Page 69 of Biker Daddies

“Feels like it too,” Colt shouts from the other side of the truck. “I’m always cleaning up after him after I ask him to pick up his fucking socks around the house.”

“Oh, like you’re any better. I clean up after you all the time. How many mugs do you need to use all day? You leave them around the damn house. All full of water or coffee. Just pick a damn cup,” I argue, groaning in relief when the door opens.

“My mugs depend on my mood.”

“Mood mugs do not happen. They aren’t a thing,” I seethe, annoyed at him.

“Okay, how about it doesn’t matter,” Lifesaver says. “Set them on the couch.”

“Oh my god!” Harlow screeches and runs to our side, catching herself before she touches me. I can tell it’s painful for her to old back. “What happened to you both?” She blinks away tears and all I want to do is kiss her senselessly, then hold her tight.

It hurts me that I can’t.

“I’m okay. It was an unexpected ambush, but we are fine. The bikes aren’t, but we are.” I tap her hand and she grips my fingers for a second before letting go.

Lifesaver sees the touch before eyeing me. “Looks like it’s mostly road rash. You need a few stitches in your arm and you might have a concussion, but other than that, you’re lucky.” He plucks the debris out of my arm—pebbles, rocks, and glass.

“Ow,” I bitch.

“Really?” He plucks another piece out. “Shut up.”

“Aren’t there medications you can give me?”

“You’re tattooed from head to toe and you’re complaining about this?” Lifesaver removes another chunk of glass.

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt,” I grumble. “Needles and removing glass from your skin are two different things.”

“You’re being a baby,” Colt says, just as Bullwhip brings him a beer.

“I’m going to skin you while you sleep if you don’t stop,” I warn.

While Lifesaver works, Harlow doesn’t leave our side, but she doesn’t hang around too close. Alto remains by her too while she chews on her fingernails with anxiety. Lifesaver clears his throat and narrows his eyes at me, but doesn’t ask the question on his tongue in front of everyone.

I’m glad he doesn’t because I’m hoping it isn’t a question dealing with Harlow.

I close my eyes while Lifesaver works on me and Colt. I tilt my head back onto the couch cushion and get cleaned up.

“Where’s Grim?” Alto asks.

That has me opening my eyes and looking around. “Yeah, where is the amazing Grim?” That was laced with too much sarcasm.

I don’t regret it.

Grizzly sighs. “He had club business he had to take care of. He’ll be back.”

“You don’t find that suspicious?”

Everyone turns to Harlow because she never questions Grizzly.

“He’s from one of the most—”

“Respectable clubs,” she finishes for him. “We know. I just find it convenient that your members are here hurt, and he’s nowhere to be found.”

“Harlow, you don’t understand.”

“Oh, I think I understand just fine. You don’t know Grim like you think you do and you’re wanting to throw me to him in hopes your MC gets stronger. You can’t use me as meat. I won’t let you.” She goes into her room and slams the door, leaving everyone stunned at her little outburst.

But I can’t help but want her after that burst of sass. My cock is hard, my lust is raging, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.

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