Page 34 of Motorycle Daddies

No, it’s about my brain. My brain which keeps conjuring up memories of Grizzly claiming me in front of Dart and Trap.

I can’t quit daydreaming. I keep remembering the feeling of him inside me, and the way he looked at me. Especially just before I left. The things he said to me about being his obsession, his dirty little secret. The flames were fanned and spread like wildfire. I couldn’t quite say I was obsessed, but I definitely felt a pull toward Grizzly, a curiosity that I wanted to explore.

But given that I’ve never experienced three men vying for me before, how much fun it was watching them squirm and fight over me, and the fact that I knew I was due for some damn fun for once in my life, I couldn’t resist the pull of being with all three.

I knew when I got there that the dynamic was going to be tricky. Maybe I would’ve been more comfortable starting with Dart. Or at least, that’s what I went in thinking.

But in a way, I knew Grizzly would be safe. He’d protect me.

I’m his daughter’s best friend, and I’ve known him most of my life, even if there’s been nothing sexual there until now. And I knew he’d make it a hell of a lot of fun.

But I also knew that it would make him feel respected and special in the way he needed to feel so there wouldn’t be some big knockout fight between the three of them. Because bickering is one thing, but I know these men are much more dangerous than just the male version of a catfight.

There’s no doubt now that Grizzly was the right choice. He rocked my world, and he wasn’t kidding about being obsessed. He’s had my phone number in his cell for a while, mostly just in case he needed to get a hold of Harlow and her phone died or something. She has a habit of letting it die and not charging it or forgetting it places. But he never really used it.

But now, I’m getting a message on the hour every hour. Not to mention that Dart joined in just a few moments before class ended.

I’m walking across campus in a daze, my body automatically headed toward my dorm room. It’s Tuesday, and all I can do is think about the weekend and how I’m going to get away with seeing them again. What else they might do to me now that Trap and Dart will have a turn to claim me. All the ways that they might dirty me up again…all the names they might call me.

I think Grizzly’s created a monster out of me. I’ve gone from an innocent little doll to this used-and-abused woman high off her ass on one interaction and three orgasms—it’s just insane.

And for the most part, I haven’t thought about my father at all. I can’t think of anything else to say to him, and I know somewhere in the distance the prospects are watching the campus. They’re watching my father’s house too, just in case the Russians show up looking for him.

And there’s always one stationed just outside my dorm, hanging around and trying to look natural. Though, I don’t think Rap could ever look fully natural. He’s cute and funny, but blending in with more than ten piercings on his face is a hard thing to do.

There’s a tap on my shoulder and I practically jump like a scared cat. I grab my chest and turn to find Addy staring at me like I’ve lost it. I start laughing it off.

“Sorry. I was lost in my head. How’s your day?”

I keep walking, thinking she’s going to keep pace with me and maybe come back to the dorm with me, but she stops me from walking and turns me around to face her. “How is my day? You’re scared when I come up to you? Where the hell have you been? You missed classes yesterday and you didn’t answer your phone at all. Harlow didn’t even know where you were.”

I want to just tell her I didn’t feel well. But Addy deserves the truth. At least as much of it as I can tell her.

I sigh, my shoulders sagging.

“Why don’t we go back to my dorm and talk? Do you have the time? I’ll even make you some good coffee.”

She loves it when I make iced coffee at home. She says it tastes just as good as Starbucks. I beg to differ, but it’s flattering.

She gives me a soft smile. “Okay. I don’t have any plans. But you better tell me everything.” She laughs when she says it, pointing at me with her manicured finger, but my laugh is more nervous.

Because the truth is, I can never tell her the whole truth. Not only would it be wrong to tell her before Harlow knows what’s going on between me and Grizzly, but also I was specifically told not to tell anyone. This is strictly a secret.

Which, right now, is fine with me. Because I don’t know where this is going. This could crash and burn by next week, and then there would be no point in dragging Grizzly through the pain of possibly getting a fight with Harlow over this, or me losing a friend over it either. It would just be something in my past. A very vivid memory.

We walk to my dorm mostly in silence, and I keep thinking through everything that happened, trying to figure out how to explain it. Addy is a bit newer to the group than me and Harlow. Harlow and I have been around each other for years, but Addy doesn’t know everything about our pasts. Hell, Harlow doesn’t even know the whole story, so it’s going to be hard to explain my father when they don’t know the extent of it. They know we don’t get along and that he’s kind of irresponsible, but that’s the understatement of the century.

I guess she’s about to find out.

It takes about half an hour to get fully settled with our iced coffees and some snacks on the couch in my dorm. I put on Netflix for some background noise and turn the volume down. Some old nineties thing I’ve seen a hundred times.

“So, whatever it is must be a big deal, because you’re acting weird about it.”

Addy’s so good at reading people, I’m almost afraid she’ll see all the secrets written all over my face. That I’ll never be able to keep anything from her.

I nod, looking down at my thumbs as I fiddle in my lap. “Do you remember what happened to Harlow? Before the babies and everything?”

Addy nods. “Yeah, it was so scary. She was gone, and what happened there was kind of vague, but I got the gist. The MC had to save her and all…”

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