Rock Hard Daddy: A Single Dad & A Virgin Romance

by Rye Hart

  She sighed and took my hand. “Look, it’s not that I think the world is perfect. I know there are fucked up people out there. I mean, I grew up in Atlanta, girl. I had to deal with racism and sexism every day of my life. I got bullied, threatened and everything else. I know there are bad people, but you can’t let those people define your world. I’m not going to give up on everyone because of a couple of bad eggs. I’d rather believe that people are good until they do something bad.”

  I sighed and looked over at her for a moment. “But what if the bad thing they do is to you?”

  “It’s a risk you take. I mean every time you get out of bed you run the risk of breaking your neck!” she said with a soft smile. “It’s always so strange to see you like this. You’re so outgoing and fun with me. You’re always taking risks, but when it comes to people, you’re just so damn hesitant.”

  I set my jaw, not wanting her to know what was really going on in my head. I was hiding again. Even now I was hiding from my best friend. I shrugged a little and shook my head.

  “I guess it’s just one of my quirks,” I said simply in a tone that indicated the conversation was over.

  Gina opened her mouth to continue but shut it after a moment, sighing and shaking her head. “Whatever you say darling,” she murmured.

  She didn’t bring it up again for the rest of the trip and we rode in silence, tapping away at our phones in order to avoid uncomfortable conversation. When we finally reached our destination, we shuffled off the tram and started walking down the sidewalk, our hips swaying and Gina’s heels clacking on the cement.

  Gina smiled and looped her arms with mine, “Are you going to be angry with me all night?”

  “Not all night. Just most of it,” I said, though I offered her a small smile and kissed her check.

  It was Friday night and the streets were busy with people, laughing a little too loudly and drinking a little too much. That was probably going to be a running theme for the night, but I tried to not let it bother me.

  We wandered to the doors of the bar and flashed our IDs. The man glanced at them before handing them back, not even giving us a second look. Our IDs weren’t great (though Gina insisted they were flawless) but bouncers didn’t really pay much attention at the end of the day, especially to girls in short dresses.

  The bar was crowded and a bit too loud. As we walked through, I could feel all eyes on us and it made me more than a little nervous. I gripped Gina’s hand and followed her through the bar, less afraid for myself and far more afraid of letting her out of my sight.

  “Girl, will you calm down? It’s going to be fine.”

  Chapter Four

  It was as if the cruel forces of the universe took my fears and transformed them into physical reality. We were barely there for two hours before I lost track of Gina. I prided myself at being able to reel that girl in and tonight I was failing miserably. I’d already pulled her off a complete stranger in the bathroom, but at some point between then and now, she’d disappeared and I was in a bit of a panic.

  I was walking through the dimly lit bar on my own, trying to ignore the stench of whiskey that completely filled the bar from floor to ceiling. Despite my ‘leather jacket wearing bad girl persona’, I wasn’t much of a drinker. I’d watched both my parents suffer with alcoholism and a range of other problems so I wasn’t really interested in booze.

  As if the smell of liquor wasn’t bad enough, every step I took was accentuated by a cat call that made my skin crawl. Most of the men in the club were old enough to be my dad and the ones that weren’t looked like heroin addicts. This was not the kind of crowd I wanted to be in to find a partner.

  I walked along the bar, looking around the crowd and trying to spot my friend. I was so wrapped up in my search that I didn’t notice the man that reached for my ass. The slight pinch made me scream and I turned around, my hand snapping out on instinct. I connected with the man’s face and my nails managed to dig into the skin a little.

  The man stared at me, blood starting to trickle into his beard. I immediately felt my heart start to beat a million miles a minute. “You little-” his words faded as he raised a glass and aimed it at my face.

  I ducked just in time but the glass slammed into the back of another man’s head. This wasn’t good. Soon enough there was a heady brawl going on. People were yelling and screaming and others were starting to throw things. Glass broke overhead and pool cues started snapping.

