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“Yes. Just hurry it up!”
He laughed, tugging his pants down. His dick sprang forward. “Come ride me, perfect Em.”
I climbed onto his thighs and let him guide me. We both groaned as we became one.
“This is gonna be hard and fast. I want to get back to our son.” He winked.
“Fine by me. I’m not gonna last long anyway.”
Danny lifted me up, then pulled me down on his steel rod.
Up and down. Up and down.
My tits bounced violently as I held onto his shoulders, chasing my orgasm. I squeaked and yelped over and over. I was sure someone would hear me.
Danny wasn’t exaggerating. He fucked me hard and fast, making me scream his name until we both came. Then he kissed me passionately until we both calmed.
If Danny hadn’t disobeyed my dad’s direct order, had not been defiant because he couldn’t resist me, we wouldn’t be together right now. Little D wouldn’t be here.
I never believed I could get the kind of wild, naughty, unapologetic love I desired with anyone other than a biker. A regular guy like my momma and dad wanted for me wasn’t exciting or dangerous enough.
I had to have a biker.
My biker was named Dodge.
22
Justin
I hadn’t planned to ever return to the Knight’s Legion MC’s compound, yet here I was in an SUV with Storm taking me to the club. Hero led the way on his bike. Track took up the rear. I didn’t deserve to be protected this way.
My heart had been hardened to the MC brotherhood, the only family I’d had for half my life. A person could do some crazy-ass shit to protect someone they love—to shelter a daughter from the evils of the world. Hell, I’d even forced her to not be with a man like her father: a biker who did illegal shit, killed when necessary, and screwed multiple women in one night.
I wasn’t proud of my actions, past or present.
I’d been focused on all the negatives, fed off them to fuel my anger and numb my heartbreak.
What did it get me?
Hell like I’d never experienced before.
And an enormous amount of regret.
After a couple of weeks in the hospital, I’d had a lot of time to think. My mind was finally free of the drugs Tami had been supplying me to cope with my angry daughter and bear the hatred in her eyes when she looked at me. I saw how I’d been worse than any of the bikers I’d called brother. The realization of it slashed me wide open.
How does a father come back from what I’d done to my little girl?
Would she ever forgive me? Let me be in her life—in my grandson’s life after I was the reason he was in danger?
Fuck. I didn’t deserve Emilee’s mercy or kindness.
I lowered my gaze to my missing hand to blink away the moisture in my eyes. I’d understand if Emilee told me to go to hell. But I knew she wouldn’t. She had more of her mother in her than me. My Laura had forgiven me an obscene amount of times.
In my twenties, I’d been a shitty person. I wasn’t in love with Laura when I’d gotten her pregnant. Married her out of obligation, then screwed around on her out of resentment. After a few years, around Emilee’s fourth birthday, I’d gotten over myself and fell deeply in love with Laura. I’d begged her forgiveness and repented for all my sins.
The following six or so years were the happiest of our lives, then my sweet Laura was diagnosed with triple-negative breast cancer. When Emilee was twelve, Laura left us to sing with the angels. Losing her was the worst kind of punishment. I only survived because of Emilee. If I lost my daughter too, I’d have nothing to live for.
There was no excuse for my actions. I’d lost my mind. Tormented over failing Laura. I’d promised her before she died that our little girl wouldn’t end up a biker.
