the bacon finished. He looked at the bag and smiled.

  “You’re a woman after my own heart. Those are my favorite.”

  “
Mine too.”

  “Alright. Let me put these together and we’ll go back to my place and eat. Otherwise, the guys are going to start waking up soon and overrun us. Bring the chips and grab what you want to drink out of the fridge over there. I’ve got some drinks at my place, but there is more to choose from in here.”

  Angela grabbed a bottle of ginger ale and the bag of chips while he scooped up the sandwiches and put them on a plate, killing the grill and motioning for her to follow him. Sitting the sandwiches on the small counter that held a sink situated to one side of the living room, he retrieved two tray tables and set them in front of the sofa.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t have a table in here. We could go out in the lobby if you prefer, but will be overrun with bikers very soon.”

  “This is fine. It’s cozy.”

  “Good. It will give us a chance to talk without interruption for a bit.”

  “Don’t you have a garage to run?”

  “Nah. It’s not open to the public. We mostly use it to fix our bikes and personal vehicles.”

  “So, your garage is not open to the public and you don’t rent out the lodge. You must be independently wealthy.”

  “Something like that. Let’s just say I have wise investments.”

  Angelina took a bite of her sandwich and looked at him. No doubt that his investments were anything but legal and her mind was running amuck with the possibilities of what they might entail. Obviously nothing that she needed or wanted to know about.

  “This sandwich is great.”

  “Nothing fancy, but decent when you don’t have a lot of time to cook. I’d really like for you to come back sometimes when I can make you a real meal.”

  “That would be nice.”

  They chatted lightly about where they were from, the differences in Detroit, New York and here as they finished their lunch. Angelina was quickly realizing that while Anson might be a biker thug of some sort, he didn’t come across that way at all. He was very well spoken and intelligent. He admitted what he had done wrong on numerous occasions and said he came here to start over, to get a fresh start.

  “Some things just tend to haunt you, you know?”

  “I suppose that is true.”

  “Like you. You’ve haunted me from the moment I first laid eyes on you. You’re beautiful and nothing like most of the women in this town.”

  “I got out of this town as soon as I could. Many of them let it define them.”

  His eyes were locked on hers and before she realized what was happening, he leaned in and kissed her. His hand tangled in her hair as he pulled her closer and drank her in, searching her mouth deeply with his own. She felt it all the way to her very core. Her mind told her to resist, but her body simply refused to cooperate.

  It was like a train leaving the station, speed picking up until there was no stopping it as it steamed toward its intended destination. She gave in to him completely without so much as a fight. His body leaned over hers as he began unbuttoning her blouse, never losing eye contact with her. His rough hands pushed the tank top she wore beneath her skirt upward, exposing her breasts to his hot mouth. Moaning as he covered a single nipple and sucked at it, she felt impatient. She couldn’t remember wanting someone so much.

  Her hands found their way between them, pulling at his belt, wanting to feel the hardness that pushed against her hip in her hands. Instead, he pulled away from her, grabbing her by the hand and leading her to the bedroom, disheveled and wet with want. Inside, he pushed her down on the bed, slipping off her jeans and panties as she finished removing her shirt and tank. She lay naked on the bed as he stood by it, stripping off his own clothes.

  The remainder of the large tattoo on his chest was now fully visible, a coyote with red eyes and a skull in one paw. There were many more down his arms, but only the singular one on his chest. His body was in perfect condition, his muscles stretching provocatively as he pulled off the last of his clothes and slid onto the bed with her, resuming the feverish kiss that had begun on the sofa. His hand drifted lightly down her soft skin, the roughness creating chills down her spine and exciting her in a way that she’d not felt for a while.

  “You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  “I’ve wanted you too,” she admitted. It felt good just to let go and give herself to him without reservation.

  His hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her again, his lips moving away to trail down her skin in a fiery path toward her thighs. She arched her back toward him as he bit into one of her thighs and then the other, letting out a cry of passion as he settled into her center, lapping at her clit and already soaked folds.

  “You taste incredible. I could stay here all day.”

  Angelina grabbed his hair and pushed him further into her, enjoying the way he gnawed and tugged at her clit between driving his tongue further into her to taste her juices.

  “God, you’re driving me insane,” she moaned.

