The Biker's Fate Chapter 570

Daisy

AT ALMOST FIVE that afternoon, I got a notification on my phone that there was movement in my hallway. I opened the app and watched as Huck paced outside my door, a paper bag in one hand, his other scrubbing the back of his neck.

I was currently wrapped in one of my blankets on my sofa, reading a romance novel on my tablet, so I sat up and made a move to answer the door.

But I stopped myself.

Huck was obviously working something out and I needed to let him do that.

I set my book aside and stayed glued to my phone, watching as he stepped to my door, then stepped back, lowered his head, and shook it, then squared his shoulders.

I smiled. God, he was so cute as he obviously tried to bolster his courage to knock on my door.

Finally, the knock came, and I waited a few seconds before rushing to the door. Taking a deep breath, I pulled it open and bit my lip. God, he was gorgeous. "Hi."

"Hey, beautiful." He lifted the bags and smiled. "I was wondering if you were hungry."

"Well, that depends."

His expression grew a little guarded. "On?"

"Are you joining me?"

"If you'd like me to."

I stepped back and waved him in, setting the alarm after I closed the door.

He walked over to the kitchen island and set the food on it, then turned to face me. "I'm really sorry—"

"For what?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know. I just figured I'd apologize and get it out of the way."

I sighed. "Well, you have nothing to apologize for. It's me who should be apologizing."

He frowned. "What the fuck for?"

"I'm not that girl." I settled my hand on my chest. "I don't throw myself at a man two seconds after meeting him and get naked when I barely know him. I'm not a slut—"

"I swear to god, Daisy, if you say that again, I'm gonna lose my shit."

I met his eyes. "Which part?"

"The part about you being a slut. I know you're not a slut. Jesus, you could run a train and I still wouldn't think of you as a slut."

I grimaced. "Well, I would need to have slept with more than one guy to qualify for a train."

He leaned against the island. "And you haven't?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Just the one. And it ended three years ago."

"Fuck, seriously? Why so long?"

I sighed. "He was my boyfriend in high school. We did the deed a couple of times. He was a douche canoe, and I was a conquest, apparently. The bet being, could he get the biker's daughter?"

"Jesus, Daisy, I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't be sorry. He'll be walking funny for the rest of his life."

Huck raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head. "You don't want to know."

"I do want to know," Huck countered.

"First, how long has it been for you?"

"About a year. It wasn't anything serious, though."

"Fuck buddies," I deduced.

He shook his head. "Not even that deep."

"So, you're saying it was a puck bunny."

He chuckled. "You've picked up some new lingo, I see."

I shrugged. "We've got sweet butts, you've got puck bunnies. There's always someone out there ready to label a woman something for fucking a man because the feminist movement hasn't quite done its job yet."

"Sad but true." He cocked his head. "Just so you know, I've never called anyone a puck bunny. Her name is Charlene and although we weren't good at the feelings part, the sex worked, so we had some fun for a time."

I rolled my eyes. "There's always a southern Charlene, isn't there?"

He smirked. "I'm having a real hard time not touching you, Daisy."

"You are?"

"Yeah, why are you surprised?"

"I was sure you were mad at me," I admitted.

"Baby, why would I be mad at you?"

"Because I—wait, you just called me 'baby.' So, you're not mad at me?"

He was apparently done with our distance, walking over to me, and sliding his hand to my neck. "You've done nothing to warrant me being mad at you, Daisy. And even if you had, we'd talk about it and work it out. There'd be no icing each other out."

"So, you want to be in this with me?"

"Hell, yeah I want to be in this with you," he said. "What made you think I didn't?"

"There's just a lot with me and the club sometimes."

"A lot, meaning…?"

"Drama."

"Daisy, I can handle drama. What I can't handle is you shutting me out."

"My dad thinks I'm falling in love with you," I admitted.

"Yeah?" He ran his thumb over my pulse.

I nodded.

"And what do you think?"

I licked my lips, studying him for a few seconds before I whispered, "I'm already there."

His mouth covered mine, slipping his tongue between my lips, and I slid my hands around his waist as he deepened the kiss. I was the one who broke the connection this time and dropped my head to his chest. "Okay, so not mad at me."

He laughed. "Not mad at you. Not even close. You'll know when I'm mad because I'll tell you."

Without warning, my stomach growled loud enough for both of us to hear and I grimaced. "What did you bring that just happens to smell so incredible?"

"Golden City?"

"No way," I breathed out, rushing to the kitchen island and ripping open the bag. "Oh my god, yum." I glanced at him, then back at the food. "How did you know it was my favorite?"

"I didn't. Louisa said it was the best Chinese in town."

"Well, she's right about that. I'll grab plates, you grab beer," I bossed, and he grinned, moving to do my bidding.

We set everything on my coffee table and settled into my sofa to eat. He pulled my feet onto his lap with a grin, then grabbed a pair of chopsticks and dug in.

"You gonna tell me what happened with your ex?" he asked as we ate.

"It's not pretty," I said, and sucked a noodle into my mouth.

"I don't need pretty."

"You know about Dad's club. You saw how they handled Stewart this morning, right?"

Huck nodded.

"Well, when Cash found out what Eric did, he raged, and in that rage, he'd lured Eric to some private trails out in Ridgefield."

"How'd he do that?"

"He catfished him."

Huck finished chewing and frowned. "How'd he catfish him?"

"Eric had a crush on the homecoming queen, so Cash used the promise of sex with her, and shocker, Eric rushed right over. He figured out way too late that it wasn't his crush waiting for him, it was my brothers. Archer and Cash beat the shit out of him and then…"

"Then, what?"

I shook my head. "I don't think you're ready."

"Daisy, just spit it out."

"Cash sliced one of Eric's Achilles tendons."

"Fuck, seriously?"

"Seriously," I confirmed. "Eric had been a track star, so it ended his running career."

"Did he call the cops?"

"My brothers aren't idiots. They had 'airtight' alibis and no one other than Eric saw anything. It would have been a 'he said, they said' situation and since Eric went to meet a technically underaged girl, who was he going to tell?"

Huck scowled. "Asshole."

"Indeed."