Demanding Biker Daddy, page 1
Demanding Biker Daddy
BIG BAD MC CURVY LITTLE SOULMATES SERIES
PENNY SNOAK
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
ALSO BY PENNY SNOAK
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER ONE
Myra
"Are you going to the motorcycle show this weekend?" Julia asked, and she followed me down the hallway and out of the school. "I heard that they're going to have a drawing for some kind of door prize." I was not exactly amused at the idea of running a door prize from a motorcycle club. I tried to rub my neck casually, trying not to let on that she was already
"I've got a lot of work to do this weekend," I said, indicating the backpack on my back. "If I'm going to graduate a semester early, I've got to keep up on my school work." Julia rolled her eyes and shook her head as she followed me out to the car, looking disappointed as she did so.
"You know, everyone says that senior year is supposed to be about having fun," she commented as she climbed into the car so that I could drive her home. "Aren't you afraid that if you don't have any fun now, you're not going to have any fun for the rest of your life?" I raised an eyebrow at her as I glanced in her direction before pulling my sunglasses out of the center console and putting them on my face.
Life has never been about having fun, and, as my best friend, she should know better. She's seen me through so much in the last year, and the fact that she keeps forgetting my circumstances still irritates me on a regular basis. Of course, I couldn't blame her for her naiveté. After all, it wasn't her fault I didn't have my parents around.
As soon as I turned eighteen over the summer, my parents disappeared into the world and had yet to come back, leaving me with their house and bills. Thankfully, the house was fully paid off, but I still needed electricity in order to continue living there. I guess they claimed to friends around town that I was going to take care of the house while they were gone because no one ever bothered me about it, but it was pretty hard without any help.
Of course, Julia was right. As I was supposed to be about having fun and making memories, how could I when I didn't have anyone to keep the lights on? I had to get a part-time job at the local library in order to afford the bills that came with staying at home without sacrificing my education. As long as I wasn't ignoring the guests, I was allowed to do my homework while I worked and that had been a huge lifesaver.
Julia had been my best friend since grade school and between the two of us, she had a pretty easy life. She had both her parents, who were lawyers in the city about an hour away from here, and she was always pretty well off. Even though she didn't see her parents after school, they still made sure she had more money to do whatever she wanted after school. As well, they could spend at least a little bit of time together before going to bed. This was a life that I wished for myself, and, as much as I hated to admit it, I was jealous of her.
"Are you at least coming over after work tonight?" she asked, still sounding as sweet and naive as always. "It's our weekly movie night, and my parents would love to have you come over." I was about to respond when my stomach growled, practically answering the question for me.
Movie night meant all the food I could eat with no judgement and a chance to relax as we watched our favorite movies before going to bed at midnight. Even though I would have to be up at eight in the morning to get to work the following day, I didn't mind. These movie nights gave me a chance to act like a kid once more without feeling too guilty.
"Of course," I agreed, with a grateful smile on my face. "I'll be by when I get off work." I just need to stop by the house and get a few things. " Julia nodded as she stared out the front window, looking lost in thought, before finally responding.
"Have you given any more thought to the offer they made you?" she asked, catching me off guard. "About staying with us until your parents come back and take back the house." I felt my heart stop dead in my chest as the heat rose up inside me, making me feel sick to my stomach.
Of course, I had thought about it and desperately wanted to. My parents always left me alone at a young age and when I was thirteen I had to get a job at the library even though they didn't hire people until sixteen in order to make sure I had the money for food. Everyone in town knew that I had been taking care of myself since I was little and did everything they could to help me. Any time CPS got involved, my parents would magically show up and paint the picture of the perfect family until they left. Then they'd be right back out of my life. Now that I was eighteen, CPS couldn't help me anymore.
"Honestly, I don't know," I admitted as I glanced back over at her. "Normally, I would leap at the opportunity, but I'm eighteen now. I need to start looking out for myself without relying on everyone for help." Julia grew annoyed by this and shook her head.
"You've been taking care of yourself since you were ten years old," she reminded me firmly. "You've never relied on anyone but yourself, and it's already cost you your entire childhood. What your parents are doing and have been doing for years is messed up, and the fact that you refuse to accept help when you clearly need it is baloney." She stopped for a moment, and I could see the tears in her eyes. "It's okay to accept some help, you know…" Feeling guilty for upsetting her, I opened my mouth to respond when the front of my hood suddenly flew up in front of us with a loud bang, and I quickly pulled over to the side, cursing my luck.
"No!" I shouted once I was safely on the shoulder of the road and got out of my vehicle to check on the engine, which was still steaming. Julia followed me, and I nearly dropped to my knees when I realized that my engine was messed up. "What am I going to do?" Julia hugged me close, her body still trembling from the fear that had consumed her due to the situation, and gave me a small reassuring smile.