  Everything was happening so fast and I had no idea what to do or where to go. This was everything I’d been afraid of. Every fear I’d ever managed to come up with in my head was coming to fruition now and I didn’t know how to handle it.

  My eyes darted to the bar and I gasped, managing to crawl over to it and crawl under the little piece of wood that swung up to let the bartender in and out. I pressed my back against the bar, my heart racing and eyes wide. I could hear men screaming and glass breaking. I wanted to make sure that Gina was alright but my heart was pounding in my ears and tears were starting to stream down my face. I felt like a coward but I was too scared to move.

  I covered my head with my arms and let out a few choked sobs, hoping the police would come and end the fight. I could imagine the guns being pulled and bullets flying around me. My heart stuttered a bit and my eyes snapped open. I knew I needed to get out of here.

  My gaze darted around the dusty, smoky room and landed on an emergency exit. If I could make it out that door, not only would I be out of the bar, but it would also set off alarms and possibly stop the fighting. Everyone might run out, thinking there was a fire or something.

  I took a deep breath and decided I had to do it. I could be helping Gina by getting out that door. I jumped up and leapt over the swinging door, tripping and stumbling forward. The door was nearly in reach and my hands reached for it. The little ring of light that snuck in around the door frame was like a halo. I was so close.

  Before I could reach the door, strong arms snatched me off my feet. I screamed and struggled against the man who had a hold on me, my eyes wide in terror. As I turned I came face to face with the man I’d slapped earlier. He had a wicked grin on his face.

  “Where do you think you’re going, little girl?”

  Chapter Five

  I stared at the man, his face inches from mine. I could see the few crooked and yellowed teeth he had left and I could see the little brown spots along his face. They told the story of a life spent baking in the sun, though I could have guessed that just as easily by the leathery look of his skin.

  God, I wanted to say something smart. I wanted to rip him a new one, but the fear in my belly was stronger than my desire to be a smartass. I hated the way I felt right now. I’d spent my life being a petulant teenager and living on adrenaline. I’d always thought of myself as invincible, but here I was, being held in the air by a man who was ready to kill me. I honestly didn’t see myself getting out of this in one piece.

  He yanked me around and forced me to look out over the bar, which had devolved into a riot. A chair smashed through the window and a tall blonde man followed it.

  “Look what you’ve done, bitch,” he snarled. “These men are going to tear each other apart and it’s your own damn fault.”

  Suddenly I found my voice and began yanking at the man who had a hold of me. “Bullshit! I didn’t do anything! You shouldn’t have touched me!” I snapped.

  The bearded man stared at me, his eyes wide. He was clearly surprised that I’d actually spoken up for myself. It took him a moment to recover, but when he did he drew his arm back, hand curling into a fist. Oh man, he was going to punch my lights out.

  “You’re going to be sorry you said that,” he whispered.

  I screamed and squeezed my eyes closed as I mentally prepared myself for the pain I knew was coming. My heart was slamming in my chest so hard that I was sure it would burst through my ribcage. At least that might scare him bad enough that he’d let me go.

  My own scream echoed in my
mind and it took me a moment to realize that the bar had gone completely silent. I was still conscious and the pain never came. My eyes flew open and I looked around the bar, surprised by the way the other men were staring in awe, their eyes following something, or rather, someone.

  He moved through the crowd like a river. Men who were still mid-fight parted to let him pass, their gazes following with a sort of fearful awe. I didn’t know who he was, but it was clear to me that these men feared and respected him.

  “I wasn’t doing’ anything wrong, Dylan! This bitch slapped me and caused this commotion,” he said, waving his arms around wildly as if to make a point.

  Damian was tall and looked to be quite a bit younger than the men whose company he kept. His hair was thick and as black as the midnight sky. It was a bit long and swept back away from his tanned face, the ends barely brushing his shoulders. His hair was a stark contrast to his icy blue eyes which seemed to penetrate right through me and the man.

