5 Bikers for Valentines

“Anything for you, beautiful,” he said. “I'll be around if you need me.”

He turned to walk away, but I stopped him. “Oh Cason? Jenn is coming by, I hope that's okay?”

“Of course,” he said. “Want me to just send her in when she gets here?”

“Yes, please,” I said, biting my lip.

He winked at me, making my knees go weak. Damn, why must these men all be so sexy?

I closed the door and put on some pants as quickly as possible. I knew Jenn lived nearby, and when she said five minutes, usually she meant three. But this time, it surprisingly took her a whole ten minutes. I was already dressed completely by the time she got there.

“Hailey?” she called in to me. “You in there?”

I pulled open the door and hugged my best friend, so grateful to have someone I could confide in. Shutting the door behind us, she handed me a pregnancy test.

“Take it. Now. The earlier you test, the better,” she said. “I'll wait.”

“But –” I stared to argue.

“If you think you're pregnant, take it. At least that way it can ease your mind if you're not, right?”

“I guess so,” I mumbled, staring down at the packaging.

For some reason, even thinking of taking a pregnancy test sent me into panic mode and I stood there staring at it a moment longer.

“Go,” Jenn said, nudging me toward the bathroom. She followed me in and shut the door behind us. “I'll turn around, and while we wait for the results, you're going to fill me in on everything. Got it?”

“Yes, m'am,” I said.

I followed the directions on the test and placed it on the sink. It said to give it a few minutes for the results – and I knew it was going to be the longest two minutes of my life. Jenn paced the bathroom, and I had to tell her to stop.

“You're making me nervous,” I said and laughed.

“You're not already nervous?” she asked me.

“Of course I am,” I said, putting my head in my hands. “But you're making it worse.”

“Alright then, tell me why you're here,” she said, stopping in front of me.

The bathroom was large enough for us to both stand comfortably, but she hovered right above me, her eyes boring into mine like she was trying to see straight into my soul.

“My ex came back in town,” I said.

“The one from California?”

“Yes,” I said softly. “And let's just say – he's not too happy about me leaving him.”

I filled her on the rest of the details – glossing over how I fucked both Quinn and Bennett in my childhood bedroom, but mentioning that “stuff did happen.”

She stared at me, slack-jawed. “Last night? This happened last night?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled.

“Oh honey,” she said, laughing as she shook her head. “Then there's no need for a pregnancy test. You can't be pregnant from having sex last night.”

I stared at her. “I know that,” I said. “I'm not a total moron.”

“So, what are you saying then?”