Page 14 of Biker Daddies

“Mmm,” she hums in relief.

“Grab a pot. For throw-up. Just in case.”

Alto gives me a quick nod, disappearing out of the room, and Bane tosses me a Gatorade.

“Perfect.” I unscrew the bottle and wrap an arm around her. “Harlow?” I whisper, sliding my knuckles down her cheek.

“Hmm?”

“I need you to take a drink of this. Can you do that for me?”

She messily wraps her lips around the rim and I’m able to tilt it. Some of the drink spills on the blanket, but she’s able to get some down her throat. I call that a win.

“Good girl,” I praise her, kicking myself the moment I say it.

She’s not my girl. I have no right to say that.

I only call my women good girls. I’ll chalk it up to me not having a woman in a while.

“I’m going to put the drink on the nightstand, okay?” I tell her.

“Okay, Colt,” she replies.

“Hey, that’s good, right? She knows it’s me. That’s a start.”

Alto interrupts Bane from speaking when he comes into the room with the pot. “Hey, you two take care of her friends and get them to bed. I’ll watch over Harlow.”

I don’t argue because there’s no arguing orders from the VP.

I give Harlow one last look as Alto takes the spot next to her, the bed dipping from his weight. His brows dip as he stares at her, a confused expression I know too well.

We’ve all been wearing it because we all have been feeling it.

She opens her eyes, they flutter as if they’re heavy. She smiles up at Alto, her hand pressing against his cheek. “I love your eyes,” she mumbles. “So unique.”

Alto flinches from her touch as if it burns.

But I bet it burns in a way that feels good.

“You’re all so handsome. It’s unfair.”

I grin when I hear her say that and then I remember Alto’s orders. I walk out the bedroom door with Bane at my side.

“You get Meredith?” I tell him while I stare down at Addison. “I’ll get Addy.”

Bane grunts in agreement, lifting Meredith up without an issue, and I bend down, slinging Addy over my shoulder.

Neither of them wake up from being jostled so heavily. Meredith even snores while Bane carries her.

“Wait. Wait. Let’s grab pictures and then we can send it to them tomorrow.”

Bane doesn’t look amused but he stops so I can take out my phone. I snag a picture and chuckle but Bane kicks the door open to Meredith’s room, then tosses her on the bed.

“Bane, at least tuck her in.”

He sighs in annoyance, grabbing the comforter bunched up at the bottom of the bed and dropping it over Meredith. Literally drops it.

“Do you hold an ounce of softness?”

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