Page 4 of Single Mom for the Bikers

She watches me like I might leap off the couch at her like I’m some kind of monster. I’m a fucking monster, alright, but if I took her down, she'd be loving every damn second of it.

“And you kissed me right back.” I grin and sit up, sending the whole world spinning as my whole body screams in pain and an invisible icepick pierces my skull. “Fuck!”

“Here.” She pops open some over the counter pain shit and shakes out a couple pills, holding them out to me with a glass of water.

I double the dose and chug everything down. My body soaks up the stale, lukewarm water like a sponge. “Thanks. Riddle me this, beautiful. Why am I in your fucking house?”

She narrows her eyes, and everything about her posture screams anxiety, but there’s a spark of attitude it can’t kill. “Because you barged in here and passed out on my couch, Einstein. Did you think I threw you over my shoulder and kidnapped you?”

“Right, right… relax. I’m not accusing you of anything.” Except being fucking sexy when she’s angry, which I’m not dumb enough to say out loud. I’ll be thinking it all the way home, though.

I get a flash of her mouthing off, just before I throw her on a bed, tie her up so tight I can do anything I want with her, and then play with that gorgeous form until her spark turns into a raging inferno and her throaty voice moans my name as I slide between those soft thighs.

Fuck, now that’s a fantasy and a half. Jesus Christ.

I should get outta here before I turn her life into as big a mess as mine.

She takes a step back, like she can read that fantasy right off my face. “Do you have someone you can call? I left your bike out front. There was no way I could drag it out of the ditch on my own.”

Shit, I didn’t even think about my ride. “Yeah.” I try to stand, but everything spins and I have to sit back down. Fuck. “I hope I wasn't too much of an asshole. Last night's a little hazy. I'll get outta your way as soon as I can stand. I'm not exactly at my best right now.” I reach for my phone but pause. “Did I have anything else on me when you found me?”

Her eyes go wide and her face flushes a tiny bit. That looks like a yes.

More carefully this time, and trying not to scare her, I stand and keep my voice steady. “Listen woman, I understand why you took it, but I’m going to need my piece back. It’s safer for both of us.”

She curls in on herself a little, shoulders slumping. “O—okay, but not until you leave.”

I look down at the phone. There are notifications from both Sledge and Havoc, missed calls and messages wondering where the fuck I am and telling me to check in ASAP.

“Are The Misfits a big club?” she asks softly.

“Hm?” I look up, distracted by the phone.

“Your club? I’ve never heard of them.”

“Because that’s not my club.” I turn around so she gets a good view of the rear of my cut, where the Screaming Eagles logo is blazoned across my back.

She lets out a little gasp, but before she can say anything, a high pitched voice cuts through the living room.

“Mommy!” A little girl appears in the doorway to the bedroom. She’s a bit older than in most of the pictures, but it's definitely the same girl. In her hand she's got a stuffed bulldog, holding it by one leg. Guess I’m glad I kissed my host before she might be forced to explain it to her kid. Still fucking would, though.

“Mia, I told you to wait in my room until I said it was safe!”

The child’s face falls, and her chin wobbles a little even though from the way she looks back and forth between her mother and me, it’s obvious she’s trying not to cry in front of a stranger.

Her sexy-as-fuck mother gives me one brief look before crouching down and opening her arms. “I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to snap at you. Come here.”

From inside the safety of her mother’s arms Mia stares right at me with eyes the same rich brown as her mom’s. She’s not quite a carbon copy. Her hair is golden blonde and straight as a pin.

The longer I’m awake and upright, the more my mind clears. Details are still uncomfortably fuzzy, but like puzzle pieces dropping into place, it’s coming back. I was riding back from Vegas and Sledge asked me to check on his Grandma’s old place because there’d been some trouble in the area. Break-ins and that sorta shit. He’s been renting it out to some family Havoc knows. How far did I make it? With a groan, I sit back down, sinking heavy into the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” Mia asks, then grins proudly. “I saw you first. My name’s Mia. What’s yours?”

Never been around kids much so I’ve got no fucking clue how old she is. Not in diapers but probably not in school. She’s cute as fuck, with her little stuffed dog squished between her and her Mom.

“Phoenix.” I try to smile, but it makes one of my cuts sting. Do I still have all my teeth? I check with my tongue, and at least I lucked out there. “I’ve been better, kid. You ever fall off a bike?”

She nods. “It hurt. But I don’t like training wheels. It’s all wobbly.”

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