Page 3 of Protected By the Bikers Next Door
The worry must be written across my face as he takes pity on me and stops taunting me. “Alright, everyone, party’s over.”
To my surprise, almost immediately, everyone does as they’re told and leaves. The only remaining stragglers are a fewscantily dressed women, no doubt hoping to hang around and try to hook up with the guys.
“Thank you,” I say through gritted teeth. I shouldn’t have to thank him for doing the bare minimum most neighbors manage, but I don’t want a feud.
He shrugs. “Party was getting boring anyway, until you walked in,” he says, fixing me with that intense gaze, and my legs feel weak. But then he adds, “Don’t expect us to start acting like Boy Scouts just because you didn’t do your research before you moved in.” And I’m reminded of why I don’t like him.
“Don’t expect me not to call the police next time if you can’t follow the law,” I reply, smiling sweetly as I turn on my heel and, with all the integrity I can muster in my ratty pajamas, storm out.
To my relief, Jenny is still fast asleep when I return. I peek out the window at the now quiet house, and I feel a strange sense of triumph and relief when I notice the women who were lingering at the end are finally leaving, too. With the room now silent, sleep should come easily, and yet it doesn’t. My turbulent thoughts are now filled with the three handsome strangers who live next door.
Chapter 2
Wolf
Ever since she came marching into our house last night like an avenging angel, all fire and brimstone, I can’t stop thinking about our new neighbor, Harper. She’s a fierce lioness if I ever saw one. We only spoke for a moment, but I can already tell she’d do anything for her daughter. Lucky kid.
Her protectiveness only made her sexier because she is sexy, though I don’t doubt that if you tried to tell her, she’d deny it. I could see the signs as clear as day that someone almost managed to douse her fire and made her feel less than the goddess that she is. I’m fascinated by her already. I want to know everything. But I also have a reputation to uphold. I can’t let her blatant disrespect toward me go unpunished.
As with all the previous tenants, we start with a small, yet clear warning. In the early hours of the morning, while she was sleeping, we messed up her front lawn a little with our bikes and left them parked there. The message is clear—this is our turf.
Hawk and I are watching out of the front window in anticipation of her reaction when we hear Bear stomping down the stairs. “She up yet?” he asks with a yawn.
“Not yet,” Hawk mutters, not looking around.
“Hey, make us some coffee, will you?” I say, turning to Bear. “Ugh. Put a shirt on. Nobody needs to see your hairy chest this early.”
“I thought Harper might. Figured I’d give her a front row ticket to the gun show,” he says with a wink.
So it’s not just me who’s intrigued by our hot new neighbor. I shouldn’t be surprised. We usually have the same taste in women. If you ask me, I can’t think of a single man who wouldn’t find Harper attractive.
Bear returns with our coffee just as the front door opens and Harper comes tearing outside, no doubt to confirm what she saw from her window. She’s changed out of her pajamas into a simple white t-shirt and denim cut-offs, which hug her curves in all the right places. I allow myself to wonder if this skimpy outfit is for my benefit. I could tell that the attraction was mutual.
“This should be interesting,” I say to the others.
We all crane forward, eager to watch her reaction. I’m hoping that she’ll come right over and shout at me again. I’ve never enjoyed pissing a woman off so much before, or being spoken back to for that matter. To my surprise, she instead heads around the back of the house. When she reappears clutching a hose, Bear is the quickest to grasp the situation and goes running outside.
It’s only when she turns on the hose to full power and aims it at our bikes that I catch up with what’s happening.
Hawk and I rush outside after Bear. He’s already close to Harper, shouting at her to stop. Harper simply turns the hose on him, soaking his jeans through. He holds up his hands in surrender, and she turns the hose back onto the bikes again.
“Harper, stop, the pressure could damage them!” he booms, seeming to believe that Harper doesn’t know exactlywhat she’s doing. Does he think she’s just giving them a nice wash for us?
Realizing she isn’t going to stop, he wrestles the hose off her, soaking her in the process, before turning it off. There’s a collective intake of breath from us men as we notice her white t-shirt is now see-through; it clings to her curves—perfect breasts, the nipples hard and showing through the lace of her bra, soft stomach, and hips just made for grabbing onto. My cock twitches in my pants, and I feel like a schoolboy.
“You asshole!” she yells at Bear, pushing her wet hair from her face as she gapes at him in shock.
“Sorry, darlin’, I didn’t mean to get you wet. I just had to stop you. You could have damaged the bikes,” he explains.
“It’s just water.”
“High pressure,” Bear grits out.
“Well, you should have thought about that before you messed up my yard,” she mutters.
I stride over. “Annoying when your neighbors think they can come onto your property and mess things up, isn’t it?” I remark casually. She glares at me with fire in her eyes, and I can’t stop myself from provoking her further. She’s just too goddamned sexy when she’s mad. “If you think that giving us a wet t-shirt show is going to stop us from doing this, you’re sorely mistaken.”
She finally notices that her shirt is transparent, and she immediately crosses her arms over herself. “I wasn’t the one who got me wet,” she hisses.
