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Biker's Baby Girl(7)

By:Jordan Silver


It wasn’t easy but eventually I got myself under control enough to stop thinking about what was between her legs. The fact that she was more to me than a quick lay may have had something to do with that. Whatever it was, I was able to pull myself back, rein myself in and think of something else.





When I’d timed out of the army a couple years ago I already knew what it was that I wanted to do with my life. I’d used Uncle Sam to farther my education of course, and the only expenditures I’d had while serving was her upkeep. Everything else I’d socked away for the day I got out.

I had a nice nest egg at the end of my journey with the army, which I took and invested in my own bike shop. With all the discounts and other incentives given to veterans I came out on top and hadn’t had to dip too heavily into my savings.

I didn’t even have to touch the little fund I’d started for her way back when. Her college fund was gonna go to something else, I don’t know what yet, since she’d received a full scholarship. My baby is a smart fuck.

My thing was always to have something to leave for her if something should happen to me. I hadn’t given much thought to her future other than school and a career. The idea of a husband and kids never really entered my mind. I just had it down on paper and in my head that she was always gonna be mine, and therefore I was always going to be responsible for her.

Two and a half years ago when I saw that look of longing in her eighteen year old eyes I’d ran back to my hometown. Days later when I couldn’t get it out of my mind, I’d given it some thought and decided that I wasn’t going to do anything to influence her, but I was going to watch from afar.

I’d been harboring a serious hard on for her since then, but I have more control than to take advantage of the young girl who’d been dependent on me her whole life.

Instead I made a deal with myself. If she was still single at twenty-one I was gonna take her no matter the fuck what. Now I know that that’s a lie. I would’ve moved anyone out of the way to get to her. Thank fuck it hadn’t come to that.

In all these years she’d never even hinted at a boy, and she’d never really outgrown that sweet shy thing she had going on that made me want to wrap her up in cotton balls and keep her safe.

I’d kept my ears to the ground and selfishly hoped that she never fell for any of the little fuckers who were always sniffing around her. It had taken everything in me not to beat the fuck outta the kid who’d asked her to prom, but she’d turned him down, she wanted to go with me.

I maybe should’ve talked her out of it, but what the fuck, I’ve never been one for guile. In the end I’d taken her to prom, which made her the envy of all her little girlfriends if I do say so myself.

And when the same kid had given her shit later about it and someone had given me a heads-up, I’d dropped in on him for a nice little chat. That little fuck never had much to say to her after that.

After the prom I’d gone back to keeping my distance, even though I must’ve studied the million and one pictures I’d insisted we take that night, a hundred times or more.

By then I was a selfish bastard who wanted all her firsts to be mine. As much as I stayed away, I lived for the days she’d call me, so that just the sound of her voice could soothe the beast.

We still had a standing appointment to talk on the phone every Sunday night no matter where I was, and I travelled a lot, and was always up to some fuckery. It kept me from going crazy for want of her.

But no matter what was going on in my life, I always made time for her, she always knew that she came first; at least I hope she did. It was because of her that I’d taken up the cause I had, freeing young girls from fucked up situations.

My boys and I basically travelled the country wherever there was a need and put douches in their fucking place.

We like to put a beat down on any asshole who thinks it’s cool to abuse or in any way fuck with the female of the species. In two years we’d built such a rep for ourselves that we now had a backlog.

I’d found someone trust worthy to run the shop, which was the crew’s main source of income, along with the few apartment buildings I’d bought for cheap and cleaned up.

I had more money now than I’d ever dreamed of, but realized early on that the shit was only good for but so much. It couldn’t erase the ugly that was some people, and it couldn’t remove the pain. It did have its purposes though, and I was waiting not too patiently to shower her with all the shit it could buy.

Everything I did was with her in mind. I never wanted her to be that helpless little girl again, and me being me back then there was no guarantee that I’d always be around to protect her. Lately though I’ve been thinking really hard about a long life. A life with her and my kids!

