Page 5 of Her Demanding Biker
Likely because I was so tense all the time. The nurse at the doctor's office had given me a long, hard look and told me to relax a little.
Right.
Me.
Relax.
If she'd seen the bottom line of my bank account, she'd probably understand more.
"Diesel!"
I heard the soft rebuke from Willow and looked up in time to see her give her man a punch in the arm.
I opened my mouth to tell her that he hadn't done anything wrong.
"Sorry."
I know my chin must have dropped to my chest because there was no way I'd expect a man like Diesel to apologize to someone like me.
"There," Willow turned to look at me before she turned back to look at Diesel with a bright smile on her face, "that wasn't so hard."
"I'm good." My voice sounded like I'd strangled it out of my throat. "I'm glad it's just me. I apparently," my throat was rough just like my love life, "have crappy taste in men."
Rock laughed and Loot snickered at my words. "You don't have to hold back with us."
Loot nodded. "We don't care."
They might not, but I still remembered the first time I said a curse word in front of my father.
He'd cracked me across my face with his open hand and knocked me down to the floor.
That had been a powerful lesson in keeping those words out of my mouth.
"Just know you don't have to hold your tongue around these guys." Willow leaned in and hugged me. It was a little awkward with my belly, but we managed and when she stepped back I felt lighter for it. "And there's a party this weekend. I'll come by and pick you up."
Diesel pulled her into his arms, holding her with her back to his front and his arms around her body like he couldn't get close enough. "I'll send someone to pick you up. I'm taking Willow on my sled."
He tipped his head back toward the curb and I caught his meaning.
"Oh, okay." I tried to keep my voice calm, but for some reason, I was kind of looking forward to going to this party.
It was probably a huge mistake, but with Willow moving out of the duplex to live with Diesel, I wasn't sure how many times I'd get a chance to see her if I didn't know more about her life with Diesel.
And I didn't have any friends I could afford to lose.
Two wasn't exactly an overflowing circle of friends, right?
"I just... I don't know if I can ride on a motorcycle." I felt stupid for saying it. No one wanted a negative Nancy.
"Don't worry, Arlys." Willow gave me a wink. "Some of these big guys have cars, too. They just don't like to use them unless theyhaveto."
By the expressions on their faces, the men agreed.
They looked like they'd rather have someone pull out their fingernails than ride in a car, but I could understand it.
When you have the freedom of a motorcycle?
"A car must feel like... like a cage."
