Page 32 of Bride for the Bikers

He’s hurt. Of course he is. You don’t heal a hole in your side overnight. I feel like such an idiot. He was so patient with me before that. A little crabby maybe, but in a nice way. He must have twisted his wound when he grabbed the gun from me. The guys look at me as I walk back to the bikes where they’re waiting.

“Everything okay?” Thunder asks.

I nod, heading right to Outlaw’s bike. “Yep.” We picked up some medical supplies on the way out of town, and since it’s my fault he’s hurting, I’m going to fix it.

Whether he likes it or not.

19

OUTLAW

Fuck.

I fucked up and drove someone away again. But what the hell did I expect? She doesn't fucking need me when the others are all over her. Thunder and Lightning didn't surprise me, but Shadow? I didn't expect him to line up for his turn so fast.

I flick the safety on and find myself a piece of rock to curl up against and die like a wounded coyote. There's blood on my palm, and it's spreading across the shitty drugstore undershirt. Where the fuck is Shadow? I need help wrapping everything back up and making sure my guts aren't leaking out.

“Hey, are you okay?” Harper's voice, sweet and timid, drifts over to me.

“I told you to go wait with the bikes,” I growl, not wanting her to see me hurt.

“I'm not useless, you know,” she says, and sits down right next to me. “I've had to learn a lot about nursing over the past couple years. Let me see.”

“What? No, I'm fine,” I lie.

“No, you're not. Lift up your shirt and show me.” She's already reaching to look.

I try to move away, but she's right on top of me, her hand pushing the hem up and exposing the blood seeping through the bandages.

She sucks in a little breath and her mouth quirks in a smug smile. “Totally fine.”

“Fuck off! Just because I offered to teach you to shoot doesn't mean I want you touching me. Why are you acting like you care? Is it to impress the rest of them? Because they'll fuck you either way.” I said it to hurt her, but when I see the words actually land, I want to take them back immediately.

How do I fix this?

“I'm not trying to impress anyone,” she snaps. “Maybe I'm just grateful that you got hurt saving me, and I don't think you're as big of an asshole as you pretend to be.”

“You're wrong about that,” I say under my breath as her soft hands lift my shirt away and start picking at the old bandage. It's stuck under the waistband of my jeans.

Harper hesitates. “Um, you need to…”

I might not be as fast to whip my dick out as the others, but I'm not fucking shy. I straighten up, open the buckle on my belt and lower my jeans down my hips. My side hurts like a bitch, stabbing in the front and a dull ache in the back. “It's torn open, isn't it?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, gently unwrapping the bandage and pulling away the gauze. “I don't know how you're up and talking to me. I'd be in bed crying my eyes out.”

“Don't have fucking choice, do I?”

Harper pulls out an antiseptic wipe and cleans off the blood before replacing everything with clean supplies. I do my best to ignore the feel of her hands as she gets in close, winding the bandage around my waist, her fingers smoothing over my skin as she fixes it in place. My cock has no fucking business getting hard, but a little pain has never stopped it before, and there's no way she doesn't notice. Not with it straining against the waistband of my boxers and her hands a fucking inch away.

She licks her lips and meets my eyes.

I don't have to read minds to know what she's thinking. It's right there on her face. She's curious. I might've been half out of my mind last night, but I wasn't dead. I heard her whimpers as Shadow ate her fucking pussy, and then her sucking him off right there, where any of us could see.

Damn, it's easy to imagine guiding her head down and a turn of my own.

Do I want her? Fuck yeah. I'm not blind. She's gorgeous.

But messing around with someone who doesn't know the score? Dangerous territory. I can tell the other guys are getting fucking attached and I don't want to fuck that up for them when the inevitable happens.

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