Page 18 of Biker's Babygirl

“Shh!” I hiss, looking over my shoulder. Fortunately, they’re at the sink and don’t seem to have heard anything. “You’re lettin’ your imagination run away with you,” I say, looking at both of them in turn. “Just because we came across her in unusual circumstances?—”

“But she won’t say what she was doing there,” Ellie interjects, always the voice of reason.

“I don’t think she should stay here. Not when we don’t know anything about her,” Shep adds.

I shake my head, frustrated with the pair of them. “I already told her she could. She has nowhere else to go.”

“You don’t find that a little bit weird?” my brother challenges. “She looks young enough to still be living at home.”

“People are living at home until their late twenties now days,” I shoot back.

“Exactly, so why doesn’t she just call her parents?”

“That’s not always the answer for everyone, and you damn well know it.” As soon as the words escape, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I didn’t mean to snap at Shep, but I hate my authority being questioned. “What do you want us to do?” I try again. “Take shifts staying awake?”

“Not a bad idea,” Shep retorts, still calm and level-headed, and paranoid as usual.

I snort, but I can tell they’re not backing down. “I just don’t get you guys.”

“Of course you don’t, but that’s because you’ve got a thing for her.”

I whirl on Shep, annoyed. “I do not. She’s too young for me. Besides, I would never put any of us at risk for the sake of my libido,” I snap. With that, I push my chair back, gather my plate and glass, and walk toward the kitchen. I can hear them continue to talk in muted whispers, but I determinedly ignore them.

I haven’t taken many steps when I become aware of the animated chatter coming from the couple at the sink. And it isn’t just Jessica—Elvis is actually answering her, splashing water up and making her laugh.

Not Shep then. Elvis.I nod firmly to myself, forcing my feelings back in line. I know better than most that feelings lie to you, anyway. And besides, I’m too old to be thinking about a long-term romance, anyway.

But as I keep walking, something stirs inside my chest.Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m being foolish where she’s concerned because she’s young… and she has a nice smile.

Once I reach them, I clear my throat.

Jessica turns, her smile bright and instant.

Something clenches in my chest.Damn. Almost like she’s happy to see me.As soon as the thought hits me, my heart sinks.Theyareright. Damn it. I hate when that happens.

With a crook of my finger, I summon her.

“Be right back,” she says in a sing-song to Elvis.

They’re wrong. She’s harmless. And she’s clearly into Elvis—I need to tell my cock to settle down and get used to the idea.

“What’s up?” she asks, all bubbly and relaxed.

It’s the first time I’ve seen her that way since we’ve met—Elvis reallyisgood for her—and I hate that I have to take it away. Nonetheless, I’ve never been the type to shy away from a job that needs doing.

“I was talking with Shep and Ellie,” I begin.

The happiness fades from her eyes at just those few words, and her teeth sink into the soft, peachy pillow of her bottom lip.

If she was mine, I would make her let that beautiful lip go.Down, boy,I command my stirring cock. “Listen, I’m fine with you staying tonight, really.”

“Okay…” She trails off, waiting for the full story.

“I just need you to assure me that you aren’t hiding anything that might cause problems for me and my crew.”

She laughs. It’s a dry, ironic kind of laugh, but a laugh just the same. “What are you saying? What kind of person do you think I am?”

A wonderful one, probably. One that should be happy and taken care of and safe all the time.

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