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  “I’m sorry.”

  He nails me with another hard stare. “Don’t be sorry. Not your fault. He shouldn’t be touching what doesn’t belong to him. I’ll need to make that clear when he gets back from his run.”

  I let out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

  “What?” he asks, studying my face.

  “How long will he be gone?”

  “Should be less than a week.”

  “Oh.”

  He laughs again. “Were you hoping for longer?”

  “Maybe.”

  He grunts and takes my hand, leading me under the hot spray. I squeal and turn away. “Hot! Hot!”

  He pushes me behind him and adjusts the temperature. “Sorry, babe. Forgot you got all that soft, silky skin. Not a tough rhino-hide like mine.”

  It’s such a silly thing to say, I end up giggling. When the water cools, he spins us around and washes me clean. His strokes turn from simple cleansing, to dirty teasing fast. “I loved seeing my cum dripping off these fat nipples, baby.”

  I squirm in his grasp as he rolls and pinches my nipples. “Did you just call me fat?” I pant out.

  Leaning over, he nips at my neck and shoulder, pinching my stiff nubs even harder. “No, I called these juicy, sexy-as-fuck, little nipples fat. Don’t start that shit with me, babe. You’re fuckin’ perfect. Already told you. Showed you.” His hand smacks my wet ass cheek, and I groan.

  When I’m cleaned to his satisfaction, he turns us again and hands me a washcloth.

  “Clean me up now, lil’ girl.”

  “Yes, daddy,” I whisper, and then freeze. What the hell made me say that? Embarrassed, I stare at our feet.

  He places a finger under my chin, tipping my head up. “You call your father that?”

  “No, never.”

  He nods once. Eyes narrowed. Expression hard, making me shiver. “Wash me then, baby girl,” he orders.

  My mind races as I soap up the cloth and run it over his firm muscles. Every now and then, I stop to inspect some random scar. One I’m pretty sure is a bullet wound. Two that look like he was stabbed. The Iron Bulls MC tat takes up his entire chest and is an impressive piece. He’s got full-sleeve tattoos, vibrant and colorful. I can’t get enough of his abs or the sexy V leading down to his semi-hard cock. But I can’t stop thinking about the words that popped out of my mouth either.

  Christ, am I so starved for attention, I’m turning into some needy woman with daddy issues?

  Duh, of course I am. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be picking up guys on the sidewalk for a marathon sex session. Letting him take me to the clinic. Spending the weekend at his house.

  Calling him daddy.

  Yes, daddy.

  What. The. Fuck.

  Lust slams right the fuck through me. Never, ever have I wanted a bitch to call me that. Some have tried and been rudely corrected. It always seemed wrong.

  It’s not wrong when it comes out of Karina’s mouth.

  It’s right.

  Except. “You call your father that?” I ask her.

  “No, never.”

  She washes every inch of me thoroughly and appreciatively. I’m rock hard and ready to fuck her again in no time. This is insane.

  When we’re all clean, I shut the water off and lead her out. Little shivers work over her, so I wrap her in a towel and dry her off. She balances holding on to my shoulders while I pat down her legs. Her stomach growls as I lean over.

  “You hungry, baby girl?”

  “Yeah. I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

  Well, of course she hasn’t. She’s had my dick in her all damn day.

  Taking her by the hand back into my bedroom, I toss her a T-shirt. “You bring some jeans?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Get dressed, I’m gonna take you out.”

  She pulls another sexy fucking pair of tiny panties out of her backpack and I have to turn around or she’s gonna pass out from starvation when I fuck her again.

  Knowing how cool the mountain air will be on my bike, I toss her a sweatshirt before we head downstairs.

  Riding always clears my fucked up head. It gives me clarity and peace of mind that nothing else can. Not weed, booze, or pussy.

  Right now, the thing I’m fucked up about has her arms wrapped tightly around my middle. Her small hands resting right above my dick. Tight little body pressed up against me. Juicy thighs hugging my hips.

  I’m aware of every move she makes. When her arms tighten around me and I sense she’s scared, I slow the bike down. Never worried about shit like that before.

