Page 27 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

“Because Jake told me to.”

“Right. And everyone does whatever Jake says.” She looked around. “Where is he, anyway?”

I shrugged. “Who knows? He might already be at home.”

“I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me here. He wouldn’t leave me alone with you.”

“Well, he did.”

“I don’t trust you.”

Her words, though slurred, stung more than I expected, goading me. “Don’t worry. The feeling’s mutual. But that doesn’t change the fact that I was asked to get you home.”

“Well, I don’t want to…”

She stopped to sneeze. I frowned and took off my jacket so I could put it on her. She resisted for a second, but wrapped it around her shoulders.

I opened the door of the pickup truck. “Now, can you get in the truck before you catch a cold?”

She peered inside. “Are you sure you didn’t jerk off in there? I’m not going to find something disgusting on the seat or on the carpet?”

What on earth was she talking about?

Then my heart stopped as an idea rushed into my head. Wait. Did she see me jerking off at home?

No. She couldn’t have. She wasn’t home.

Right?

Lauren looked at me. “Well, am I?”

“No,” I told her firmly. “This is Billie’s truck, not mine.”

“Oh.” Her lips spread into a soft smile. “I like Billie.”

“Everyone does.”

“She told me some stuff about you, like how you used to be deployed and how you were married once. I didn’t know you were divorced.”

Because I didn’t tell her. Why would I? I barely knew her.

“When?” Lauren asked, eyebrows knitted in curiosity.

“Four years ago.”

“Kids?”

“None.” Thank goodness for that, or everything would have been messier.

“Did she leave you?”

“We both decided to end the marriage.” I put my hand on the door of the truck. “Now, would you please get in the truck?”

Lauren grinned. “Wow. Who knew you could be polite?”

Was that supposed to be a compliment?

“Well, I’m sorry for disappointing you,” I answered her in the same spirit of sarcasm.

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