Biker's Baby Girl

He’d since lost his family so he probably didn’t remember that long ago night and what had been said. If he did he never once brought it up. Not that I was worried about being judged, Law now had his own young bride and from what little he’d told me, he wasn’t in any better shape than me.

I had one glaring problem that I could see, and that was the men around me. My life was one of hard living and the men and women I surrounded myself with were of that ilk.

I’ve never denied anyone anything, by that I mean I’ve casted off many a female before who’d moved on to someone else in the crew. It’s just the way of these things. Some innocent soul might lose his life over this one though. I’m pretty sure if any one of those fucks looked at her cross-eyed they might lose that eye.

I’ve never had occasion before now to worry overmuch about my life choices, but now with her, things were going to be different. I couldn’t subject her to the same bullshit I’d let the other skirts endure. I know for damn sure there wouldn’t be any moving on from me for her. She’d be lucky if I ever let her out my damn sight, at least for the first couple years.

That right there is why I’m pretty sure that if anyone else looked at her there was a good chance I’d try to end the fuck. How the fuck was I supposed to keep that shit from happening when I’d never implemented any kind of restrictions in the past? More importantly, how was she going to adjust to my way of living?

I wasn’t really too worried about the guys. One five-minute conversation with them should clear shit up; it was the women I was more concerned about. I’m not that fucking stupid that I don’t know what it would mean taking an innocent like her in the midst of those hardcore women.

Especially since I’d bedded a few of them at some point or the other and had left it there, no strings. I was also aware that more than one of them was still holding out hope of getting that brass ring, and might see her as competition, when there really was none. She was it, she’s always been the one, the only.

I’ve been in charge of shit long enough to know that women don’t heed too well, especially when there was a younger and prettier model as part of the equation. I’d never given any woman false promises about anything that we’d shared, but I know that that didn’t stop some of them from hoping.

What the fuck are you thinking about, are you pussy? The crew is yours, the place is yours, whoever don’t like the way shit is can get fucked. With that shit finally settled in my mind, I put it away for later and tuned back into her.

She was fluffing the pillows and tugging on the sheets before settling down. Every move, every twitch was caught by my eyes as I laid on the other bed trying to control my cock with my mind. This fuck was gonna stay hard for the next few days until he got what he wanted and there isn’t shit I can do about it.

Instead I amused myself with ways to destroy her aunt and the fucker she was shacked up with. If I’d been any kind of guardian, I would’ve imposed some stipulations. One of them being she couldn’t have a man around my girl. Silly me, I believed her bullshit about wanting what’s best for her niece.

When she finally settled down and stopped her tossing and turning I was able to rest easy thank fuck. I closed my eyes and settled my mind with my ears pricked for any sound that didn’t belong.

I really wanted to ride through the dark, back the way we’d come, and finish the two who’d used me to hurt her, but I wasn’t going to leave her in a hotel room unprotected. From now on, I’m gonna make sure she’s shielded at every turn.

With my mind settled and no more movement coming from the other side, I let myself relax and drifted off. With all the bullshit out of the way the reality that she was here with me kicked in and I smiled in the dark.

Who would’ve thought this day would come? That the little girl I’d rescued that night so long ago would come to mean so much to me? How was such a thing even possible? If I were into that sappy shit I would think it was fate.

But I had to admit if only to myself, that it was almost like we’d been destined for each other. We both came from fucked up beginnings and had seen the shittier side of life at a very young age. Then we’d found each other in a most unconventional way, but still, she was mine. Had been in one-way or another since the day we met.