Page 17 of Biker Daddies

God, just the thought has my stomach rolling again. I don’t know how I can still be sick. I’ve thrown up enough to get some of my rational thought back to me.

I regret everything.

I pat Bane’s back, and on any other day I’d be way more enamored by how wide and muscular he is. “Put me down,” I urge him, just as we get to the bottom of the steps. “I’m going to be sick again.” Only this time, only half of why I’m sick is because of the alcohol I shouldn’t have mixed together, and the other half is the nerves and anxiety I have about the three men I crave more than anything seeing me at my worst.

Also, they’re probably going to tell my dad about this, and the lecture I’m going to get is going to be a long one with lots of yelling.

I bend over and my hair falls in my face, but then it’s gone.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Let it all out. You’re okay.” Alto’s voice soothes me as he holds my hair back.

Bane is standing in front of me so no one can see what’s going on, then there’s Colt.

He is saying the sweetest things which help the roll of sickness pass. “This has happened to the best of us. You shouldn’t be ashamed. It’s all right. No one here is going to judge you.”

I’m judging myself.

Why? Why did they have to answer that stupid text? Why did I play that dumb game? This isn’t how I wanted them to find out I have feelings for them. I never wanted them to find out because I know my heart would just get broken, shattered, and I’d never want to show my face at the clubhouse again.

Actually, that might still be in the plan.

When I’m better, I’m going to run away. I’ll change my name and never look back. They won’t be able to find me. I’ll crawl into a hole to never be seen again.

My drunk self is annoying. Apparently I’m a hot mess, and on top of that, I’m feeling tears burn my eyes.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

The salty water fills until my sight of the bushes in front of the apartment blurs and eventually the warm liquid spills over.

Great, not only am I a hot mess, but I’m a crier when I’m drunk. I’m never drinking again. I’m never playing truth or dare with shots. I’m never doing the college partying thing again. This feeling isn’t worth it.

“Sweetness, it’s okay. Don’t be upset. We’ll take care of you,” Colt tries to reassure me. His hand on my back feels good. Too good. His palm is spread out across my lower back and his fingers draw small circles across it as he tries to calm me down. “You’re safe.”

“I’m sorry,” I blurt, fighting the urge to get sick again.

I’d rather pass out and be left in front of the bushes.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to drink so much and I shouldn’t have messaged what I did,” I ramble quickly, trying to fix the situation so I don’t lose them in my life. It would have been a nightmare seeing my dad and then Colt, Bane, and Alto surrounding him, then not being able to even look them in the eye.

“Don’t worry about that right now,” Alto says, his hand finding my shoulder to give it a squeeze. “We need to get you to the house. You’ve ruined your bed.”

I groan, the memory fuzzy even though what he’s talking about just happened a few minutes ago. “Don’t remind me.” I wave my hand to try to find his body to push him away, but I touch his thigh instead. Instead of pushing him away, I find myself using him for support. I moan when my stomach cramps again and I wrap my arm around his leg, tug him close, and lean my head against his thigh. “I’m mortified,” I grumble.

“Don’t be,” Bane grunts in his typical deep, slightly annoyed tone. “Alto has woken up naked in places he does not remember with people he didn’t know.”

I frown at the thought of Alto with anyone. I know the guys in the club get around, especially with the club whores. I’ve seen my fair share of what goes on in the clubhouse. I don’t care about seeing any of the other guys getting laid, but the one time I saw Alto and Colt getting their cocks sucked at the same time by some drunk biker bunny, I haven’t been able to go back to the clubhouse. It hurts too much knowing some whore got to experience two men I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember.

If only I was someone else. If only I had a different name, body, and face. If this was another world, another time, maybe I’d be able to have them the way I’ve always wanted.

“That’s reassuring. I can’t say I’ve ever forgotten men I’ve hooked up with.” I don’t mean to sound a bit bitter or try to rub anything in their faces, because they wouldn’t care who I have or haven’t been with.

I’ve never been with anyone sexually. There have been “almost” kisses, but I always backed out at the last second. It never felt right. Alto, Bane, and Colt don’t need to know those details. They can think I’m experienced and maybe they’d consider wanting me.

“You don’t need to be hooking up with anyone,” Alto bites.

Colt agrees, “You’re too young for that.”

I snort, then stand straight, stumbling to the left when I lose my balance. I’m still seeing double, but it’s better than quadruple.

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