It was the first fucking dream I’d ever allowed myself, the only one I haven’t tried to kill at its inception. As the day of her twenty-first birthday drew near it was all I could do to stay the fucking course. I’d been lining shit up in my head almost everyday, when I wasn’t killing myself to stay busy until the time came.

It figures that as soon as the time drew near my patience was at an end. But I made myself hold on for her, and because of the secret promise I’d made myself. I told myself she was worth waiting for, and that if I could hang in there until D-day, well then I would’ve proven just that to myself, and in the bargain, proven that she meant more to me than the rest.

Then word had come through late last night from my boy Law that the aunt’s piece a shit racist fuck boyfriend had been going into her room at night. Word was that he hadn’t struck as yet, but I wasn’t gonna give the fucker the chance. I’d been on the road not long after I’d heard that fuckery, not even taking time to safeguard my own shit; she comes first always.

I don’t even want to remember the way I felt when I heard that shit. If the asshole had been standing in front of me then he would’ve been dust. The idea that he’d even looked at her beauty was his death sentence. No one else was supposed to lay eyes on that but me, the fuck.

I couldn’t just go around offing motherfuckers though, I had too much to live for and a hell of a lot to look forward to. But there were still plenty of ways to deal with his ilk, and I knew them all. I just needed to get her to safety, though it was hard as fuck not retaliating right here and now.

I’d been so focused on what laid ahead for her and I that my head had even cooled a little where he was concerned. I didn’t expect that shit to last too long though, just thinking about what the fuck he had in mind when he was standing over her was enough to make me say fuck it and just do the fuck.

I flicked off the water and hoped like fuck that she was asleep by the time I made it back out there. My cock was tenting the towel and I hadn’t had the presence of mind to bring shorts with me, since I usually slept in the raw, so there was no way to hide it.

She was gonna have to get used to me like this soon anyway, so I just tightened the shit around my hips just in case she was still up. Hopefully he doesn’t pull one of his moves and slip through the cracks. My boy’s a pussy hound and he’s been hounding this particular gash for way too fucking long.

Of course she was wide-awake with the TV on, sitting in the middle of the bed Indian fashion with her hair in pigtails. Her innocence almost made me weep as I just stood there looking down at her, while the glow from the screen highlighted her cheekbones; willing myself not to look any lower.

My dick was already leaking like a fucking faucet, not that he had been acting any different since I’d entered the house earlier and got my first look at her in almost three years. I was giving some serious thought to sleeping under the stars tonight to preserve her virginity. I had about an ounce of self-control left and that’s being generous.

She felt my stare and turned those slanted orbs my way, and not for the first time I wondered what kind of beauty her mother had to be, because the old man hadn’t been much to look at.

In fact, after I’d had her for three or four years I’d done an extensive search to make sure that she really was his, and it turns out she was. But I still didn’t know anything about the mom, and all the aunt would say was that she was a bitch.

Law had helped me out there too by finding out that the dad had been part of a crew a few towns over. From there I’d learned that her mom had been one of the sheep, one of those women who follow crews around and are shared among the men who were interested. He’d knocked her up at an early age, before she had run off and left the kid behind.

I never told her anything about her mom and had forbid Dee to tell her anything negative about the missing woman, but I was sure now that she’d probably been doing just that behind my back, the hag.

It was late but neither of us seemed ready to sleep, and since fucking wasn’t on the menu tonight I decided to go with the next best thing.

“You hungry babygirl?” She smiled and nodded and I picked up the menu on the little side table that said twenty- four-hour room service. “What do you want?” She shrugged her shoulders and picked at the sheet under her.

I never made much of her shy behavior before, but something about it bothered me now. After all the horror stories I’d heard in the last couple years I was always suspicious of shit, what if this wasn’t the first time someone had fucked with her? What if…my gut dropped at the mere thought but what if?