Page 2 of Biker Daddies

“Beans, Mer. It’s spill thebeans,” Addison corrects.

Meredith frowns. “I know, but beads are harder to clean up and there are usually more of them. The inconvenience makes more sense.”

Addison opens her mouth to argue but can’t think of anything to say. “I can’t disagree with that. Point taken.”

“So tell us something we don’t know,” Meredith gets us back on track.

“Um.” I blush, thinking about what I could tell them. I don’t have a ton of secrets. Most of the experiences I’ve had are with Meredith and Addison. “I’m a virgin. I’ve never even kissed a man.”

Addison gasps and Meredith’s mouth falls open. “What!” they shout in unison.

I take a long swallow of my drink, suddenly feeling very thirsty. “It was too hard growing up in the MC. The guys made sure boys my age weren’t hanging around me. I’ve never had the chance.”

“We have to fix that immediately. To be fair, we are both virgins too, but we’ve kissed other guys.”

I feel better at Meredith’s words and pick up the coin. I hand it to Addison. She flips it and it lands on tails.

She groans.

A dare.

“I dare you,” I begin, having no idea what I’m about to say. I tap my finger against my chin as I think. My brows raise when I finally think of it. “I dare you to go next door and give that sexy neighbor one of your beers—”

“Psh, that’s easy,” she interrupts me and stands.

“—And…” I lean forward. “To give him your number so y’all can go out sometime.”

Meredith squeals, clapping her hands and bouncing on the couch cushion.

“Fine.” Addison lifts her chin, tossing her shoulders back. “That’s easy.” She saunters to the fridge, giving us a proud look as she swings the door open, snatches a beer, and then the bottle opener. It’s a simple one. It’s silver, smaller than her hand, and she twirls it on her finger before strolling to the door. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Addison is all bark and no bite—well, I’m sure she’d bite if tempted—but she puts on this persona that keeps everyone away from her.

We hurry to the peephole and since I’m taller than Meredith, I watch Addison knock on the neighbor’s door. I slap Meredith’s shoulder. “She’s doing it. She’s doing it.”

“No way! I want to see.”

Buzzed and giggling, I try to lift her up. She presses her hands against the door and we sway, trying to maintain balance, which is hard since we are both dying of laughter.

“He opened the door!”

“Oh, screw this.” I set her down and crack the door open, poking my head out, and Meredith does the same underneath me.

I’m sure we look like a pair.

The guy, Ryan, smiles down at Addison, then looks over her shoulder at us, a question on his face as his brows pinch together.

“Don’t mind them. I was just coming over to offer you a beer.” She pops the top off with the opener, catching the cap in her hand. “And was hoping I could get your number so we could go out sometime.”

Ryan grins, taking the beer from Addison’s outstretched hand. “I like your style. Let me see your phone.”

Addison slips her phone from her back pocket and hands it to Ryan. He types in his number and smirks just as his phone buzzes in his pocket.

“I have your number now too. I’ll be reaching out to you soon, Addison.” He drinks the beer, eyeing her up and down as if he wants to devour her.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” She swings the bottle opener again, twisting it around her finger, then she backs away.

I open the door, and their eyes are still locked on one another until I shut the door to break their connection.

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