"We could call that mechanic on the outskirts of town," she suggested, and my heart sank. "I hear they're the best in town."
CHAPTER TWO
Drake
"Are you busy right now?" Adam asked as soon as he saw me sitting on the couch in the living room of the main house on the compound with my eyes glued to the baseball game. As much as I wanted to say something sarcastic, I decided that it was best not to and shook my head, turning my full attention towards him.
"What's up?" I was curious when I saw the worried expression on his face. "Is something wrong?" He took a deep breath and shook his head.
"We just got a call in the shop about two young women broken down on the side of the road not far from the high school," he explained casually. "It sounds pretty serious and I wanted to know if you would come with me so we could tow the vehicle back to the shop." The idea of helping two young women in distress was more than enough motivation for me and I learned to my feet, completely forgetting about the fact that the Rockies were losing to the Mets.
Even though this town was boring at times, the opportunity to spice up my life by meeting someone new and possibly having a little fun broke the monotony that had become evident in my life and made it exciting once more. Of course, I never went for anyone under the age of eighteen, but I always felt that the younger the girls were, the better.
"Don't get too excited," Adam cautioned, his face stern as he shook his head at me. "For all we know, these are underage girls, and you know the rules." I laughed as I waved a hand dismissively at him, trying not to seem interested in what he was implying.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I told him. "I'm just glad to have something better to do than watch the Rockies lose. This hasn't been a very good season." Even though he didn't look fully convinced, Adam didn't say anything else, and I followed him out of the main house and into the cool September air.
Say what you will about Colorado, but I enjoyed living here between the fresh mountain air and the fact that the weather could change from scorching hot to cool as a cucumber. I really enjoyed living here. It was much better than Texas, where it was practically scorching hot all year round, and California, where everyone seemed to be trying to become famous, but in this quiet little town that we had decided to settle in, everyone kept to themselves, and life was perfect.
The only disadvantage was the fact that those who grew up here never seemed to want to stay and those who stayed always had family and friends they wanted to stay here for. Not that I minded, of course. It made sure I had plenty of people to be with and I got my kicks whenever I wanted. After all, most of the people coming and going were always young and looking to try new things.
"I'll take the tow truck if you want to follow me in the van," Adam suggested once we got to the warehouse that doubled as the auto repair shop. I gave a charming smile as I nodded my head.
"You have all the tools you need?" I asked as I started towards the key cabinet. "Or are you wanting me to take the tool van?" Adam thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.
"Just take the transport van," he told me. "I think they might need a ride home from the school." I shrugged and grabbed the keys off the hook before starting towards the van.
For a small town, this was a pretty regular occurrence. Someone would break down on the side of the road and would need a ride home because their parents were still at work, either in the city or downtown by the park. I never understood why they would build the high school so far away from the rest of the town, but it didn't matter to me. This was a free service we provided to almost anyone who needed it in order to maintain a good relationship with the town.
By the time I reached the van, Adam had already started up the tow truck and was pulling around to the side of the compound next to the main road. I immediately climbed in and started up the vehicle, not wanting to lose sight of him for even a second. Much to my amazement, Adam decided to wait until I was right behind him before pulling out onto the main road, and we were off to rescue the woman who called in.
By the time we passed the high school, we were both keeping an eye out for anyone with car trouble, not wanting to accidentally speed by and have to double back. Even worse, if they decided to try to get us to stop and we weren't paying attention, they could get hurt, and we would be in a world of trouble. Either way, it was always better to be safe than sorry.
The moment I saw Adam slow to a stop and pull over to the side of the road was the moment I realized that he had found the people who called for us. I slowed to a stop a good distance from him, allowing him plenty of room to pull out or turn around if needed. As soon as he climbed out of the vehicle, I turned off the van and got out to follow him.
"Are you ladies okay?" I heard him ask before I reached the tow truck, and I could hear the low, high-pitched voices of two women talking to him as I rounded the tow truck and smiled.
Of course, they were high school students, and they were two of the most beautiful women in the world, especially the taller one with the dark hair that was pulled back into the ponytail high on her head. Her sunglasses looked dangerously close to falling off her face, and my cock was already throbbing in anticipation as I recognized her as the librarian that I had had my eyes on for the last few weeks.
CHAPTER THREE
Myra
Of course, my vehicle needed to be towed right back to the compound and I felt my heart sink as soon as Adam, the mechanic who had arrived on the tow truck, confirmed that I had blown my gasket and messed up the radiator. My head was spinning as I realized just how expensive it was going to be to fix it and I wanted to cry when he said that he would have the estimate by tomorrow.
By this time, I had already called the library and informed my boss that I was going to be a little late due to having broken down on the side of the road. Of course, rather than telling me to come in when I could, they told me to take the day off and promised that they would allow me to work extra hours over the weekend. Not that it would have helped. I still had my school work to think of.
