Page 74 of Loco

I glanced up to see all three women watching me. “Um, no. I’m too young to have a hot flash.” The unnecessary comment rolled off my tongue. V wasn’t stupid. I was holding my phone and texting. She knew full well there was only one sexy biker who could put the kind of heat in my cheeks that would be noticeable.

“Then why do you look all hot and bothered?” There was a knowing gleam in Lissa’s eyes.

I rolled my eyes and decided to play their game. “If you must know, my man just text me, he’s on his way home.”

Lulu’s laugh echoed throughout the house. “Your man? Listen to you, claiming Loco. If he was here right now and heard you say that, he’d throw you over his shoulders and take you to the nearest bedroom to have his way with you.”

I rolled my eyes again, but couldn’t help but visualize the image she had put in my head. Forget the bedroom. He’d most likely would have pinned me to the nearest wall, ripped my clothes off, and fucked me senseless. Yeah. That would be nice. I could almost feel his cock filling me now, and tightened my thighs when I realized that I was getting wet.

“I’d let him, too,” I finally said. “And if Frenchie and Bull walked in right now after not seeing them for a week, you’d do the same thing.” Neither one denied it. “What about you, Lulu? Is there someone special in your life?”

“Not yet. I’m focused on school right now, and finding a place to live. It’s time I moved out of the Desert Rebels’ clubhouse.” She grew quiet for a minute. “I’ve never really been on my own. I’m kind of looking forward to it.”

“Well, we’re here to help in any way we can if you need us.”

Lissa and I seconded V’s offer without hesitation.

“Just remember this when I take you bitches up on it,” she responded.

“I can’t thank you guys enough for painting with me. It would have taken me a month of weekends to do it by myself.”

V looked as tired as I felt, and she was covered in paint. We’d stuck to neutral colors, but the back room that she’d claimed as her little spot of heaven she’d painted a beautiful teal color.

“So you and Bull can move in together now?” I asked.

V shook her head. “We still have the kitchen to do. It’s going to be completely gutted and redone. After that we’ll move in.”

I glanced around the kitchen. It had a nice layout, was clean, but outdated. The appliances were the low-cost, standard white ones, and the countertops looked like granite but were actually a faux granite the previous owner had installed themselves.

“We’ve decided on a country kitchen,” V added after a minute.

The glow on her face revealed how happy she was. I was happy for her, and Lissa as well. After watching them with Bull and Frenchie, it was clear that they’d found their happily ever afters. It had happened fast. Lulu had explained that the men of Desert Rebels were a different breed of alpha. Big, tough, determined to live their lives on their own terms. When it came to finding the woman they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with, they went down fast and hard, and wasted no time in claiming her.

To the Desert Rebels, tomorrow wasn’t promised.

I thought about Loco, wishing that he were home already. Was I that woman for him? The one he wanted to settle down with? We were from different worlds, but so were V and Bull, and Lissa and Frenchie, and they were making it work. I wanted it to work for us, too. I felt something for Loco that I’d never had with anyone else. Something strong, and worth exploring. But deep down I still had the nagging doubt that I wouldn’t be enough for him.

We cleaned up fast and went our separate ways. It was early evening and just starting to get dark. I had plans for the rest of my night that included winding down with a long, hot shower, my favorite mushroom and spinach pizza from Marco’s, and a glass of wine. Then I’d probably zonk out early. I estimated that we’d spent a good twenty hours painting this weekend, which I compared to a what a workout marathon must be like. I was achy and tired.

I didn’t know when I would see Loco again, but I had a feeling that it would be sooner than later. I was just glad that he was okay and finally coming home. As soon as I got to my apartment I spent an hour in the bathroom, taking time to shave what needed shaving before I got a long, hot shower. The heat felt good on my aching muscles, and I got a good laugh when I saw my pink self in the bathroom mirror.

After drying off I slathered lotion all over and put product in my hair that was designed to keep it soft. There was a pounding on my door just as I was slipping into a lacy pair of boy shorts. I quickly grabbed the matching crop top, pulled it over my head, and padded barefoot to the door, expecting it to be my pizza delivery. My regular delivery guy usually rang the bell, so I guessed that whoever it was must be new.

“Open the door, darlin’, it’s me.”

Loco!My heart immediately began to race as I found the energy to sprint the last few steps to the door. In my excitement I fumbled with the locks and swore with frustration as my fingers didn’t seem to want to work. I heard Loco’s masculine chuckle on the other side of the door as I finally got it unlocked and opened.

My man was standing there with a sexy, crooked grin on his whiskered face, his tired eyes filled with humor in spite of it. I ran my gaze over him, taking in everything at once. His hair was longer than I remembered and windblown, and it looked as if he hadn’t changed his clothes in a week. If he’d been on the road all that time, I could understand why.

None of that explained the bruises or cuts that I saw.

My smile of elation faded quickly, and I just managed to keep from throwing myself into his arms.

“Fuck, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

That didn’t make me feel any better.

“Babe, I’m okay. You gonna give me a kiss before I fuck you?”

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