Page 8 of Biker's Babygirl

“We don’t?” Mr. Muscles’ voice is gravelly and gritty all at once and forces my attention back to him.

He’s shifted slightly and without the sun behind him, I can get a better look at his face.

My stomach is still churning with nerves, my pulse is racing to the point where I feel like I’m about to come out of my own skin. Fear is a real, tangible thing, and I’m wearing it like a second set of clothes.

And yet… when I get my first good, true look at him, my stomach flips in a way that has nothing at all to do with nerves or hunger. His strong jaw and sapphire-blue eyes are downright arresting. Now that I can see him better, he’s even more imposing than I originally thought. There’s no way to look at him and not take notice of his size—he is as tall as a tree, and maybe wider than the biggest spruce I’ve ever seen. He shifts the slightest bit, and I become all too aware that he’s the most muscular human being I’ve ever seen.

Which, considering Lucas is a huge WWE fan,issaying something.

He could kill me with his thumb,I think, my throat tightening. I’m still terrified, but at the same time there’s something else creeping in that I don’t have a name for.

“What’s your name, kid?” he asks, in that gruff voice that forces me to look him in the eye.

Mistake, I know at once.Hugemistake. His eyes are fathomless pools, and if I had an answer for him—what can I say to the man who’s slowly setting my pussy to pulsing, who clearly thinks I’m achild—I wouldn’t be able to give it.

“Hey, kid?” He gives me a little shake.

I groan inwardly. It keeps getting better and better.

“We need a name, kid. Now, listen, I know you think you don’t want us to call the cops.”

No, I don’tthinkthat. Iknowyou can’t. You can’t because he’s got people in with the police. He’s got people in with the paramedics, with the hospitals. He’s everywhere.

“But honestly, whatever kind of trouble you’re in, however bad it seems now?—”

“You can’t!” I blurt, and I’m on my feet, sprinting with strength and speed I didn’t know I had and knocking the one with the cellphone to the ground.

“Hey, now!”

But before any of them can react beyond the exclamation of surprise, I dart out of there, past their stunned faces, and out of the woods, into certain death.

Duke

“What the actual fuck?” Shep mutters.

“Here, let me help you up.” I extend a hand, and my brother clasps it. In seconds, he is on his feet again, brushing the leaves and dirt from his pants while Elvis watches with amusement.

“Where’d he go?” I turn to look in the direction I think the kid sprinted off in.

My brother snorts.

“What?” I turn to look right instead, but when even Elvis laughs, I look at them. “What?” I demand with some force. Don’t they get it? We’re losing time here, and now, unless we want to turn their back on someone who most likely needs our help, we have two things to track.

“Heis a she,” Shep supplies with a wicked grin.

“The coyote?” I ask blankly.

My brother’s brow furrows. “When did you start needing glasses, old man?”

Frustrated, I snap, “You stay and look for the animal. I’m going for the kid. Let’s hope webothfind what we’re after so we can get home.”

“Bad eyesightanda short temper,” I hear Shep say to Elvis as I walk away. “Guess it all starts to go downhill after fifty.”

I have half a mind to turn around and snap back, but I decide to shut the two of them out—even though Elvis is silent, I can feel his eyes on my back—and focus on the task at hand. I have a job to do, and besides which, Shep is just fulfilling his duties as an annoying kid sibling. It’s just getting harder to brush off because as I’m getting older, so is he, but my brother has an annoying way of not seeming to feel the passing of time.

Despite Shep’s jabs about my age, I don’t feel old as I run after the kid. All I feel is the worry pushing me forward. There are only so many places for a person to go, and all of them pose danger. My service instincts kick in as my arms pump and my legs stride through the unfamiliar terrain. My eyes are scouring the area the entire time as my brain races with all the possibilities of the countless scenarios that could end in disaster. But this headstrong kid couldn’t care less, apparently, and though at times I wished I’d found someone to settle down with, right now as my lungs burn and I’m beginning to sweat, I’m kinda glad I’d never decided to get serious with someone and make babies.

Finally, just when I was beginning to think it might be time to call it quits, I spot a flash of dark, raven-black hair out of the corner of my eye. A triumphant thrill, overlaid with relief flashes through my chest. It has to be him.

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