Page 25 of My Three S**y Bikers

“You’ve got one hell of a library over there.” She pointed to the library at the back of my room.

Crap, my cover had been blown! I forgot I’d shown her that part of house, too. Even my damn bedroom, and no one ever entered there, not even my sister.

Then again, she’d said that sharing with me as a kid was the reason why. I was nasty back then, but being in the Navy made me change my ways.

“All these networks and I have no idea what’s new. I’m a reader, not a watcher.”

She laughed. “Big bad biker guy, with his Harley and a book. I can see why you kept that quiet. So, what are all these channels for?”

“Family. Whenever I babysit my niece and nephews. They love Disney and Netflix. Sometimes, they check out Prime. That’s the only time the TV goes on.”

She stopped laughing and took the remote from my hand.

“I know you said your sister comes over with her kids, but I never pictured you as a babysitter?”

I was surprised she hadn’t figured it out. I thought it was pretty obvious.

“They’re always here. Why do you think I have more baby and kid stuff here than a damn nursery?”

She tilted her head to the side, as if what I said didn’t make sense.

“Ben is ten, but like Rebecca, my sister, he thinks he’s going on twenty. He’s too old for his age. Kate is the baby. She’s the one the playpen is for, and as for April, she just turned five. They’re here every week. I pick them up from school at least three times a week. I don’t do the morning drop offs because my sis says I’m not an early riser. That part she is right about, but when it comes to picking them up, I’m never late.”

Mel’s eyes widened as if she were surprised by my confession. “Wow. You’re a lot more sensitive than I thought you were.”

I put my hands up as if I were under arrest.

“Guilty as charged. I love having them over. When they go, I tend to head to the club. It gets lonely whenever they’re not around.”

“The school runs. Being there for your sister. Your house. Everything. It’s like you’re a completely different person compared to when you’re in the club.”

A lump formed in my throat, as I felt as exposed as if she’d seen me down the street walking naked. Not only did she see the side of me in the club, but this side, too. My home.

“It’s just that part of me is this way and another part is another way. It doesn’t mean I’m different. It just means there’s more to me than meets the eye. I’m sure there’s more to you!”

I got up and got the bottle of wine from the kitchen as she told me about the cruel treatment of her mother, something I couldn’t comprehend in a million years.

As we spoke, she started to cry and let it all out. I remembered what my sis said to me one time, about always being the type who could be a great listener to women. I was for my niece. She had more love interests than any guy in the damn club. I loved hearing about her growing pains and knowing she could turn to me. That was the fun part about being an uncle, and having a family was something Mel clearly needed in her life.

I drew closer to her on the sofa and pressed my lips against hers. She didn’t retaliate, so I grabbed her glass and placed it on the side table while I tasted every part of her mouth.

“Hmm,” she purred, and it gave me permission to take it a little further.

But I didn’t. I realized I was in trouble, because I was settling for a kiss, not pushing her for anything more.

This wasn’t me at all.

I was a fuck them and leave them type of guy.

Until, I kissed Mel.

13

MELINDA

After a fantastic night at Playboy’s house, I drove back home in the morning. He was a gentleman, which was a big deal for me. I couldn’t get emotionally attached to one guy when I was caught up with another, Lucky.

“You can come back here anytime. Especially when my nieces and nephew are around, so Dwayne can spend time with other kids.”

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