The Biker's Fate Chapter 562

Daisy

"HUCK THE PUCK?" Buzz bellowed. "I'll ask again. What the fuck are you doin' here?"

"Is he talking about your Huck?" Teagan hiss-pered.

"No, I'm sure someone else just happened to invite someone else named Huck to family night by coincidence," I hissed back sarcastically.

Teagan waved her hand toward the door. "Well, go out and see."

"I can't believe Huck the Puck is here at this party," Buzz continued. "Now I can personally kick your ass."

"Oh, shit, you better go out there," Teagan said.

"You go out there," I snapped.

Teagan threw her arms in the air. "Huck the Puck isn't the guy I'm trying to fu—"

"Okay, fine, I'll go out there!" I growled, grabbing her hand, and pulling her toward the door. "But you're coming with me."

"You cost me twenty-grand on that playoff game against Philly last season," Buzz accused.

I walked out to find Huck giving Buzz an amused grin. "Well, I'm not usually one to throw my teammates under the bus, but I have to say, it was technically our right wing who cost us that particular game."

"Yeah, maybe, but Cherkowsky ain't here," Buzz pointed out.

My heart was in my throat as I rushed to close the distance between us, scared that Buzz might try to fight Huck for some unknown reason.

Huck shrugged. "Well, I don't usually fight off the ice, or without pads."

"Yeah, figured you'd need pads to throw down."

"Oh, no the pads are for you," Huck retorted, putting his hands up in a boxer's stance.

Buzz bust out laughing. "Come on, man, I'm just fuckin' with you. But what the hell's a Stanley Cup winner doin' in our house?"

"The team won the cup, and I won a trip to an orthopedic surgeon."

"Yeah, man, I was real sorry to hear about that. I thought you were a shoo-in for rookie of the year."

I frowned.

Huck plays hockey?

Great. Hockey was a kind of a big deal around here. Ever since the Ducks had become a team back in the early nineties according to Hatch. I mean, football, basketball, and baseball were also a big deal, but hockey for Buzz was life.

"Um, I invited him," I squeaked. "Hi, Huck. I see you've met Buzz."

Huck smiled at me. "Hey, Daisy."

"God damn, Buzz, hockey?" Fletch admonished. "Is there anything you don't bet on?"

"The kids are playin' hide-n-seek, why don't you see if you can get in on the action on the boys' team?" Chigger suggested.

"I would never do that," Buzz scoffed. "I already got twenty ridin' on the girls." Buzz turned to Huck. "Let me 'buy' you a beer."

"Thanks, man." Huck nodded toward me. "I'm gonna hang with Daisy for a bit, cool?"

Buzz gave him a chin lift, but I could see disappointment in his eyes. "Oh, yeah, sure. Find me later."

Huck smiled and focused on me. Oh my god, he looked so good. He wore dark jeans, a tight, black T-shirt, and a pair of Nike high-tops, and it was so different than what I was used to seeing. No cut, no leather jacket, and certainly no motorcycle boots.

I licked my lips and tried to control my breathing as I asked, "Did you find the place okay?"

"Yeah."

"Hi, I'm Teagan." Teagan reached out her hand.

"Oh, my god, sorry. This is my bestie," I explained as they shook hands. "Did you bring Louisa?"

Huck shook his head. "Nope, just me."

"Nice to meet you, Huck. I'll let Daisy show you around." Teagan hugged me, whispering, "Into you, honey. Into you."

She walked away and I slid my hands into my pockets. "I'll show you where everything is. Are you hungry?"

He shrugged. "I could eat."

We made our way out to the back where we had picnic tables set up. It had been raining earlier, so the awnings had been pulled open for cover. Both grills were going so we started there, passing coolers stocked with various drinks on the way.

"Help yourself," I said, and he grabbed a beer.

Hatch, the club president was manning one of the grills, as was Harm.

"Daisy!" Hatch called, a giant grin on his face, holding his arm out to me.

"Hey, Uncle Hatch," I said, walking into his embrace.

He gave me a squeeze, kissing the top of my head. "Who's your friend?"

"Hatch, this is Huck."

"Holy shit, you're Huck the Puck," Hatch said, holding his hand out.

Huck shook his hand. "I am."

Harm reached out and shook his hand as well. "I knew I knew you from somewhere."

Huck smiled but didn't reply.

"Sorry to hear about your knee, man," Hatch said.

"Thanks."

"You want a burger, dog, or steak?" Hatch asked.

"Steak would be great, thanks," Huck said.

"How do you like it?"

"Medium," Huck said.

I grabbed a bun and nodded to Harm. "I'll take a burger, please."

Once our food was procured, we sat at one of the tables and did our best to eat. I'd noticed an open bottle of wine and a wine glass had already been set out for me (bless my bestie).

What I hadn't anticipated was that Huck was famous. Like, famous.

Every time he'd go to take a bite, someone would yell out, "Holy shit, it's Huck the Puck," or something of that nature, and he'd sweetly take a minute to talk to them.

After the tenth person interrupted our meal (I counted), I stood up and bellowed, "Enough! Shut your pie holes and let the man eat. Jesus, you didn't treat Melody this poorly."

"Yeah, well… Train," Chigger pointed out.

"Pretend I'm scarier than Train," I growled, taking my seat again.

Huck raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"They should leave you alone now."

"Remind me not to piss you off."

I smiled. "They're just excited to have new blood and you're kind of famous."

"Who's Melody?" he asked, taking a bite of steak.

"Morgan."

He started to choke on his bite, and I waited for him to get it all out. "Holy shit, seriously?"

I nodded. "Yeah. She's probably around here somewhere."

"And they think I'm famous?"

"I guess so."

He wiped his mouth. "Did you know who I was when you invited me?"

"No clue. I still don't." I bit my lip. "Sorry. I don't know much about sports."

"Don't be sorry." He grinned. The type of grin that nearly made me lose my panties. "It's cool."

"Hatch said something about your knee." I cocked my head. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Eventually. But not tonight," he said. "Tonight, I just want to get to know you."

I nodded, focusing back on my food.