  We ride for a while. I don’t want to end up someplace we’ll run into any of my brothers. I don’t leave our territory either. It’s just better that way. I’m wearin’ my cut and she’s wearing my sweatshirt with my club’s logo.

  I like the way she looks in my clothes.

  The pizza place I pull up to is a family-type joint, complete with red and white plastic tablecloths. I lead her by the hand to a table in the back and seat her with her back to the rest of the room. I put my back to the wall so I can see any potential threat and take care of it before my girl gets hurt.

  That’s just how my mind works.

  The menu is one page. But Karina studies it for a while before glancing up.

  “What do you want on your pizza?”

  “The garden one sounds really good.”

  Awful thing to do to pizza, but I nod. When the waitress comes, I do the ordering.

  “One of those antipasto salads to split. Large pizza, half carnivore, half garden.” The waitress quirks her mouth at me.

  “Drinks?”

  I glance at Karina and she addresses the waitress. “Root beer, please.”

  “Just bring us a pitcher, thanks.” I hand her the menus and she leaves.

  I’m fascinated by the woman across from me. Back at my cabin, she’s all needy little girl. Doin’ what I ask, looking to me for instruction. Out here, she’s fully in charge of herself.

  It’s a huge fuckin’ turn-on.

  That’s why I needed to get us out of the house. In public. A place where I can’t just stick my dick in her every second.

  Taking one of her small hands in mine, I trace my finger over the fine blue veins visible through her pale skin. “So, Hemi said you want to be a doctor?”

  She tries to jerk her hand out of my grasp. “He told you that?”

  “Yeah. Says you’re real smart.”

  Her face screws up with confusion. “Really?”

  I’m uncomfortable with where this is going. She seems a little too excited hearing what Hemi thinks of her.

  The waitress drops off our salad, soda, and two plates.

  Karina seems fascinated by the little pinwheels of meat and cheese on top of the salad. She plucks one off the top with her fingers and nibbles on it before heaping forkfuls of salad onto her plate.

  We eat in silence for a while.

  “Good?” I ask her.

  “Mmhmm,” she hums, sounding pleased.

  The waitress sets up a folding metal tray stand next to the table.

  “Pizza’s comin’ better finish up,” I tease her. When the fuck did I turn into a guy who jokes around with a woman?

  She grins at me as she sets her fork down. “I love this place.”

  “You’ve never been?”

  “Nope.”

  The waitress carries out our pizza. I take the cutter from her and dish out slices for each of us. Karina picks up her fork and knife, cutting her slice into smaller pieces she then picks up with her fingers. It’s the oddest thing, but also somehow endearing.

  “I don’t want to be a doctor anymore,” she says after a while.

  “No?”

  She shakes her head. “Too much school. Too much money. Long hours. I’m thinking more like an X-ray tech or something I can finish quickly, but still make money.”

  “You do well in school?” Like the asshole I am, all I’m thinking ’bout is the fact that the
club could use someone with medical knowledge to help us out when things get rough.

  She shrugs. “I always want to do better, you know?”

  No, I really didn’t know. I hadn’t given a fuck about school, other than getting out, but I nod anyway.

  “So, what does your father do that he leaves you alone for so long?”

  She twitches and shifts in her chair before answering. “He’s a long-haul trucker.”

  Something pricks at the back of my mind. Club’s got a trucker who runs some shit for us to Santa Fe every couple weeks.

  “Where’s your mother?”

  “Dead.”

  Shit. “Sorry, baby girl.”

  She shrugs and glances away. “Happened a while ago.”

  “What else do you like to do?”

  She flicks her eyes up at me, as if she’s surprised I give a shit. Hell, I’m surprised myself, so I can’t blame her.

  “I read a lot. Hang out with my friend Athena. Nothing exciting.” Her lips curl up into a sexy smirk. “Well, until yesterday when this sexy biker picked me up.”

  After her earlier behavior, this more forward, seductive thing she’s doing is fuckin’ hot. I’m really likin’ how unpredictable my little bitch is.

