Savage Daddy, page 2
This guy was quiet. He kept to himself, and didn’t complain about the boys making noise. Maybe he was a deep sleeper.
Please let him be a deep sleeper.
Why did he have to be so goddamn gorgeous, though? He had bad boy written all over him. So far out of her league it wasn’t funny.
The librarian and the tattooed, bearded biker.
Never going to happen in real life.
Also, he seemed really put out at having to talk to her. He hadn’t even told her his name.
Kind of rude, really.
“And he eats cows,” Buster said, his voice filled with disgust. “Who does that?”
“Lots of people,” Ethan said dryly.
“Buster,” she said. “You know we’ve had this talk.”
“Still doesn’t mean it’s right, Livvy,” he mumbled.
“I know, sweetheart. Please try to stay away from our neighbor. I’m sure we’re enough of a nuisance to him as it is.”
Ethan waited until Buster left to give her a serious look. “You should stay away from him, Livvy.”
“What? Why would you say that?”
“I think he’s part of a gang.”
“What?” It shouldn’t surprise her. In this neighborhood, most people were in or affiliated with a gang. But she hadn’t seen any signs of that.
Well, there were all his tattoos. Were some of them gang tattoos?
“He wore one of those leather vests with the arms cut off when he left the other night on his bike. It had Iron Shadows written on the back.”
“I’ve never heard of that gang.”
“I just think you should be careful.”
“I will be, Ethan. Now, what do you want for dinner? Spaghetti, fried rice, or grilled cheese?”
He didn’t complain that they basically had the same choices each night. When you were broke and had one kid who wouldn’t eat meat, then you kind of ran out of options. She worried about their health constantly. But at least they got free meals at school for lunch.
“Spaghetti.”
“All right. Come on, Wyatt. Come help me cook some dinner.”
And hopefully, she’d forget about her next-door neighbor. And his sexy tattoos and huge hands. She had a thing for hands. She wondered if he was any good with his hands.
A shiver ran through her at the thought.
Bad Livvy.
Like she had time for a sex life. She didn’t even date. She didn’t have time. She had three boys to raise.
On her own.
She could do this.
She had no choice.
She had to.
* * *
Later that night, Livvy climbed into her bed with a sigh of relief. The sheets were cheap, but she’d washed them enough to make them soft. And she’d found the Rainbow Brite bedspread at a thrift store, snatching it up.
She wondered what her neighbor was doing right now.
Sheesh, stalker much, Livvy?
She glanced over at the clock. Nearly eleven. Six hours until she had to get up and start all over again.
Why did she even bother to go to sleep? In a few hours, Wyatt would wake her up. He slept in the tiny bedroom next to hers, while the boys slept in another bedroom down the hall.
She rolled over, her mind drifting to her neighbor. He was grouchy. Blunt. And hot as hell.
Piercing blue eyes and a well-kept beard. Long dark-blond hair that he tied back. Tattoos everywhere. Well, she’d like to know if they went everywhere. And those hands. Large and rough-looking. Lord. Help. Her.
She felt her body stirring and she pressed her thighs together. Why him? Why did the first man that her body reacted to since Mike have to be him? Someone who was so obviously not interested in her?
She didn’t know, but as she reached a hand under her nightie, she shuddered. Her nipples were hard nubs and she pinched them lightly, letting out a low moan. She could feel her pussy growing wet, and she knew she wouldn’t go to sleep unless she did something.
Hopping up, she locked her door, then grabbed her vibrator out of the top drawer. She’d hidden it under a pile of panties and bras. Little fingers liked to get into everything. But she figured her bras and panties were safe. She touched the case that held her pacifier. She hadn’t been using it lately, which might be why she wasn’t sleeping that well.
She’d been trying to do without it, since she was basically a mother now. She had to grow up.
Because it’s so grown up to sleep under a Rainbow Brite bedspread.
Shut up, rational voice.
Lying back on the bed, she moved her panties to one side then turned the vibrator on, pressing it lightly to her clit.
She tried to stifle her moan. That felt so good. This was going to be over with quickly. Moving the vibrator down, she started to slowly push it inside her.
Fuck, even though she was sopping wet, it was a tight fit.
That’s it, baby. Open those legs nice and wide. Take me inside you. Look at you, fucking my dick.
Holy. Fuck.
Since when did her vibrator start talking to her? And it sounded like her neighbor.
That’s it, fuck, girl. Take me deep. Such a good girl.
Another moan escaped as she drove the vibrator slowly in and out of her passage. With her other hand, she rubbed at her clit. Her breathing quickened. She tried to prolong it, but it was too hard. She was hungry for more.
She drove over the edge, crying out as her hips bucked, her entire body shuddering.
Fuck.
She relaxed on the bed, breathing heavily. Was it terrible that that was the best orgasm of her life?
Probably.
* * *
Sav ran his hand up and down his thick cock. Fuck, it wasn’t going to take much for him to come. The sound of his next-door neighbor making herself come was sexy as hell.
She wasn’t his type. Not even close. Yet, something in her breathy moans made his dick so hard, and he’d known he wouldn’t sleep unless he did something.
