Page 48 of Baby for the Bikers

“I’ve always wondered what’s under that towel,” I say before I can stop myself. “Ever since that first morning we showed up.”

Her cheeks flush pink, but her eyes narrow. “It’s a little early for the weed to affect you.”

“It’s not the weed.” I shrug, dropping onto her couch and finishing the brownie anyway. Might as well commit to the mistake. “Just being honest.”

She makes a sound that’s half scoff, half laugh. “I’m going to get dressed. Try not to eat anything else while I’m gone.”

I watch her retreat to her bedroom, unable to stop myself from imagining what that towel is hiding. Those leather pants she wore to the races showed off curves that have been haunting me for days. I bet she’s soft in all the right places and strong in others. The kind of body that could take everything I want to give—for hours.

Fuck. Maybe the weed is hitting faster than I thought. My thoughts are too dirty, even for me.

A knock at the door interrupts my increasingly inappropriate thoughts. Before I can move, the door opens and an older woman steps in, her silver hair cut short and tattoos visible on her forearms.

“Morning, sweetheart! Here to pick up my order—” She stops when she sees me, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Well, hello there. You must be one of the Kane boys.”

“Maddox,” I offer, standing to shake her hand. “You must be Mae.”

“That I am. Where’s our girl?”

“Getting dressed.” I gesture toward the bedroom. “I’m just picking her up.”

Mae’s eyes drift to the tray of edibles, then back to me with a knowing look. “You sample my medicine, honey?”

I feel my face heat slightly. “Just one. Maybe two. Didn’t know what they were.”

“Mae?” Rowan calls from her bedroom. “Is that you?”

“Sure is, darling. Just meeting your friend here. Seems he’s enjoyed some of my special order.”

Rowan groans loudly. “I told him they weren’t for him!”

Mae cackles, the sound surprisingly youthful. “No harm done.” She walks over to the edibles, wrapping most of them in wax paper before putting them in her bag. She leaves two on the counter and winks at me. “Take these for the road. Might make the day more interesting.”

“Mae!” Rowan sounds scandalized.

“What? Boy looks like he could use a little relaxation.” Mae pats my cheek like I’m a child. “Don’t worry about her. She’s just protective of her baking.”

“The edibles are amazing,” I tell her sincerely.

“Aren’t they just? Girl’s got magic in her hands.” Mae heads for the door, calling out, “Thanks for the goodies, Rowan! See you at rent time!”

The door closes behind her just as Rowan emerges from her bedroom. I have to swallow hard at the sight of her. She’s wearing tight black jeans that hug her thighs like they were painted on, a deep red tank top that shows off her arms, and a black leather jacket that’s just worn enough to look lived-in. Her hair is dried now, falling in loose waves around her shoulders.

“You ready?” she asks, eyebrow raised at my obvious staring.

“Born ready, princess.” I stand, pleased to find I’m steady on my feet. “You look good.”

Something about the outfit makes her look different—more complicated, more dangerous. Like she’s putting on armor rather than clothes. It’s hot as hell, but it also makes me wonder what she’s protecting herself from.

Or is it the weed making me philosophical? Hard to tell.

“Let’s go,” she says, grabbing keys and a small backpack. “Before those edibles really kick in.”

The ride to the garage is quick, and my awareness of her body pressed against my back is heightened by the chemicals starting to flow through my system. Her thighs bracket mine as she holds on, and the weight of her chest against my back is a sweet torture I’m not eager to end.

When we pull up to Black Dog, she climbs off first, looking up at the sign with an unreadable expression.

“This is really where it all began,” she says, her voice distant as her eyes take in the garage.

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