Even though I was terrified of the people who lived at the compound where Adam and the other driver had come from, everybody in town seemed to trust them, especially Julia's parents, whom she had already called. After hearing everything that had happened, including the fact that I was given the day off, they insisted that we allow them to give us both a ride back to Julia's house and would take me to my house to get what I needed later. While Julia seemed perfectly calm and willing to go through with it, I was a nervous wreck with far too much on my mind.
When the car was hooked up to the back of the truck, we watched the tow truck make a U-turn and start back in the compound, and Julia pulled me towards the transport van, a white van with the name of the garage painted on the side. If it hadn't been for the windows, it would have looked like that white van kidnappers drove. Shouldering my backpack, which had everything from my car except the important documents that needed to stay in the vehicle, I followed Julia to the car and I had to admit that he was the sexiest man I had ever seen. However, he was old enough to be my father. Also, I could tell by the extreme amounts of tattoos up and down his arms that he was a member of the motorcycle club that I was so afraid of.
The driver didn't say anything the entire time he drove us to Julia's house, and I was grateful for that. Instead, while Julia was on the phone with her mother, I stared out the window, letting all the fear and anxiety that was coursing through my veins run its course. Of course, the situation was over already and I didn't have to worry anymore about how I was going to get us safely to Julia's house, but at the same time, I was still filled with anxiety.
That's why I jumped at the chance to pay for driver's ed and get my license. My old bike couldn't take that kind of abuse any longer, and no one in town sold bicycles.
"Hey, Mom and Dad are home early," Julia commented as soon as we pulled up to her house, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Mr. and Mrs. Andrews climb out of their vehicle and hurry to meet us as the driver pulled up in front of the house.
"There you two are," Mrs. Andrews said as she threw open the back door and let us out of the vehicle. She smothered us both with hugs while fighting back tears, and I stood there stiff and uncomfortable as I let her hold me. "We were so worried about you when you called that we hurried back as fast as we could. I'm so glad you both made it back safe." Meanwhile, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Andrews talking to the driver, and I swore I saw him pass a wad of cash to him, almost as if thanking him for the trouble.
The driver risked a glance back at us, and I saw a strange look in his eyes, almost as if he had wished for something more. His eyes met mine, but my vision was blocked whenever Mr. Andrews made his way around the vehicle and towards us. By the time Mr. Andrews had moved out of the way, the driver had pulled away and was driving away while Mrs. Andrews started talking to her husband.
"Let's get you both inside," Mr. Andrews said when Mrs. Andrews finally let go of me. "You both must be freezing… Julia, didn't I tell you to take a jacket with you?" I chuckled as I listened to Julia get chastised by her parents and followed them inside, amazed at how normal the situation felt but also a little depressed when I remembered that even though they were the closest thing to family I had, there was no way I would ever be one of them.
"Oh, Myra, I almost forgot," Mrs. Andrews said as she turned around to face me. "Have you spoken to your parents recently? I've been trying to get back in contact with them so that I can ask them about transferring the car to you so you can put the insurance under your name as well." I felt my heart sink as I lowered my gaze, knowing that I couldn't hide my situation from her any longer.
"I haven't seen them since my eighteenth birthday," I informed her. "They haven't called or anything, and I'm starting to get worried." Her jaw dropped as she stared at me in disbelief.
"What about the house and everything else?" she asked, sounding appalled at the idea of me living there alone. "What's going on with that?" Defeated, I shrugged my shoulders.
"They said I could stay as long as I needed, but I had to pay all the bills myself," I informed her. "I've been making due with the job I have, though. As long as I keep my job and keep up on my studies, I'll be able to graduate a semester early and get a full-time job." Both Mr. and Mrs. Andrews exchanged looks, and I saw the concern on their faces as Mr. Andrews turned to look at me.
"Myra, I know that you're eighteen now, but I think we would all feel a lot better if you stayed with us until we can figure everything out," he told me. "That way, you can save your money and not have to worry about walking to town every day."
CHAPTER FOUR
Drake
"Good morning," Chase said as he came down the stairs and entered the kitchen. I grumbled in annoyance as I waved in acknowledgment at him, my eyes still trained on my coffee.
Of course, the two girls I helped Adam with had been under the care of Charles and Janet Andrews, the best lawyers in town. I found out that the librarian, whose name was Myra Taylor, was eighteen and not their child, but I decided not to make a move just yet. After all, she was still in high school and that was always a pretty touchy subject when it came to lawyers.
When Adam and I finally came back last night, I found that it was impossible to keep my mind off of the gorgeous young woman and needed to let off some steam. So, with nothing better to do, I had gone to the bar and gotten drunk off my ass. When I finally woke up this morning, I was in bed with some college student who was staying at the motel. She was nothing in comparison to Myra Taylor, but I already knew how I got when I got drunk. After making sure that I had everything I needed, I did the walk of shame all the way back to the compound.