He moved his hand harder, faster, imagining her hand around his shaft, her mouth taking him deep. He’d have her on her knees in front of him. A mirror behind her so he could stare at her ass as he fucked her mouth. As he commanded her to swallow all of him down. Promised punishment if she missed a drop.
Fuck.
She’d run a mile if she knew any of his fantasies, what a commanding, controlling ass he could be.
But this was his fucking fantasy.
And she’d do as she was told.
He bit down on his lip as he came over his hand.
Fuck, that was the best orgasm he’d had in years.
2
“You coming for a drink at Reaper’s tonight?”
Sav glanced over at Razor, who was wiping his hands on a rag to clean them.
It had been less than two months since his repair and custom-built motorbike business had been set on fire by a disgruntled employee. But Razor hadn’t lost any time in rebuilding. The new garage was set to open in another eight weeks and they’d be able to leave this temporary building they’d been working out of.
He opened his mouth to say yes, then shook his head. Razor gave him a surprised look. Yeah, he’d been spending a lot of time at Reaper’s bar lately.
So why wasn’t he jumping on going tonight? Why did he feel this pull to go home? There was nothing there for him except a six-pack of beer and another steak.
Fuck, his life was pathetic.
But it was better to be quiet and keep out of shit that didn’t involve him. Especially until he’d served out his parole.
“Daddy, I’m ready,” Tabby called out as she exited the office. She came to a stop as she saw Sav standing there.
“Oh, Sav, hi. I didn’t know anyone else was here still.” Her cheeks were bright red as she avoided his gaze and moved closer to Razor. She set her bag down on the floor.
“Relax, Tabby-baby,” Razor told her in a low voice. “Sav knows I’m your Daddy. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“It’s still embarrassing,” she said in a high squeak. “What if a client had been out here?”
“Last week, I had a client who called his wife muffin,” Sav said dryly. “And another one who kept calling his bike, baby girl. I don’t think anyone would blink around here. Definitely not me. Okay?” He bent down, trying to catch her gaze. She gave him a grateful smile.
“Come on, Tabby-baby. Let’s get to the bar so you and your girls can squeal over those wedding magazines you spent a fortune on.”
She stared up at Razor in chagrin. “Did I spend too much money?”
“What? No!” Razor grasped hold of her chin. “You can spend as much as you like on those magazines. They make you happy and that’s all that matters.”
“But we have the expense of the new garage and a wedding to pay for. I don’t need these magazines—”
“Baby, enough.” Razor kissed her. “We are fine. You don’t need to worry about our finances. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She shot Sav another look, but he just winked at her.
“Why don’t you two head out? I’ll lock up,” he offered.
“Are you coming to Reaper’s?” Tabby asked, bending over to grab her large handbag that was filled with magazines.
“Nah, I’ll head home.”
“Everything all right?” she asked, watching him worriedly. Razor reached over and grabbed the bag from her. “Oh, I have it.”
“Give it to me,” Razor ordered quietly. “It’s heavy and your back will get sore.”
It made Sav think of his next-door neighbor. He wondered if her back got sore carrying around the baby.
Not my problem.
“Sav?” Tabby asked.
What? Oh, right.
“Yeah, fine,” he said gruffly.
Razor sent him a look that clearly told him to watch his tone around his girl. Razor was protective of Tabby. Not that Sav blamed him. If he had a woman . . . but no, that wasn’t in the cards for him. His life was still too much of a mess.
He had nothing to offer a girl. He hadn’t been anyone’s Daddy or boyfriend for years. Wasn’t sure he’d make a good one. And until he was sure, he was steering clear.
He also knew he’d be super protective. Anything happening to a woman under his protection would likely be enough to snap his control.
“Everything is fine. Just tired.”
Tabby gave him a sweet smile.
“Let’s go,” Razor said. “We’re all finished here.”
Sav walked out with them just as a dark SUV drove past.
“I swear that same car drove past just a few hours ago,” Tabby said with a frown.
Razor stilled, looking at the SUV, which turned right at the end of the street.
“Could just be someone that works around here,” Sav offered.
Razor nodded with a frown. With everything that had happened over the last year, Sav got why Razor might feel suspicious.
Razor guided Tabby to his truck. He lifted her in, then fastened her belt. She ran her fingers over his hand in thanks.
He didn’t want that. Didn’t need it.
Then why did he feel a tinge of jealousy? And why did his neighbor’s face swim through his mind? That was ridiculous. She wasn’t even close to his type.
And he was certain she felt the same way about him.
Sav started up his bike, heading out. Sometimes, the only time he felt free was on his bike. It reminded him that he was alive.
About five minutes from his place, he spotted them. Shit. Why couldn’t he have taken a different route home?
He could just drive past.
Drive past and leave his neighbor on the side of the road with her three kids when it was getting cold and time for dinner.
Even he wasn’t that much of an asshole.
Slowing down, he turned and rode back to them. It didn’t surprise him that her rust-filled car had broken down. It looked like it was on its last legs.
