“Just remember, Harrison, the queen rules the empire,” she warns.
“And I’m the pawn who worships his queen, preferably on his knees,” I banter.
Check.
Mate.
“And I’m the queen that’ll let you kneel at her feet while I direct your board play,” she returns.
“You win,” I mumble.
“Don’t worry, biker man. We all come out on the winning side of this game.”
“True facts, darlin’. Damn, baby girl, my dick is as hard as steel,” I admit, adjusting my hips in an effort to rearrange myself. My hands are a little busy at the moment so I can’t reach down and shift my hardness to a manageable position.
“Don’t worry,” she seductively whispers, reaching over and patting my jean covered cock. “I’ll take care of that for you soon enough.”
My eyes cross at the contact and I end up clutching the steering wheel to keep us on the road. “You’re mean, woman.”
“Never said I was nice, Harrison,” she purrs. “You wouldn’t want me any other way.”
“That’s no lie,” I say, meaning every word. “I love you just the way you are. You are the perfect woman for me.”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Zoey
As we headup the walkway to our cabin, I cup my hand over my mouth to keep the giggles at bay. Harrison is karate chopping the air, then stopping between every air kick and arm chop to take an offensive stance.
If nothing else, my man is good for comedic relief.
“Did you get him?” I ask, unable to hold the laughter back as I question him. “Or is your enemy still standing?”
He stops and lets me catch up to him before tossing his arm across my shoulder and tucking me into his side. “Baby. The more I consider what you want for our girl, the more I can visualize us tag teaming our opponents and walking away with a trophy.”
“Isn’t tag team a wrestling thing?” I ask, remembering that happening with that sport, but not any others.
“Don’t kill the dream, Zoey,” Harrison admonishes me, side-eying me.
“Wouldn’tdreamof it,” I tease, using a pun on his words against him. “Besides, you know I’ll be in the stands cheering you both on.”
“You better be,” he teases, drawing me closer to him.
Our feet nearly trip on each other’s, which has us both feeling like we did back when we first fell for each other when we were in our teens.
Back in those days, things were simple—teenage love usually is.
I like to think we would’ve stayed together if my parents hadn’t intruded in my life and tried to groom me into living their lifestyle.
“Why so gloomy all of a sudden?” he asks, squeezing my shoulder. Deciding to be honest with him, I tell him about my thoughts. “I’ve thought about that several times. I think we would’ve made it, but like you said, then we wouldn’t have our princess. We could sit here and debate all the would’ve’s and should’ve’s, and I hate to say this because it sounds wrong on so many levels, even in my head, but isn’t she worth every struggle and abuse you dealt with? Fuck, I hate that there’s any sort of silver-lining when it comes to her conception. It makes me sound like a dick,” he mutters.
“She is, I just wish she was yours,” I confess, sighing. “And sheisthe silver-lining. She’s worth every heartache and time spent at the therapists working through my rape and fear of the outside world.”
“She’s mine,” he argues, ignoring the rest of my rant and tuning in on the one thing that has his defenses raised. “Don’t ever doubt that. Elodie may not have my blood running through her veins, but blood ties don’t make a man a father, Zoey. Spermdoesn’t make a man a daddy. A dad is the man who’d slay all of her dragons, literally, and believe me, I will take every one of those Onyx assholes down. For her and for you. A dad is there morning, noon, and night. He kisses her booboos, puts a bandaid on her scraped knees, tells her goodnight stories, and deals with all of her ups and downs. That’s me, not that fuckface. He may have provided the batter, but I’m the one who will love her until I take my last breath. Same with you and any kids we have in the future. My love for her isn’t divided, baby, it’s infinite.”
“I love you, Harrison,” I declare, sniffling. “And you’re right, you’re her daddy, for now and for always. You’re who she loves. You’re who she comes to when she’s needing a good cuddle. When she has a bad dream, she calls for you to come with me to slay all her monster-filled nightmares. We’re lucky to have you, and I’m sorry I even said what I did because I never think of you as anything but her daddy. Because that’s what you are. Not only by choice since we gave her that option when you came back into my life, but due to the fact that you’ve earned her unbreakable trust. You’ve proven to her time and time again that she can depend on you. She’s your biggest advocate and you’re her knight who rode in on a chrome horse.”
