5 Bikers for Valentines

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“Hi, Miss Jones,” a woman’s voice rang out. “This is Leslie from Dr. Anderson’s office. I’m calling because Dr. Anderson received your test results this morning and he’s asked for you to come in today. Please call us back at your earliest convenience so we can get an appointment scheduled as soon as possible. Thank you!”

The voice mail ended, and I stared down at my phone, still shaking. Dr. Anderson received my test results and wanted me to come in. I knew what that meant. For good news, they told you over the phone with bright voices and happy attitudes. For bad news, they insisted on seeing you in person.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - CALEB

Tara left in a hurry the next morning, but I didn’t mind. We had a therapy session scheduled for later that day, so I knew I would see her again soon. I was still flying from our night together, the memory of her begging me to fuck her still fresh in my mind. It felt incredible to be inside her again, but even more incredible to spend the entire night by her side. I never wanted to let her go, and when she left that morning, I had to fight the urge to go with her.

Instead, I spent the morning thinking about her and watching movies. My leg was starting to feel like normal again, but I knew I shouldn’t push myself too hard. I used my crutches to get around the apartment, wanting to rest my leg for PT. Tara took a lot out of me the night before. Our sex was strenuous in the best way. I wouldn’t have changed a single thing, but it did leave my leg sore.

When it was finally time for my therapy session, my mom arrived at my door to drive me. I was going crazy not being able to drive myself, but I knew it was only a matter of time. My leg would be healed soon, and then my life would get back to normal. Only now Tara would be a part of it. That thought kept a smile on my face the entire way to the hospital.

“What’s got you so happy?” my mom asked, glancing at me with a frown.

“Nothing,” I said, shrugging. “Just in a good mood.”

“Uh huh.” She didn’t believe me, but she didn’t push it. My mother wasn’t stupid. She knew how strong the connection between Tara and me was. She saw it firsthand all those years ago, and unlike Darren, she didn’t try to fight against it.

We got closer to the hospital, and my mood stayed high. After last night, I didn’t think anything could bring me down.

“I know this isn’t any of my business,” my mom said suddenly. We were pulling into the PT building parking lot. She glanced over at me with a furrowed brow. “But are things between you and Tara? I mean, is something happening between you two again?”

“Mom,” I said. “Do you really want to talk about this?”

“I guess not,” she said with a sigh. “But I’m worried about you. And her. Things didn’t end well last time.”

“And whose fault was that?” I asked sharply.

“Darren was just doing what he thought was best,” Mom said defensively.

“It wasn’t his place then, and it isn’t your place now,” I said firmly. “Whatever is or isn’t happening between us, it doesn’t concern you, okay? Please, leave us be.”

Mom nodded but still looked worried. I leaned over to kiss her cheek before I climbed out of the car.

“Just be careful, okay?” she called out. “That’s all I’m asking.”

I nodded and hurried inside the building, eager to see Tara’s face. We’d been together just hours before, and already I missed her. I missed her pale blue eyes and her adorable button nose. I missed the way her cheeks flushed when I kissed her lips. I missed the sight of her hips swaying seductively as she walked toward me. I could already feel my desire growing as I walked over to her desk.

Tara was leaning down, scribbling furiously on a chart in front of her. She didn’t see me walk up, but there was no one around, so I slid my hands over her shoulders and leaned down.

She jumped and spun around. I kissed her cheek and moved over to her earlobe.

“Hey sexy,” I whispered.

“Hi,” she said, laughing nervously and pulled away from me.

I adjusted my crutches and moved back to let her stand up. When she did, her eyes darted around as if she were worried we would be seen. No one was in the room, though, so I leaned forward to kiss her. She let me but pulled away quickly.

“That’s all I get?” I asked. “Come on, after last night I think I deserve a little more.”

“What?” she asked, her eyes dazed. “Oh. Um, I’m sorry.”

She kissed me again, but I barely felt it. Her mind was somewhere else. She was distant again, but this time, it felt different. She wasn’t just pulling away from me. It was like she was pulling away from everything. Her eyes were glazed over, and when I asked her what was wrong, it took three times before she even heard me.

“What?” she asked.

“I said, what’s wrong?” I said again, louder this time.