5 Bikers for Valentines

by Rye Hart

  I dropped the margarita mix as the plastic cup went crashing to the floor. I cursed under my breath as my trembling hands went to pick up the mess. Lindy rushed over and helped me as my cheeks filled with heat, but I couldn’t concentrate on the drink I was supposed to be making.

  “What is it?” Lindy asked. “Take a breather.”

  “A margarita,” I said breathlessly.

  “I got it. Take a break,” she said.

  Slowly, I emerged from the floor. Adam had a triumphant grin on his face as the other brothers studied me. Images were rolling around in my head of all five of us tangled up in my bed. Their cocks filling my every orifice and covering my body with their cum. I leaned against the bar and closed my eyes, trying to clear my head as my hands began to tremble.

  “I’m listening,” I said.

  “I figured you would be,” Adam said.

  I opened my eyes to Tanner reaching across the bar. He cupped his large hand over mine, trying to help me steady my shaking. He was definitely a caretaker, someone who enjoyed making sure everyone else was okay. I looked into his sky-blue eyes and felt a peace flow over me. Like an acceptance of the effect these brothers had on me.

  The truth was, I was willing to do anything with them. Not only did I felt safe and wanted, but I felt cherished. They didn’t just please me, they made me feel important, and that was something I’d never felt to anyone except Lindy.

  Not even my own fucking mother.

  But the moment was ruined when Jacob pulled his phone from his pocket and took a call.

  “What?” Jacob asked.

  The brothers whipped their heads around, and I could tell by the sound of his voice that something wasn’t right.

  “Okay. We’ll be right there,” Jacob said. “Guys, we need to head out. Crow needs us at the clubhouse.”

  “Got it,” Adam said.

  “Emma, as always. A pleasure to see you,” Nick said.

  “Try to keep your head above water tonight,” Tanner said.

  Tyler reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash before he sat it on the bar.

  “But you guys didn’t order anything,” I said.

  “Take it,” Tyler said. “You work too hard.”

  I looked down at the wad of jumbled cash as the five brothers made their way through the crowd.

  “What was that about?” Lindy asked.

  I took the money from the bar and shoved it into my already-bursting pockets.

  “Something’s happening with their club,” I said. “Has Crow said anything to you?”

  “You act like I have a personal relationship with him,” Lindy said, giggling. “I don’t know any more than you do.”

  “What do you think could be going on?” I asked.

  “You talked to Rhodie?”

  “No, I haven’t seen him lately,” I said, irritably.

  “Hey, just asking. Don’t lash out at me.”

  “Sorry. I’m just worried about them.”

  “Uh, huh. Well, I’m sure it’s nothing. They seem like tough guys. Crow, especially, from the little bit of talking we’ve done. It’s probably just the usual bullshit. You know, a typical pissing contest between rival clubs. Who the fuck knows,” she said.

  “I hope they’re okay,” I said, fully aware that I sounded like a lunatic. I barely knew these guys, and yet I felt like because I’d fucked them, I was entitled to worry about them.

  “Can I get a drink down here?”

  I turned my head and saw a man waving some money at me to get my attention.

  “Heard from that realtor yet?” I asked.

  “Not yet. You thinking about punching that cockhead in the nose?” Lindy asked.

  “Yep. Just wondering if I could do it yet. Looks like I’ll have to hold off.”

  “Just try to take it easy. A busy night means a lot of tips, and we’re two hours away from last call. It’ll let up sometime, and if it doesn’t, then we can skip out on cleaning and get the fuck out of here.”

  “I’m down if you’re down,” I said.

  “Regroup in an hour?”

  The man was waving his money relentlessly as his cheeks grew hot with anger.

  “An hour,” I said, sighing. “Sounds good.”

  CHAPTER 13

  I cursed myself for not having any of the brothers’ numbers. They hadn’t been at the bar for the past couple of days since that fucking phone call. I was growing more and more concerned about them, especially since tensions were running high in town. We could always tell when crews were posturing and preparing for a fight. They would ride through town like they owned the fucking place and stir up trouble. The laundromat in Lucas Corner was the scene of a rowdy pregaming session before our bar opened last night, and it just happened to be a bunch of obnoxious fuckers in red leather cuts.