  His response was only to tease her more with his tongue and teeth, pulling at her clit and sucking harder on it as he did. She could feel the pressure building inside, her body begging for release from the way he was tormenting her with his mouth. She gasped as he suddenly pushed her legs apart and slid his calloused fingers inside of her, rubbing them against her inner walls until she knew there was no holding back. Her body shook violently as she came and then came again, each wave followed by another as he continued to play her like a finely tuned instrument.

  “Beautiful,” he moaned, lapping up her cum as he continued finger fucking her until she had nothing left to give. Her body shuddered to a stop as he pulled free of her, positioning himself above her and stroking his cock just above her dripping wet pussy. Her body seemed to automatically arch upward, inviting him in as he entered her with a single hard thrust, causing her to gasp audibly.

  Her nails dug into his back as he began fucking her hard and deep. There was nothing soft or sentimental about their coupling, it was raw, passionate. Angelina felt like she was being torn apart with his girth as he pounded into her furiously as she screamed out with pleasure.

  “God, yes. Fuck me harder.”

  Their bodies were a whirlwind of motion as he drove into her again and again, seeming to enjoy the way she cried out and begged for more. It was the most animalistic and earth shattering sex she could ever recall having in her life. He wasn’t gentle nor violent, he was just rough enough to make her realize what she had been missing from anyone she’d ever been with. All she wanted was more.

  “Harder, Anson. Yes, yes, please . . . “

  Her words became less and less articulate as her passion reached a crescendo. She could feel the vibrations in her body begin again as she came violently, her body shattering into a million pieces it seemed as she exploded against his cock. Her nails dug into his back as the orgasm rippled through her.

  “That’s a good girl. I love the way your whole body quakes when you come. I could stay inside you all day just to see that.”

  Pulling her legs upward, he draped them over his muscular shoulders, driving even further into her and rocking his hips forward so that it felt like he was touching bottom each time he thrust forward. She moaned and cried out loudly, enjoying the way it felt both pleasurable and a bit painful at the same time. Then he was pulling free of her, turning her around so that she was on all fours and driving into her from behind. Her body rocked back and forth with the force of his strokes as he fucked her hard and fast from behind, her cries mixing in with his loud grunts and groans in a carnal symphony.

  “God, I’m coming. You’re so fucking tight. It feels like you are milking my cock.”

  “Yes, yes. Come inside me, Anson.”

  She felt the warmth as he filled her with the fruits of their lust, sending his juices flowing through her system, mingling with her own before pulling free of her and falling to her side on the bed. She moved over and rested her head on his chest, more content than she could remember b
eing for quite some time. Before she knew it, she dozed off into a peaceful slumber.

  “Oh, God. It’s almost four p.m.!”

  Angelina had awakened with a start. It took a moment for her to register where she was and what she was doing here. Then she had glanced at her watch and noted the time. Her Aunt Kay was going to kill her! She jumped up and began dressing hurriedly as Anson sat up in bed, his beautiful naked body sprawled out atop the covers. She could see him getting hard again looking at her, but there was no time for another round, as much as she would like to stay and just fuck him the rest of the day and night.

  “I guess we dozed off, huh? I’ll get your truck keys for you.”

  Angelina couldn’t help but note the dismissiveness of this tone. She wasn’t sure what she had expected. It was just sex, right? They barely even knew one another and he was a criminal. Sure, it had been the most intense sex she thought she had ever had, but it was still just what it was and nothing more. Be a big girl, Angelina, she coaxed herself. By the time she was dressed, he was too and holding her keys in his hand.

  “Come on and I’ll walk you over to the garage.”

  Angelina nodded as she followed him out the door and through the lobby of the lodge. She nodded the looks from several bikers who were hanging out in the area now and how they grinned to themselves. She was careful not to meet any of their gazes as she did her walk of shame over to the garage. Anson handed her the keys to the truck and looked at her, pinning her against the truck and kissing her. She felt it all the way down to her toes.

  “I had a great time. We should get together again soon.”

  “Sure,” Angelina replied, turning to get in the truck. She started it up as he stood holding onto the door. When it roared to life, he nodded appreciatively and patted the cab of the truck, shutting the door so that she could leave. She felt like a hooker, trading sex for free mechanical work. How could something have felt so incredible when it was happening and now feel so bad?

  Retrieving her phone from her purse, she called her Aunt to apologize for her extended absence, telling her she got hung up at the garage for longer than expected. It was mostly the truth.