  He cracked his neck a little and looked between us. “Put her down Snake!”

  “Boss!” Snake nearly whined.

  “I said put her down!” he roared, his voice echoing through the otherwise silent room.

  Snake set me on my feet slowly, glaring at me as Dylan approached me. “Did you slap my friend here?”

  “Y-Yeah,” I stuttered.

  “Why?”

  “Because that pig touched my ass! I was minding my own business looking for my friend and he just reached out and touched me!” I snapped, pleading my case.

  Dylan’s eyes turned back to Snake. “Is this true?”

  “Well, yeah, but look at her, Boss. She came in a biker bar dressed like that! What was I supposed to do?!”

  “You know better than that, Snake,” Dylan said, sounding more like a disappointed parent than the leader of a biker gang. “You know you don’t touch a woman without her express permission.”

  “Apologize to the young lady,” Dylan growled.

  Snake babbled out a strangled apology and I huffed, turning my head away from him. “I forgive him,” I sighed, trying to sound almost bored.

  My legs were shaking still and I was embarrassed about it. There was still quite a bit of adrenaline coursing through me and while I was still shaking rather badly I wanted to reclaim a little bit of my attitude.

  Dylan smiled and released Snake, letting him slide to the floor as he approached me. “Now, as for you,” he growled, pointing a thick finger at me. “Listen, I don’t know you but you really shouldn’t get involved in a physical altercation in a bar filled with bikers. You can see from the looks of things, that shit hit the fan quick. You’re better off staying out of places like this.”

  “Look - I appreciate you stepping in but that fucker’s behavior isn’t on me” I said, suddenly upset even though this man had saved me.

  Dylan walked towards me, his eyes narrowed and his presence powerful. There was a darkness to him that scared me and excited me all at the same time. He stalked towards me and I backed myself into a wall without thinking, swallowing my fear. I didn’t want him to know I was startled by his embrace.

  He leaned in close enough that I could feel his breath on me. On my throat then up to my chin and my lips. I could hear him breathing in my scent. He smirked and put his hands on the wall on either side of my waist, trapping me between himself and the wall.

  “Sweetie. You really don’t want to get in my line of sight. I might just have to teach you a listen that you wont forget. I think that would be too much for you to handle.” he grinned, “Unless, ofcourse that’s what you want.” Finally pushing himself off the wall and stepping back to look me up and down.

  My heart was in my throat and I wanted to say something clever, but the words wouldn’t come out. My mouth was as dry as a desert. I really fucking turned on and I could feel the wetness between my legs growing. Those steely eyes drew me in for some reason, and the fact that he was so damn powerful made me want him even more. What was wrong with me?

  “I’m not going anywhere without my friend.” Right on cue, Gina threw her arms around me, gasping loudly in my ear. “Alex!” the voice whined, holding me tight.

  I knew that voice better than I knew my own. “Gina?” I looked over my shoulder to see her reddened cheeks as she held me tight.

  The girl was clearly drunk as she stumbled back, blinking against the florescent lights. “Where were you?!” she urged. “I was looking for you!”

  I sighed and put an arm around her. “I’m fine, hun,” I assured. “We must have been walking circles around each other.”

  She sniffled and nodded, burying her head in my chest. “I was scared.”

  I rubbed her back gently and nodded. I wanted to be mad at her but I knew I couldn’t. She was too drunk to remember any kind of lecture I might have given her.

  Dylan watched us, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “Maybe I’ll see you around town, hun?”

  I glared at him, but didn’t say a word and grabbed Gina, pulling her arm over my shoulder and helping her out of the bar.

  Chapter Six

  I stumbled through the streets with her until we were back on the tram, heading towards our respective homes.

  “He was cute,” Gina murmured, her head resting against my shoulder.

  “You’re drunk,” I countered.

  She couldn’t stop her giggle. “I might be drunk but I’m not blind!” she sang, her eyes ironically closed.