  The same red leather cut some asshole was wearing a couple of weeks ago when the bouncer had to haul him out of the damn bar.

  I wished I could call the brothers, just to make sure they were okay. I had tried to shake them from my mind and work through the rest of my week, but it had been hard. Lindy knew I was distracted, and I was dropping more drinks than I ever had in my duration as a bartender. It had gotten so bad last night that my boss pulled me off to the side and made me clock out for thirty minutes to get some air.

  I was struggling to not worry about them, and it was getting worse.

  A knock at the front door caused me to roll out of bed. I grabbed my robe and pulled it around me as I made my way down the stairs. There was a note from my mother on the door, scrawled in her drunken handwriting. There was something about “home,” something about “2:30,” and something like “not coming home.”

  I tossed the note off to the side as I opened the door.

  My eyes lit up the moment they took in the sight of Nick and Tyler. My gaze scanned them, trying to see if they were all right. I was searching for blood or bruises or battered knuckles. Anything to alert me to what the hell had been going on lately.

  “She even looks beautiful in the mornings,” Tyler said. “Fantastic.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “He said you look beautiful, and I agree,” Nick said. “Did you sleep well?”

  “I, uh, I’m not used to doing this before coffee,” I said.

  “Then I’ll make it quick.” Tyler handed me a folded-up piece of paper and I took it from his hands. It was smooth and small, folded over once to hide its contents. I opened the piece of paper and saw it was a check, and when I saw how much it was made out for, my eyes bulged from my head.

  “What the hell is this?” I asked.

  “I see you’re awake now,” Tyler said, grinning.

  “Yeah, she didn’t even need the coffee,” Nick followed.

  The check was made out to me for thirty thousand fucking dollars.

  “Whatever this is, I can't take it,” I said.

  “You can, and you will,” Nick said.

  “Not even sort of,” I said. “Here, Tyler.”

  “Nope,” he said. “It’s all yours.”

  “I’m not taking this from you. Where the fuck did this come from?”

  “I adore that sassy mouth,” Tyler said. “We should all stay over next time, and you can talk dirty to us all night long.”

  I made an annoyed sound and stared at Nick and Tyler, who were looking at me expressions of smug glee on their gorgeous faces. Suddenly, I had a thought that made me sick to my stomach.

  “Is this because of what I— what we—” I couldn’t even form the words.

  The smile dropped from Nick’s face and Tyler spoke quickly. “No, Emma. This has nothing to do with that.”

  “The money is from us,” Nick said. “All of us, as a unit. It’s legal, so don’t worry about that. We own some small bike repair and maintenance shops in and around Lucas Corner.”

  “Tanner told us about his encounter with you at the warehouse,” Tyler said. “About how much you lit up just talking about the pla
ce you want to open.”

  “And with the couple of encounters we’ve had with your mom, it’s clear she hasn’t made your life that easy,” Nick said.

  “I still don’t understand how this equates to you guys giving me thirty thousand fucking dollars,” I said.

  “We want to help you, Emma,” Nick said.

  “Consider part of your loft renovation on us,” Tyler said.

  I stared at them dumbly for a moment before I could find my words. While part of me was happy this wasn’t payment for my fucking them all, I was still uncomfortable with the gift. “I’m serious. I really can’t take this from you guys,” I said.

  “And we can’t allow you any other excuses to stay under this roof with your toxic mother,” Nick said. “Tanner’s words. Not ours.”

  “She is toxic, but I can’t—”

  Tears were forming in my eyes as the check trembled in my hands. Thirty thousand dollars was half of what I needed to renovate the loft into an apartment. It would provide the cost of checking the plumbing and electric, and it would furnish the bulk of the space. It would be a huge burden off my shoulders.

