5 Bikers for Valentines

“Perfect,” I said as I eyed them closely. “The conversation was perfect.”

CHAPTER 22

I met the twins for lunch at an outdoor steakhouse place. It was a cool little spot in the center of the small town. There was a small barn-looking building that housed an entire kitchen, and all the seating to eat was outside. I pulled up and parked by the twins’ bikes, and then I made my way to the table they were occupying.

“Looking good,” Tyler said.

“Gorgeous as ever,” Tanner agreed.

I hugged them before we sat down and a waitress appeared at my side. I put in my drink order and told her how I wanted my steak cooked, and then I turned my attention to the two men in front of me. Their bright blue eyes were drawing me in as their black hair accented their chiseled cheekbones. Tanner’s hair was shaggier than Tyler’s, but Tyler’s was tousled with a bit of something.

“What the fuck’s in your hair?” I asked.

“I told you she’d hate it,” Tyler said.

“No, no. I don’t hate it. It’s shiny,” I said.

“It’s fucking hair gel. Tanner told me my hair was boring.”

“Boring, huh? Well, as long as I can grab a fistful of it while you’re fucking me, it could never be boring,” I said.

I grinned as the two of them adjusted in their seats.

“Sleep well?” Tanner asked.

“I did. I have to work again tonight, but it is what it is. Lindy will be there, and I’m hoping you guys will be, too?” I asked.

“We will,” Tyler said. “Though I can’t speak for the others.”

“Wouldn’t expect you guys to,” I said. “But if you really want to know, I kind of like this tousled look.”

“Told you she’d like it,” Tanner said.

“So, any other shit kick up with your mom?” Tyler asked.

He grunted as Tanner elbowed him in his ribcage.

“Don’t try to get him to act anything other than himself, Tanner,” I said. “He’s fine to ask whatever he wants. And so are you.”

“And you can do the same with us. Whatever you wanna know,” Tyler said as he rubbed his side.

“He’s gonna kick your ass later, Tanner.”

“She knows me well,” Tyler said, grinning.

“And things with my mother are about the same. She’s still a jealous bitch, and she’s still ragging on me about sleeping with more than one guy at a time. Apparently, that’s something she’s never done, so I’m automatically a slut.”

“She called you that?” Tanner asked.

“I should beat her ass,” Tyler said.

“No beating of any asses needs to occur. I can handle my mother. I’ve had to do it my entire life. But I won’t have to soon, and that’s the good news.”

“Yes. Tell us more about this building,” Tanner said.

“When did the owner sign it over to you?” Tyler asked.

“It’s been about a week now,” I said.