Page 15 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

“It’s alright.” Maverick swallows his coffee hard. “I don’t mind. I’ve gotta run into town for feed this morning, anyway. These chickens will peck us alive by noon if they don’t get some meal worms.”

Rhett doesn’t have a huge farm here, but the cabin is on a large lot with a horse barn and some free-range chickens that roost up by the house.

I glance toward Maverick, then away again, remembering the moment when I rubbed his chest and felt his hard cock brush against my leg.What the hell was I thinking, and why was it so hot to watch Rhett get so possessive?

A tickle of something glorious and untimely makes itself known between my legs. I shuffle forward, squeezing them together to avoid whatever psychiatric condition is trying to sneak its way out of me via my pussy.

“Yeah,” I finally say toward Maverick, “that sounds good. I can walk to the flower shop afterward. It’s not too far away.”

Maverick readjusts his baseball cap, nods, and the deal is done. Easy as that.

Rhett drags in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “Okay, well, if I wasn’t going the opposite direction today, I’d do it myself, but…” He nods toward Maverick and they exchange a look. I don’t know exactly what it means, but my egotistical brain is pretending they’re sizing each other up.

I laugh to myself at the thought, then hand Rhett the breakfast and lunch that I made for him. It’s not much but a breakfast burrito I made with what he had in the fridge and a sandwich with the same.

I make a mental note to grab groceries later. It’s the least I can do after all he’s done to help me.

“Damn, I could get used to this. I usually skip breakfast and grab a gas station sandwich for lunch.”

“Well, I’m glad I’m saving you from some weird, stomach eating bacteria.” I shake my head and tip up onto my toes for another kiss. I’m not sure yet what all this familiar touching signifies, or what last night meant, or what we’re doing, or if it’s too soon to do any of it, but it feels good, so I keep letting it happen. “We’ll have dinner together tonight. Any requests?”

He shakes his head as he grabs the keys and heads out the side door. “Just that you’re there.”

I nod as a warmth pushes through my chest. I’m on a cloud so high up, that when Rhett shuts the front screen door and I twist back toward regular life, it’s a little jolting.

Mavrick glances up at me over the rim of his coffee cup. “You two seem to be getting closer.”

I don’t know Maverick very well at all. We shared one weird night together. One super weird night where I acted like a broken whore, and he so kindly let me. I’m not sure that’s enough to gauge a true litmus on a person, but I know he’s good friends with Rhett, and I know Rhett wouldn’t leave me withanyone he didn’t trust, so I try to let down my guard. “Yeah, is that weird? I don’t really know what we’re doing yet. Last night was… also… sorry about that.” Maybe I should put my guard back up. I’m clearly terrible at making any sort of conversation with it down.

Maverick laughs and adjusts his hat. “Believe it or not, I’ve been drunk a few times. I get it. No big deal. Sorry, I got a little excited. It’s been a while since I’ve had a pretty girl on my lap.”

Pretty girl.I must do something with my face because he corrects himself immediately.

“You’re not pretty in a weird way. I know you have a thing with Rhett. It was just a statement. Like, you’re pretty.”

“Thanks. You’re… pretty too.” I shove my mouth full of bread and twist toward the fridge. How am I going to get through a thirty-minute ride to town with this man, and why am I still thinking about how hot Maverick is or how big his cock must be to show so prominently through the denim like it did?

I’m so glad I’m seeing Holden this morning. I need a reality check, though I’m not sure I’ll actually share any of this stuff, mostly because I really would put him in my harem, and the fact that I’m thinking about any of this probably means that I need a new therapist, in a new town, and a new vibrator to redirect some of this sexual energy. I left mine in the drawer at Tyler’s.

What was I thinking?

Maverick stands from the stool and walks around the island. I didn’t notice yesterday how big he is. I’d guess six foot four with broad shoulders, a thin build, and tattoos covering his skin. His hair is long, and he wears jeans and an old t-shirt with a hole in the right shoulder as though his day is going to consist of something dirty. He sets his mug into the dishwasher before rinsing his plate and doing the same.

He rinsed his plate.

Damn. “So, that was a boss move. How are you single?” Oh, God. Maybe he’s not single. I didn’t even ask. I just climbed all over him like a mountain with no park ranger in sight. “I mean,” I swallow hard, “are you single?”

He glances down at the floor then back up again, laughing under his breath. “Yeah, I’m single.”

Relief washes over me. “Good. So, ugh… you date much or…”Why am I asking him these questions? We should talk about the weather, the Broncos, or maybe the fucking growth rate of peanuts. Anything but dating.

“No, I haven’t dated in a while.” He closes the dishwasher and grabs his keys off the hook by the door. “A long while. You ready?”

I nod, unplug the ancient coffee maker, and grab my purse off the sitting chair by the door. I’ve always been curious about people’s lives. Maybe it’s the reader in me. My brain is desperate to create a story wherever I go. At least that’s what I tell myself before I go deep on even more dating questions. “So…why don’t you date?”

He shrugs. “People are never who they say they are. It’s a pain in the ass.” His tone is low, but not like he’s annoyed. More so like he’s serious, which only unlocks more questions. How has this handsome man been so betrayed by women? Maybe I should’ve been a lawyer. Clearly, I’m good at questioning.

We step out onto the porch, and I’m reminded that mid-winter in Colorado is about as close to hell as you can get and still be freezing. I bundle my jacket as Maverick locks the front door and hops off the steps toward the truck. I don’t expect him to open the door for me, but like a gentleman, he does. And like the simple girl I am, I swoon over the way he’s careful with where he puts his hands, and how he holds my hips as I climb up inside.

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