5 Bikers for Valentines

“Relieved,” Tanner said.

“Glad you’re safe,” Jacob said.

“Horny as fuck,” Tyler said.

“You would be,” I said.

“There’s something else we want to talk with you about,” Jacob said.

“Could I at least get some cuddling first?” I asked.

I heard zippers being zipped before the bed descended in all directions. Hands came down on me as the brothers pulled me closer, trying to each have a part of me as they settled into bed. I was encompassed by their warmth as their hands meandered up and down my body, trying their best to comfort me through the pain coursing back into my joints.

“Okay. I’m ready to talk,” I said.

“We know you’re wanting to make your new home above your business,” Nick said. “But we were wondering if you would consider something else.”

“Ah. I was wondering when you were going to want to start making decisions,” I said.

“Nope. We just have a suggestion,” Adam said.

“All right. Spit it out. What do you envision for the place?” I asked.

“We thought you could split that loft area into two and make it yours and Lindy’s offices,” Tyler said.

“Or you could do it up nice and rent it out for parties or some shit,” Tanner said.

“Those are all fine ideas, but then where would I be living? The whole point was to get away from my mother,” I said.

“You’d live with us,” Jacob said.

I turned my head toward his voice as I painfully forced my eyes open.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“There’s this house not too far from the building you bought. Five miles, to be exact. It’s a large house. Kind of rundown. It’ll need some work, but nothing major,” Nick said.

“It has lots of rooms and a massive kitchen. Plenty of space in the living room and even a couple of jet tubs,” Jacob said.

“So, what are you saying?” I asked. “You want me to move in there? You guys can’t buy me a fucking house.”

“Nope. We’re not buying you a house,” Adam said. “We’re buying all of us a house.”

“What?” I asked.

“Emma,” Nick said. “We’re asking you to move in with us.”

“To live with us in the house,” Jacob said.

“We’d all move in?” I said. “Together?”

“Yep,” Tyler said.

“All of us,” Tanner said.

“We’d each have our own room, so we all would have our own space. Our own businesses and lives and shit. But then we’d come home to each other,” Adam said. “We’d come home to you.”

“You guys are serious,” I said.