Page 3 of Her Demanding Biker
I wanted to lift a hand and touch my face because it felt like it was burning up.
Willow was practically vibrating with joy and with her arm over my shoulders, I couldn't help but get swept up in the emotion of the moment.
"Diesel is..." I didn't know what people in motorcycle clubs called each other. When there were shows on TV, I'd never watched them.
Anything with questionable subjects was not allowed by my dad, and later... my husband.
I tasted bile on the back of my tongue.
Willow seemed to pick up the thread of my thoughts and luckily, she didn't seem to realize that I'd all but swallowed my tongue.
"Diesel is my man," Willow beamed at him and sighed like she'd just seen her first chocolate cake. "He's everything."
My heart ached at her words.
I'd felt that way before.
Part of me still harbored a secret feeling like that, but the man I'd loved was gone.
Long gone.
He'd left me behind.
Why?
I still didn't know.
"The other two with him are Rock and Loot."
I looked at the other two and even though their names were kind of cute, there was no way to say that these men were 'cute' like their names.
"Does everyone have... cool names like yours?"
The instant the words were out of my mouth, I realized how stupid I sounded.
I reached up a hand to move it over the swell of my baby.
These men didn't seem hurtful. They might look scary as all get out, but they didn't seem like they were going to be indiscriminately mean.
But... I'd learned a long time ago that looks could be deceiving.
Diesel looked like he was on the verge of laughing which made me feel better, but it was Rock who spoke. "The club gives us our names when we patch in."
Patch in.
That sounded like 'military jargon.' The kind of words and phrases that my father and his men tossed around like it was their bread and butter.
Things that families learned to be able to fit into their lives and not get left behind.
"So," I was trying to find some common ground here, "there are stories behind the names."
Diesel nodded. "Sometimes it's something good and sometimes..."
Rock snorted a laugh. "The name is a way to bust our chops."
I couldn't help it then, joining in with a laugh.
This... talking to these men... felt good.
