Page 15 of Biker Daddies

“No,” he clips, grabbing Addy from me and tossing her on her bed too. “I’m not doing the tucking,” he warns, stomping out of the room and heading to Harlow’s.

“Just a ray of sunshine you are,” I shout over my shoulder for him to hear me.

I step inside the room and grab the extra blanket at the bottom of the bed, gently placing it over Addy’s body.

“Colt?” she says sleepily.

“Yeah, it’s me. Go to sleep, everything is fine.” I stroll out of her room and that’s when I hear her say one last thing.

“She’s been crazy about you three forever. Don’t tell her I said that.” She sighs. “She’d kill me,” she mumbles before passing out again.

My heart hammers in my chest at the thought. A very wrong, not-allowed thought, but damn I can’t deny Harlow felt good in my arms when I had her there.

“How is she doing?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe and crossing my arms.

“She’ll be fine. Hungover as hell tomorrow with a lot of regrets, but fine.”

“What time is it?” Bane asks, the loud sound of a can popping open has us turning.

He has a beer in his hand.

“Seriously? A beer? It’s three in the morning.”

“Name a better time to have one.” Bane lifts the beer to his lips and plops down in the chair settled in the corner. He raises his brows at us. “I mean, there’s more in the fridge if you want it.”

“You aren’t supposed to drink on the job. If Prez knew you were drinking while we were taking care of Harlow, he’d kick your ass, then he’d kick mine.”

“I’m not driving, and I’m not trashed. I can handle one beer. Focus your concern on Harlow.”

Alto huffs, the chain hanging from his pocket clinking together as he stands. “Don’t act like you aren’t concerned, Bane. I saw it there for a second. You didn’t know what to do.”

“She touched me. I don’t like to be touched. That’s all that was,” Bane tries to explain himself.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night.” I slap his shoulder and he sneers at me, telling me to take my hand away from his body. “My fault.” I raise my hand in surrender, then rub my eyes when they begin to burn. “So, can we go? She’s taken care of, right? It’s probably best if we leave.”

Alto exhales a big breath, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t know.” He groans in frustration. “You guys go. Then at least one person will be here if anything happens.”

“We aren’t leaving you here.”

“I agree with Bane.”

We fall silent for a minute, all of our eyes on Harlow as she sleeps. Even in her sleep, I can tell she doesn’t feel well.

“I can’t stop thinking about her messages or what she’s said since we got here,” Alto admits, breaking the silence.

Bane chokes on his beer and I inhale a sharp breath from his words.

I shake my head, staring at the floor and focusing on the scuffs ruining my new boots.

Aw, man. How did they get there?

“No, nope. No. Stop it,” I mumble, unable to stop shaking my head. “Take it back. Take the words back.”

His gaze is annoyed when he narrows it at me. “What are we, twelve? I’m not taking it back. You sound ridiculous.”

“I’m going tosoundalive,” I remind him. “While standing over your grave because Grizzly would have killed you. Take the words back. Don’t put that out in the universe. No.” I snatch thin air as if the words are floating right in front of me.

“Stop acting like I didn’t say what we were all thinking. She’s a grown woman, a beautiful fucking woman who likes us. Not just one of us, all of us.”

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