  I was lost in my thoughts until I felt a pair of lips descend onto my cheek.

  I leaned willingly into the warmth as my eyes fluttered closed. An arm slipped around my waist, pulling me into a strong, broad chest. I opened my eyes and saw Tyler standing there, his eyes turned down toward me.

  Then I watched as his lips descended to my other cheek.

  “Make it the best apartment imaginable,” Nick said.

  “You’ve more than earned it with the life you’ve led,” Tyler said.

  “I have no idea how I’m going to repay you.”

  “It’s not a loan. It’s a gift,” Tyler said as he released me. “So, treat it as such.”

  I nodded my head as the two of them smiled back at me, then I watched as they walked to their bikes. I stayed rooted to the porch until they drove off, blending into the horizon as the sun continued to sit high in the sky. My hand was clutching the check like it was a lifeline, which, in many ways it was. I could get out from under my mother and all her drama sooner than I’d anticipated. Everything I wanted was just within my reach. Just as soon as the damn realtor called us back.

  My phone ringing upstairs pulled me from my trance, and I quickly shut the door behind me.

  I bounded up the stairs as energy coursed through my veins. I had to call Lindy and tell her what the fuck had just happened. Even if I only put half of it toward the apartment, we had another fifteen thousand we could put down in cash to minimize the debt we would dig ourselves into to afford the warehouse.

  But the moment I saw Lindy was calling me, I froze.

  “Hello?” I asked.

  “You’ll never guess who I just got off the phone with,” Lindy said.

  “Holy shit. You heard from the realtor.”

  “Yes, and it’s good news and bad news.”

  “Fuck. What?” I asked.

  “The good news is that the owner accepted the offer we made on the warehouse.”

  “Holy shit! That’s awesome! Are you fucking serious? Lindy, we have to go to the bank. We need to get that loan approved before we can sign the paperwork.”

  “Which is fine, because we have plenty of time to do that. That’s the bad news. The owner’s still out of town and will be for at least another week. He’s pulling the listing off the market, but nothing’s official. We only have his word, and the fact that he’s pulling the listing.”

  “Is there anything the realtor can get in writing?” I asked. “Anything she can make him sign?”

  “Since she’s technically working for him, no. But, I found this basic document online called an ‘intent to sell’ form. It’s usually used for cars, but I think it could work for us in this scenario.”

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “It’s a simple one-page document that states the owner has the intention to sell the property to us. He signs it. We sign it. The realtor witnesses it, and it serves as proof in case he backs out of the sale. It gives us the right to sue him for penalties and heartache and all that shit if he backs out of the deal after telling us we’re golden.”

  “Well, shit. Get him to sign it,” I said.

  “I’ll send it over to the realtor and tell her we would feel more comfortable having it signed. I’ll let you know what she says.”

  “Lindy, holy fuck. This is fabulous!”

  “We’re almost there, Emma. I know. You working tonight?”

  “I am. Are you?” I asked.

  “Yep. I’m not slated to come in until midnight. But if shit kicks up like it did Thursday night, fucking call me. You can’t handle that kind of crowd on your own.”

  “I will. I promise. Oh, shit. I have something to tell you.”

  “What? What’s up?” she asked.

  “I’ve got fifteen thousand more dollars to put down in cash on the place.”

  “How the fuck did you swing that?” she asked.

  “Nick and Tyler,” I said.

  “One of the twins and the youngest one?” Lindy asked.

  “Yep. They knocked on my door, like, fucking twenty minutes ago. Handed me a check for thirty thousand fucking dollars.”

  “What!”

  “Yeah. Gave me this lecture about how they could tell my mother made my life a living nightmare and how I deserve my dreams. They want me to put all of it toward renovating that loft space, but I think I’m going to put half of it toward more down on the warehouse.”

  “Oh, no. You’re not doing that. You’ve fucking sacrificed enough. If they gave you that money for that loft, then that’s what it’s going toward.”

  “Lindy, that’s fifteen extra thousand.”