  “You have beer goggles,” I murmured. “He wasn’t that cute and he was a giant dick. He tried to intimidate me and practically blamed the whole bar fight on me.”

  “Whatever you say darling. You looked like you were ready to trip over him.”

  I didn’t like just how much truth was in her words. I was attracted to the leader of the biker gang. It had never outright been said that he was the leader, but I wasn’t stupid. He controlled the room in a way that was almost magical. His power over the other men was intoxicating. I licked my lips subconsciously, staring out the train window as lights flashed by. I wasn’t about to fall for some cold-hearted criminal I met in a biker bar.

  When the train came to a stop I helped Gina out and walked her down the sidewalk, ignoring all of her teasing about me and the biker. Jeez, she wasn’t going to let this go. I was tempted to leave her in the damn street but I cared about her too much. I sighed and helped her to her house, making sure she was inside the door before I walked away. She could crawl her way up the stairs.

  By the time I arrived home, the sun was beginning to come up. How long had we been out at that bar? I hadn’t even been keeping track of time, everything happened so fast. I sighed and pushed the front door open, glancing into the living room as I walked past.

  My dad was in his seat, head thrown back as he snored loudly. He’d fallen asleep with the TV blaring some car show. He fancied himself a handyman, but he really wasn’t good at fixing anything other than bikes.

  I snuck across the room and hit the button to turn the TV off. It was so damn loud I was sure it would keep me up. Once the house was silent I crept upstairs to take a shower, happy to wash away all of the gross bar smoke from my hair and made my way to my room. I kicked off my shoes, curling up in bed and staring up at the ceiling.

  A sigh left my lips as I threw my hands over my eyes and closed them. The sound of my fan was slowly starting to put me to sleep, the rhythmic hum bringing me comfort. I sighed and turned over in my bed, staring at the wall. The sun was already starting to make the room hot and I groaned softly.

  My eyes slipped shut and as I tried to doze off into a peaceful sleep, all I could see was Dylan’s face. His perfect, full lips and that cocky fucking smile. Why the hell was I thinking of him? I grabbed the pillow and covered my head, squeezing my eyes closed even tighter.

  As I tried to drift off I couldn’t help but consider why he might have offered his help and why I was so damn turn on by him. I couldn’t figure out the answer to either question. All I knew was I wanted
to see him again. I hated it.

  Chapter Seven

  I slept through most of the morning and when my eyes finally fluttered open again, the sun was high in the sky. It was probably late afternoon and I groaned softly, knowing this was going to royally screw up my sleeping schedule. Oh well, I could just take some Nyquil and knock myself out later tonight. No harm, no foul, right?

  I slid out of bed and went to the closet, pulling out some clean clothes. I was still sore from all of the activity from the night before and I felt like death. It was sticking to me in all the wrong places. I slipped into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, opting for comfort rather than style. It was still one of my days off and my classes didn’t start until the evening, so I wasn’t really planning on going anywhere.

  I hummed softly to myself and wandered downstairs, expecting dad to be gone. He worked odd jobs as a handyman and it was enough to keep him above water, though it apparently became more difficult when I got thrown into the mix. He’d insisted I get a job the second I’d arrived in Atlanta. I moved here when I was eighteen and that was enough of a reason for me to have a job, according to him. It didn’t really matter that I was taking classes.

  When I reached the bottom step, I was surprised to find my dad in his chair, chewing on his thumb nail as he watched the TV. It was still one of those stupid car shows. God, how long did those shows run for?

  The floor creaked under my foot and he turned to face me, smiling sadly. His face was tanned and full of wrinkles and little scars here and there. He looked like a rough guy, but the bushy, greying beard somehow softened his face. It made him seem less …. scary.

  “Hey……kiddo. You finally up?” he asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

  He was talking to me like he had bad news and wanted to break it gently. I didn’t like the tone of voice and I frowned softly, looking him up and down.

  “Yeah, I uh, I was out late last night,” I murmured, looking away as I wandered into the kitchen to make coffee.