  “You stayin’ with me the whole weekend?”

  The vixen is replaced with something more vulnerable. “If you want me to.”

  “Yeah, I want you to.” Hell, I’m ready to move her into my cabin permanently. Right the fuck now. But I’ll see how the weekend goes and tell her on Sunday.

  Then she says three words that make my dick rock hard the instant they leave her lips.

  “Then I’m yours.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Dante stops at a grocery store on the way back to his house. “Ain’t got much food back at the cabin, babe.”

  Not a lot of room with the bike to bring groceries back either. We get enough supplies to get us through breakfast and lunch tomorrow.

  We make it back to his cabin right as a rainstorm hits. It’s crazy because we haven’t had rain in I don’t know how long. But the sky cracks open and we’re soaked before we make it to the front door.

  I squeal, hating the feel of my wet clothes sticking to me. Dante and I tumble into the kitchen, where I help him put the groceries away. We’re both dripping water all over the floor, when he turns to me with one eyebrow raised.

  “Strip.”

  “Wha-what?” My voice quivers at the unexpected request.

  Dante leans back on the counter and folds his thick arms over his chest. “You heard me, baby girl,” he answers in that low, commanding voice that turns me to jelly.

  “Yes, daddy.”

  I yank the sweatshirt he let me borrow up and over my head and set it on the nearest counter. Next, my T-shirt. I shake wet strands of hair out of my eyes, before reaching for the button on my jeans.

  “Turn around and peel those jeans down nice and slow.”

  More heat curls in my belly. My nipples are painfully hard and it has nothing to do with the chill.

  Slowly, I turn, arching my back and peering over my shoulder as I undo the button and work my pants over my hips. Behind me, Dante groans.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Nice and slow.”

  I wiggle and tease him a little before slipping my jeans under my ass. Bending over and swaying gets a louder groan from him, so I work the material off faster. Unfortunately, everything gets tangled up in my boots and I almost tip over.

  How clumsy and embarrassing.

  I sob, on the verge of tears.

  Then Dante’s hands are on my hips. “Stuck, little girl?”

  I nod pitifully and he turns me to face him. His mouth crashes over mine, taking me in a rough kiss. Big hands wrap around my waist, carrying me to the counter and setting me down. At first, I think it’s to help me get my shoes off, but Dante has other ideas.

  “I kind of like you all bound up like this. Lie back.”

  I don’t even think about it before cool counter kisses my bare shoulder blades.

  “Stretch your arms over your head. Yeah, nice.”

  He uses my jeans as a sort of handle and lifts my legs in the air, while he frees his cock. “Stay,” he orders me, while he whips out a condom and rolls it down his thick shaft.

  I don’t move a muscle.

  He doesn’t just slam into me though. Lightly touching me, he smiles. “All wet and ready for me, baby girl?”

  A full-bodied shiver rips through me. My breath rushing in and out in horny pants. Dante just keeps on smiling. Stroking me, circling my clit with his wet, rough fingers, until I’m quivering and trembling at every touch. I’m burning with the need. But I also enjoy the way he’s playing with me, teasing me.

  “Tell me you want it,” he demands.

  “Yes, please, I want your cock so much,” I plead. My girly bits are throbbing with so much need I don’t have the decency to care about how desperate and pathetic I sounded. I just want him inside me, relieving this agonizing ache he’s stirred up.

  He doesn’t laugh, or tease me for my desperation. If anything, his expression intensifies.

  “Yeah, my baby girl wants it bad.”

  I nod frantically. “Yes.”

  His cock prods my entrance, but he doesn’t slam into me. He thrusts gently, nudging himself inside me inch by thick inch, while leaning over, staring down at me. Watching my every reaction. Another drag of his cock out and back in. Stretching me open, filling me, the friction of his cock against my sensitive skin shooting sparks of pleasure all over me. I roll my hips, arch my back to invite him deeper. When he seems satisfied I’m ready, he moves fast and wild, pounding into me over and over. The counter is slick with our sweat, and I slide a little. Dante pauses, fumbling with my shoes, ripping my jeans off my legs. He cups his hand over my shoulder, holding me in place for his punishing thrusts. I wrap my legs around his waist and hang on.

