Page 58 of Bedding the Biker Next Door

“Do you want me to go the store with you?” he asked.

“Nope. You have a sink to fix.” She laughed. “And then you’re going next door to start packing for your trip.”

“Jill…”

She kissed him. “I’ll see you in a bit. Call me if you need anything.”

“I need you,” he said.

“Good, because I need you, too. That’s never going to change.”

He watched her go, loving the way her ass bounced a bit when she did.

When he was done fixing the cabinet and sink, he locked up Jill’s house and got on his bike. Jill was going to be mad at him, but he just couldn’t do it. He had too many things to stick around here for…mainly her. He would go to Liquid Cooled and let the guys know he wasn’t going on the ride. She would be upset for a minute or two, but she’d get over it. She’d understand that he wasn’t giving up what he wanted because of her. He was doing what he wanted.

What he wanted was to be with her.

When Cole pushed open the door of Liquid Cooled, he saw Smash, Stitch, and a guy named Dirty Dog who they called D.D., sitting at the counter.

“Hey! There he is!” Smash said, looking at the bartender. “Get him a beer.”

“Nah, I’m okay,” Cole said. “I just came by to tell you I’m not going to be able to make it on the Ride Home this year.”

“What the hell?” Stitch griped.

“I just have too many things to take care of around here.”

“You have to go, man! It’s the trip of a lifetime!” Stitch said. D.D. elbowed the old man. “Ow! What the hell was that for?”

Before either of the other two could say anything, Smash clapped him on the shoulder. “Man, you’re gonna disappoint the hell out of someone if you don’t go.”

“Nah, you guys will have so much fun, you won’t even notice I’m not there.”

“I’m not talking about us guys,” Smash said. “But there’s someone else who was only going because you are. This person has been doing an awful lot to prepare for this trip, too.”

“Well, pass on my apologies, Smash, because I’m not going.”

“You can apologize in person.” Smash looked toward the door that led from the bar to the clubhouse.

Cole glanced over and couldn’t believe his eyes. Jill was there, wearing a pair of dark, tight jeans, black leather riding chaps and black leather boots. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, and she wore a red and black skull cap on top of her head.

Slowly, Cole moved toward her. “Jill? What’s going on? Why are you wearing that?”

“Why? You don’t like it?” She pouted, her mouth looking luscious layered with bright red lipstick.

“Hell yeah, I do, woman! On you, anything looks hot! But why the chaps?”

“So I don’t hurt my legs. You were supposed to be at home while I made sure I’d packed everything I need on my bike.”

Cole’s head pounded with confusion even as a glimmer of understanding teased him. “What bike?”

“My bike,” she said with a grin. “You want to see it?”

He stood there with his mouth wide open, so she took him by the hand and led him outside. The men at the bar grinned at him as he walked by. Out front, Jill led him over to a Harley that was just slightly smaller than the rest. It was customized and almost brand new.

“You like it?” She bit her lip, her eyes gleaming.

“This is yours?”

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