Page 66 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

“All right.”

“But first, this.” I scoop her over my shoulder fireman style, and she squeals. I carry her to the bathroom and turn on the shower.

I spend a half hour soaping her delectable body, then fucking her against the tile wall, and then washing her all over again.

“You sure you want to take that ride?” I ask with a wicked grin as I towel dry her body.

She laughs and slugs my arm. “You promised me a ride, now you better deliver, mister.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I chuckle and swat her bare ass. “Then you best go put some clothes on that sweet body before I change my mind.”

We stop for breakfast, then take a long ride. On the way to the house, we pick up something to throw on the grill. The sun is shining, and the day has warmed.

I’ve got the grill going when I hear the rumble of a couple of Harleys coming up the road.

I meet them in the driveway.

Brick and Pipe climb from their bikes, pulling off their helmets.

“How’s it going, VP?” Pipe asks.

“Get lost. Both of you,” I tell them. “My parents have the kids for the weekend.”

“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Brick says with a waggle of his brow. “Come on. Offer us a beer, at least.”

“Fine.” I lead them around the house to the back.

Grace is sitting on the dock, but I stop them by the grill and dig a couple of longnecks out of the cooler I filled earlier.

“Dude, I can’t believe you held out this long.” Pipe glances at Grace. “I’d have been all over that in a heartbeat.”

I shove his shoulder. “Watch your mouth.”

My brothers exchange a look.

“Touchy, aren’t we?” Brick observes.

“It feels right, brother,” I admit. “Like it hasn’t for a long fucking time.”

Pipe clasps my bicep. “I’m happy for you, man. You’ve been under a dark cloud for long enough. You deserve to be happy. Don’t feel guilty about that. Your life has to go on.”

“The girls seem to love her,” Brick says. “Least that’s what Angie said.”

“They do. A lot.”

“That’s good, ain’t it?” Brick replies.

“Yeah, as long as she sticks around.”

“Why wouldn’t she stick around?” Brick asks.

I shrug.

Pipe grins and pats my face. “That’s your job, VP. You gotta make it worth her while.” He does a vulgar motion with his hips.

“Knock it off, dick.”

He points a finger at me. “Dick. Exactly. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

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