  It doesn’t take long for his cock to bring me right to the edge. Hot shivers work down my body as I reach my peak. I scream out words that make no sense, my body jerking from the orgasm tearing through me.

  Above me he shudders, opens his mouth and lets out a harsh shout. But his eyes never leave my face. His arms shake, the cords in his neck stand out, but he keeps pounding his hips wringing every last bit of pleasure from both of us.

  When he finishes, he lowers his head, touches my mouth with his. This is different from our earlier encounters. It’s tender and grateful and wonderful.

  As our heart rates slow, I’m slammed with one thought.

  I’m fucked.

  I’m so motherfucking fucked.

  This girl.

  My longtime cold, bitter heart is shattering and disintegrating. In its place is something alive, warm, and pulsing with need to possess this girl.

  I can’t afford to be warm in my life. Anything that belongs to me can be used against me.

  The thought of anyone harming her has me ready to dismember men with my bare hands. This isn’t just some weekend fuckfest. I know this. I’m already planning to move her into my goddamn house for fuck’s sake.

  “You okay, baby girl?”

  Those beautiful pink lips curve into a soft smile. “Yes. I’m more than okay.”

  Fuck, she’s sweet. I don’t want to pull out of her, but my softening cock and soggy condom say it’s time. I toss the condom in the trash and clean up. Holding my hand out to her, I pull her into a sitting position and help her off the counter.

  She stares up at me with a cute, awed expression. “My legs are shaking.”

  I can’t help laughing. “Mine too, babe.”

  Stalking over to the sink, I pull down two glasses, fill one with water, and hand it to her. She gulps it down in greedy pulls and sets the glass on the counter. As I take a few sips from my own glass, her gaze bounces around the room. As if on autopilot, she starts picking up our discarded clothes.

  “Leave it.”

  “But—”

  “L
eave. It.”

  She sets the clothes in her hand on the counter. “Okay.”

  Taking her hand, I lead her upstairs and we get ready for bed. The lights are off and I’m under the covers for a few minutes when she slides next to me. Even in the dark, I sense her hesitation. Lifting my arm out, I beckon her to me. “Come on, baby girl.”

  She nudges and nuzzles her way under my arm, throwing her leg over mine, wrapping her arm around my waist and after a few minutes falls asleep.

  The rest of the weekend is pretty much the same. We fuck. We talk. Karina cooks for us. She’s a hell of a cook, making me want her even more.

  Sunday night we’re in the living room. I’m on the couch. She’s sitting on the floor between my feet doing her homework.

  Yeah, it’s weird. But I keep reminding myself she’s eighteen.

  Every now and then I reach out and run my fingers over her hair and she hums or leans back against me. Other than that, she’s very focused on her work.

  When she finishes, she stuffs her books and notes into her backpack. “Do you have a computer I can use?”

  “Not here, babe.”

  She chews on her bottom lip. “I should have brought my laptop.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I need to submit an essay to one of my teachers.”

  “Can you do it in the morning?”

  More lip chewing. I press my thumb against her chin to get her to stop. “Yeah,” she finally answers.

  I pat the cushion, inviting her to sit next to me. A playful-smile plays over her lips.

  “I want to talk to you seriously.”

  Her playful smile disappears replaced by nervous lip biting. Once she’s sittin’ beside me, I take her hand. “I like you a lot, Karina. Want you to move in here.”

  “What?”

  “Did I stutter? I want you here. Like havin’ you around. Like your cooking. Love fuckin’ you. I don’t like you living in that neighborhood by yourself all the time. Or walking to school through that neighborhood by yourself.”

  “But I need to get to school.”

  “I’ll take care of it.”

  “My father—”

  “Your father lets you fend for yourself. He’s gone long stretches.” I reach out and trace her cheekbone with my finger, sliding down to cup her chin. “Baby girl needs to be looked after.”