Page 22 of Motorycle Daddies

As the movie starts, I look over at Grizzly again, catching him eyeing me. He’s hard as a rock now. My mouth waters, and I wonder what he’s packing under there. Things a good girl like me shouldn’t think about.

But the world is all new to me tonight. Both scary and thrilling.

He trails his fingers down my arm, and I look him in the eyes. Part of me wants to cave and let him erase everything that might have happened tonight, but is that the way I want to lose my virginity?

“Now, I’m going to be a gentleman tonight,” Grizzly says softly. “I don’t know what you’re thinking in that head of yours, and I don’t need to know unless you want me to. But you’ve been through hell, and I’m not going to touch you. Not like that.”

“I’m not some fragile little doll,” I snap for some reason. My eyes grow wide, shocked at my own words.

He just nods graciously, his brown eyes showing the kindness beneath his gruff exterior. “I know that, but I can see the shock really setting in. You probably won’t even make it through the movie without crashing. So, I’m going to keep my eye on you, little darlin’, and keep you safe.”

His words prove to be true as my body goes from shaking to bone-tired over the next hour. I end up sinking into the bed, my eyes closing, safe in the reassurance that he’s watching over me.

11

MEREDITH

Bang bang bang.

I’m only half awake as I try to figure out where the sound is coming from.

Bang bang bang.

There it is again, maybe some yelling? But I can’t make out who it is.

My eyes flutter open and I find that Grizzly is still next to me. He must be more awake than I am, because he’s standing up and tugging on his jeans, wrapping his belt around his middle.

I roll over, a tangle of sheets and blankets all around me. My shirt is all twisted up and I’m embarrassed to feel some old drool caked to one side of my face. I hope I didn’t get any on Grizzly.

As my head clears, I remember the events of last night.

It all seems so far away now, but I know it wasn’t a dream, because not only can I see Grizzly going to the door, swearing under his breath, but I can now hear the voices on the other side of the door more clearly.

It’s Trap and Dart. I don’t know what time it is, but I’m guessing Grizzly didn’t expect them to show up first thing in the morning like this after he basically told them to get on with their night last night.

The bed is still warm next to me where Grizzly was, and I sit up, stretching and finger-combing through my hair so I look at least half-presentable.

I really don’t want to get out of bed yet. I’m still exhausted, probably the effect of the stress of last night’s events. And on top of that I have so much to process. There are things I need to figure out about my father, like where he went and if he’s safe. Does he even know what they did to me?

I also need to figure out what the hell is going on with these three men. There’s clearly an attraction there, even if it’s small and under the surface.

I suddenly feel shy, like I might need to cover up. I mean, Grizzly’s known me most of my life. There’s a bit of shyness and weirdness to this that I wasn’t feeling with everything else going on last night. But then again, I’m wearing his clothes, and he watched me sleep most of the night to make sure I was safe.

Grizzly cracks open the door, and in pop the smiling faces of Trap and Dart.

I can’t help but grin back at the cheesy looks on their faces.

“So you’re still here,” Trap says, surveying me. His steel-gray eyes blaze when he sees I’m wearing Grizzly’s T-shirt. What must he think about it?

Dart goes right past Grizzly and comes through the door. He seems to notice the same thing.

I milk it for all it’s worth and give him a sideways grin. Like maybe I’m keeping some kind of secret.

If all of this attraction goes away with the rest of them, but leaves Dart feeling jealous, then maybe I’ll come out of this with him—like I always wanted. It can’t hurt to try.

Right now, I have the attention of all three.

“What the hell are you fuckwads doing in here at eight o’clock in the morning? You know I’m never up before nine. Besides, she’s been through an ordeal, and nobody knows she’s here yet. Unless you two blabbermouths went and talked all this up.”

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