Pulling up, he studied the kids. The baby was in her arms, as usual. Buster had a scraped knee, a dirty face, and was currently digging in the grass next to the footpath. The older boy was glaring at Sav. He had a phone in his hand.
Calling a tow truck?
“Hey,” he called out after turning off his bike.
Livvy stared at him, looking surprised and relieved.
He hadn’t been sure how she’d react to him stopping. She must be feeling desperate to look relieved.
“Thank you for stopping.”
He nodded as he climbed off his bike. “What’s wrong?”
“The car overheated,” the older boy said suspiciously. He moved closer to his mother. “But I’m on top of it. I’m just finding someone to tow it.”
He raised an eyebrow. How old could this kid possibly be?
“The temperature gauge was high and it started smoking,” Livvy explained, placing her free hand on the boy’s shoulder. “So, I pulled over. I didn’t think I should keep driving.”
“You look at the motor?” he asked, moving to the front of the car.
“Ah, no. I don’t really know what to look for.”
“I told you I’d check, Livvy,” the older boy said. “I could look it up online.”
Livvy? Was she not their mom?
They all looked similar with blonde hair and brown eyes. But it wasn’t his business either way.
“Pop the hood,” he demanded, his voice coming out grouchier than he’d intended.
“Do you know something about cars?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“Oh, good. Thank you.” She opened the driver’s side and pressed a button to pop up the hood. He took a look, checking the water and oil. Damn.
With a sigh, he shut the hood. “Looks like you’ve blown the head gasket.”
“That doesn’t sound good. It’s not, is it?”
“Yeah. But it might cost more than your car is worth.”
“Oh.” She went so pale for a moment that he worried she was going to pass out. He tensed, ready to grab her and the kid. But then she seemed to catch sight of the two boys staring up at her. She offered them a cheerful smile. “That’s okay. We can sort that out. No problem.”
“Livvy, how do you know what he said is true? He could be trying to trick us,” the oldest boy said.
“Trick you?” Sav asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why would I do that, kid?”
“I don’t know. But you could be.”
“I’m sure he’s not, Ethan,” she said quietly, brushing her hand over his shoulder. “But it’s not for you to worry about, all right? Can you and Buster get your school stuff out of the car?”
Ethan shot him a suspicious look before he turned to Buster. “Come on, Buster. Get your stuff.”
“Have you killed any cows lately, mister?” Buster asked, glaring up at Sav.
“Not today,” Sav replied mildly.
“You shouldn’t kill things.” Buster waved his finger at Sav before his brother pulled him away.
“I’m so sorry,” Livvy said, offering him an apologetic smile. Again, she couldn’t meet his eyes. Damn it, he should be used to intimidating people. He should be grateful that he did scare her. It would keep her away.
“Ethan is a bit over-protective,” she explained.
“How old is he?”
“Eight. I really appreciate you stopping to help us. Do you think my car will be all right here until I get someone to tow it?”
“No one’s going to steal this car,” he told her bluntly, feeling like an ass as she winced.
“I guess not.”
Be nicer, asshole. You do remember how, right?
“I work at a garage, but we deal with bikes. Mostly making custom ones. However, I know a mechanic with a tow truck. He’d give you a good deal.”
It was obvious she didn’t have a lot of money. Probably expensive to raise three kids on her own.
“That would be amazing. Thank you so much. I don’t know any mechanics.”
“You’ve never had to take this in for repairs?” he asked skeptically.
“Oh, my brother-in-law used to fix it for me. Before.”
Before? Before what? Where was he now?
“If you give me your phone number, I’ll get Atlas to call you tomorrow.”
“Thanks again. I really appreciate it.” She rattled off her phone number and he put it into his phone.
“I don’t know if you should give him your number, Livvy,” Ethan said suspiciously. “He might use it to bully you.”
“Oh. Uh,” she said, looking uncertain about what to say.
“Or to stalk you,” he added.
“First of all, kid, I’ve never bullied anyone, won’t start with your . . .”
“Aunt,” she supplied quietly.
Right. That answered one question. Not that he cared.
Nope. None of his business why she was raising her nephews.
“Secondly, I know where she lives. Don’t need her phone number to bully or stalk her.”
Her eyes went wide at that.
“Not that I want to do either of those things.”
“Right. Well,” she said with a false cheer, “let’s get the car locked and head home.”
“How?” he asked as she pulled out the baby’s car seat and a huge bag. She wrapped the bag over her shoulder and held the car seat under one arm. The baby was on her other hip. The boys each carried a backpack and their booster seats.
“We’ll walk, of course. Thanks again, Mr . . .”
He ignored that. “You’re not walking.”
She blinked at him.
“See what I mean?” Ethan said quietly. “He’s going to bully you.”
“I’m not bullying her, kid. But you can’t walk home alone. It’s dark and cold. Where is your jacket?”
All the kids had jackets, but she was just wearing one of those sack dresses again. And it looked thin.
“I’m fine. I don’t feel the cold.”
“That’s not true, Livvy,” Buster said. “You’re always complaining about being cold.”
“Buster,” she said quietly. “Not now.”
