Page 67 of Mile High With the Bikers
For a moment, there's nothing but his deep brown eyes, and then our lips mash together. He kisses me hard, like he needs to reclaim me after everything that happened, and make sure that no one forgets that I belong to him. My scalp tingles, my lips ache just a little, but it feels so right, so good to be back with all three of them.
“Alright, who needs attention? Oh fuck, you again, Shrapnel?” asks a square-built man whose short hair and beard have gone white. He's followed by Emily with a medical kit.
“Nah, Doc. Check the car first. Connor Whittaker's in the back. He’s stable but he needs you way more than me.” He moves to open the car, but Doc blocks him.
“I'll get it. Emily, check that stubborn hardass. I'm sure I can get a couple guys to help me carry Mr. Whittaker into the infirmary, right?”
It’s Bull and Diesel’s turn to try to help, but this time Viking pushes them back. “See to your girl and Shrapnel. We'll help Doc. Come find us after.”
“Doc knows what he's doing,” Diesel assures me. “He's one of the few of us who's got a daytime gig working a real job. He's an emergency surgeon at the ER. Your dad's in good hands.”
I nod. It's hard to watch Dad as they haul him out, but now that I know he’s alive and probably going to be fine, it feels safe to be annoyed that his ego got us into this in the first place.
“Ow!” Shrapnel protests when Emily checks his nose.
“Do you want this to set wrong and then have to listen to Rory complain about your snoring for the next forty years?” It’s funny to see a short, curvy woman yell at my big strong biker. After dealing with these guys for a while, you apparently learn how to keep them from walking all over you.
He rolls his eyes. “Fine. Just get it over with.”
“This is going to hurt.” She grins, and pulls a wad of cloth out of the first aid kit. “Just hold this under to catch the bleeding.”
No anesthesia or anything? I look away. There's a crunch, a loud groan, a “Jesus fuck,” and then quiet.
I turn back to find Emily patting his cheek. “Good boy.” Then she turns to me. “Keep an eye on him, okay? They’re a stubborn breed and sometimes you have to twist their arms into taking care of themselves. Oh, and I’ll get your email later so we can add you to the Brunch Club calendar. Good luck!”
“Thanks?” I nod, feeling a little overwhelmed. She’s at least assuming that I’m here for good.
“I’m going to go do the rounds and make sure nobody’s leaking anything they shouldn’t be. The guys can show you where your dad is later. Doc will get him patched up, I promise.” She turns back to Shrapnel with a stern look as she walks away. “And don't forget to check your nose with Doc. I'm going to tell him to expect you.”
“Yes, ma'am.” It's a little muffled since he's still holding the cloth to his nose to catch the blood.
We get a few more pats on the back, people saying they're happy we're safe, stuff like that, but they clear out when Eagle-eye walks over. He has a dark haired toddler sleeping on his chest, completely unbothered by the noise and carnage all around. He fixes me with a serious look. “Are we going to continue to have more trouble with your dad or can you contain this?”
I swallow, hard. “It’s over. I’ll make sure of it.”
He addresses Bull, Diesel and Shrapnel. “Boys, she’s your responsibility. You get two days and then you’re back on the normal rotation.”
They look a little shell shocked, but nod.
“What was that about?” I whisper.
“Nothing to worry about,” Bull says. “Your stuff is still in your room at the clubhouse. Let’s crash there for now. It’ll keep you closer to your father if you want to check on him later.”
“Perfect.”
When we pass through the common room, two people jump up from the back of the room. “Rory!” Cherry comes running.
Right behind her, Opal's following, tugging her little dress down. Whoever she was sitting on yells, “Hey, where the fuck are you going?” Oh my God, was she really…
“I'll be right back—just… jerk off or something!” Guess she was.
Bemused, the guys take a step back so they're not hit by the Cherry and Opal rockets. I get squeezed tight between them as they both hug me.
“We were so worried.” Cherry gives me an extra squeeze.
“Yeah, we just met you, and suddenly you're being kidnapped and the whole club is mobilizing. We knew they'd bring you back, of course. I guess Angel was right, you’re more the old lady type.”
Cherry laughs. “Definitely. But it was scary. And things can get a little wild around here sometimes.”