  “I don’t want to fucking hear it. What I do want to know, however, is how the fuck you’ve mesmerized these men. I want me some sugar daddies that look like them,” she said.

  “They aren’t my sugar daddies.”

  “They gave you thirty thousand dollars. They’re the fucking billboard poster kids for sugar daddies,” she said.

  “I can’t believe this,” I said breathlessly.

  “Emma, can you be straight with me if I ask you something?”

  “I always am,” I said.

  “What is up with these brothers?’

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, what are you doing with them? They come into the bar, they flirt, they kiss you, and now they’re just forking over tens of thousands of dollars to you. Seriously girl, are you sleeping with one of them? Or— oh holy shit— all of them? Please tell me it’s all of them.”

  I had mixed emotions about telling Lindy. I mean, what would she think? Would she be supportive? Would she call me a slut? Would she equate me to my mother or cheer me on in my endeavors? Fuck, I didn’t really know what the hell was happening between us.

  All I knew was that I truly enjoyed being around them.

  “Lindy, I really don’t know.”

  “Have you fucked them?” Lindy asked again.

  “Wow, really?”

  “Okay, that’s a yes. That explains a few things.”

  “Lindy, just let me explain.”

  “Do you enjoy being with them?”

  I drew in a deep breath as I flopped back down onto my bed.

  “Yes,” I said. “I really do.”

  “Then that’s all that matters. Really, girl. You’re holding out on me bad. I’m so ready for all these fucking details. I told you to call me after you had your fun with those twins.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “Don’t be. I’ve always known you to screw and tell, so the fact that you aren’t tells me you’re on another plane with these guys.”

  “Screw and tell? Sounds like a bad porno,” I laughed.

  “Just be careful. Five guys mean five times the hurt if something goes wrong. But it also explains why you’ve been so worried about them. Glad to hear they’re okay.”


  “You heard from Crow at all?” I asked.

  “No. I told you there’s nothing going on there. We talk at the bar when he comes in, that’s it. I don’t see him outside of The Skull.” I could hear the tinge of disappointment in her voice.

  “I’m just saying. If you’re interested, he’d be an idiot not to want you,” I said.

  “I’m good for now. Vex did me in bad. I’ve had my fill of men for a while.”

  “Ugh, that guy was a super douche,” I said, remembering how hard Lindy had cried when Vex had dumped her. “You shouldn’t let him have that kind of power over you,” I said.

  “I know, I know,” Lindy grumbled. “But seriously, I don’t think I can get involved with another club guy anytime soon.”

  “Well, in all honesty, you probably shouldn’t. You have really shitty taste,” I said.

  “Gee, thanks. We can’t all snag five of the hottest guys ever to walk the earth you know.”

  CHAPTER 14

  My phone ringing pulled me from my dream of the brothers. I could still feel their fingers dancing along my skin. My body was hot with want as I rolled over, slamming my hand down on my phone.

  If this was my boss calling me for some bullshit on my day off, I was quitting right now.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Emma. He signed the paper.”

  “Lindy?” I asked.

  “Yes. Hello. Good morning. The owner of the warehouse signed the intent to sell. I’ve got a signed fucking copy that’s notarized sitting in my damn email.”

  “Are you serious?” I asked.

  “Yep. Along with a personal email from him stating that he has every intention to sell it to us. He just needs to get into town to get the paperwork straightened out. In the meantime, the realtor coordinating all this said to come in and see her today. She can help us get shit sorted out with our lender.”

  “Fuck. What time is she expecting us?” I asked.

  “In an hour. I’m coming with coffee. We’ll take my car.”

  My heart was racing as I tumbled out of bed. A quick hot shower and a few pats on my cheeks woke me up enough to dress semi-appropriately for something like this. The dream of the boys faded from my mind and was replaced with the dreams for our business. Everything was coming slowly within reach, so much so that I could taste it. I wanted to drive by the place again. I wanted to go back inside and daydream for the rest of my day off. I wanted to take another look at the loft above the place and imagine what my new apartment would look like.