Page 24 of Biker Daddies

Until all three of us hear the shower turn on in her room.

We snap our heads in that direction and I hear a gulp come from one of us. I don’t know who. It could have been me.

She’s naked, and those fucking images from when I was in the shower this morning resurface. Her body is wet and soon suds will cover her flawless skin. My hands ache to touch, to roam, to explore, and I growl, angrily drinking my coffee louder than necessary.

“Well, let’s hope that’s the case, right?” Colt chimes in too happily. “Because this isn’t going well. I’m imagining her all kinds of naked in all kinds of positions.”

“Colt.” Bane grimaces.

“Tell me you aren’t.”

“I want more than that.” Bane doesn’t take his eyes from her room, a darkness clouding his face. “She’d never want me anyway,” he whispers so low I barely hear him.

“Brother, if you saw how she looked at you last night, you wouldn’t be thinking that.” I slap his shoulder and listen to the different sounds of the water splashing onto the stall’s floor. She’s moving, bathing, bending down to wash her legs, and my cock is well on its way to being hard again.

“This is the last thing we need. Not with church being about the rival MC.” I lace my fingers around the back of my neck and rock, wishing she’d hurry up and turn the shower off.

If she were a club whore, I’d make myself welcome. I’d open up that door, push her to her knees, and slide my cock into her mouth like I’ve done a hundred times before.

Harlow isn’t a club whore. She’s so much more than that. She doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment. The girls that hang around the club are only after a patch. They want to be someone’s property and they don’t care if it means using their own bodies to get it. Club whores never get a “Property of” cut.

It doesn’t mean they don’t get jealous. I’ve seen a few fights between whores and someone’s old lady, and it never ends well for the whores.

If one of the bikers chooses an old lady, that’s a special someone. That decision doesn’t come lightly.

I’ve never had someone like that and neither has Colt or Bane, but Grizzly has, and his ended tragically. I remember the day she died and I never thought we’d be able to get him out of that darkness he pulled himself into. Harlow was who kept Grizzly alive. He found his reason for life through his daughter.

The water finally cuts off and the three of us exhale in relief.

“Um, guys?” she shouts from the bathroom.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” I shout, kicking myself for using the pet name I gave her.

“I don’t have a towel.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, not wanting to go in there.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” Colt offers.

“What are we, twelve?” Bane snaps.

“Guys?” Harlow shouts again, her voice beckoning me to the dark side.

“Okay, one round. Here we go,” I state.

All of us put a fist out.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.” I flatten my hand to signal paper.

Bane and Colt both have scissors.

I tilt my head back. “Assholes. You cheated.”

Colt chuckles, relaxing as he leans against the fridge. “How the hell does one cheat at that game?”

“I don’t know.” My legs feel heavy as I walk to the hallway closet that has all the sheets, towels, and blankets. My boots feel weighted down by two hundred pounds of cement and sweat begins to break out all over my body.

Why am I having this reaction? I’m thirty-eight years old. It isn’t a big deal to see a woman naked.

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