Page 74 of Biker Daddies

The more time I spend with them, the more I fall in love with them, and the more I realize I can’t live without them. Daddy won’t approve and I’m not sure he ever will. I feel bad about that, for being the reason why my guys are going to lose their best friend. It isn’t fair. I can hope that daddy will take the news well, but I doubt he will.

I’m lost in thought before I’m looking over to the clock and noticing it’s around four in the morning. It should be early enough that no one is awake, or everyone will be awake depending on the night they had. That’s the bad thing about staying in the clubhouse. Some nights it’s quiet and peaceful.

Other nights, it’s loud and the party never stops.

I crawl out of bed, making good on my promise, and grab my robe hanging on the back of the door. Wrapping it around me, I rub my hands up and down the arms, the material soft and fuzzy. And let’s not forget warm.

I slowly open the door, peek my head out, and listen for anyone who is awake. I don’t see anyone either, so I rush from my bedroom to Colt’s again. There’s a rush of adrenaline when I tiptoe down the hallway.

The floors creak under my weight and I pause, hoping no one wakes up. I hear the sound of footsteps in the distance, and I rush to the kitchen to make it look like I’m there for a late-night snack or drink. I open the cabinet just in time to see Dart come out of his room. He scratches his stomach and pauses when he sees me.

He’s only in his underwear which has bananas all over it and they’re half-peeled.

Dart’s hands fall to his groin to cover himself up. “Harlow, I didn’t think you’d be awake.”

“Sorry,” I whisper so I don’t wake anyone up. “I’m going to make some tea to help me fall asleep. I’m just a little restless.”

He takes a large, wide step in front of the counter where we keep all the baked goods. One hand still covers his crotch while the other snags a few cookies from the tray.

“I have a sweet tooth. I’m just going to go. I’ll…I need a glass of milk.”

“Dart?”

“Yeah?” he croaks, looking like he’s about to bolt.

“I really don’t care about your bananas. I’d rather just make my tea. I’m a grown woman. I’ve seen men in underwear before.” I mean, I haven’t. Not until Bane, Colt, and Alto.

“Right.” He clears his throat and drops his hand from his body, hurrying to my side then reaching above to grab a cup before setting it on the kitchen table.

We were supposed to have a conversation about why he was feeling so lonely, but I suppose now isn’t the time either. Dart is a good-looking guy and so sweet. He wears his heart on his sleeve and is always looking to make people smile.

He deserves to be happy.

“Goodnight, Harlow.” He raises his cup of milk to me before walking back to his room.

“Night!” I call out after him.

I tap my fingers on the counter, waiting for his door to close. When I hear it shut, I toss the tea down the drain and place my cup in the sink.

Flipping my stealth mode back on, I rush out of the kitchen, but not before smacking my toe against the corner of the wall.

“Ow! Ah, fuck,” I hiss, hopping on my leg while I hold my other foot.

I lean against the wall and inhale deeply through my nose. I swear, there is nothing worse than stubbing your toe. It’s a pain unlike any other and it stays as a low throb for hours.

“You okay?”

Dart’s voice has me jumping and throwing a hand to my chest. “Jesus, Dart.”

“Sorry. I heard something out here. Wanted to see if you were okay.”

“My toe could use your thoughts and prayers,” I grumble.

He yawns but smiles through it. “Sorry to hear that,” he says. “Where’s your tea? Did you drop it?” He checks the floor for a mess and my skin breaks out in a hot sweat.

I have to lie.

Anxiety chokes my voice and for a second his eyes wander down the hall, then back to me.

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