5 Bikers for Valentines

I watched them silently get dressed as I leaked cum onto the blanket underneath my body. Tanner came over and helped me to lay down, my body still shaking as he propped a pillow underneath my head. Tyler came and knelt beside me, his lips attaching to mine one last time before he wiped my hair from my brow.

“Get some rest,” Tyler said.

“We’ll see you soon,” Tanner said.

I listened as the two of them left and worry began to fill my chest. I was turning into my mother. No, I was fucking worse than my mother. At least she only chased one dick at a time. In a single week, I had taken five different brothers on two separate occasions.

I had called my mother out on her whorish ways, but I was the one doing things she hadn’t even thought of yet.

Was I on the wrong path? What had come over me? The last person I wanted to become was my mother, and I knew this had to stop. I couldn’t go any further with the brothers, even if they wanted more. Maybe they all just wanted a nice little fuck with the bartender to get some shit out of their system. Whatever the hell it was, it stopped tonight.

My eyes fluttered closed as their bikes rode off in the distance, and a sense of loneliness settled into my chest.

I was going to miss them. And I didn’t even fucking know why.

CHAPTER 12

“Lindy! I need two more beers while you’re down there!”

“What kind?”

“The long-necked Coronas. One with lime. One with no lime!”

“Got ‘em!”

Tonight, the bar was fucking packed. People were pouring in and, for the first time in the bar’s history, there was a line out the damn door. Lindy and I had been inundated with drink orders since the doors opened, and the two of us were carrying around sweat rags.

“Emma! I need four of your LITs,” Lindy said.

“Coming up. Just let me get some shots out,” I said.

“I’ll get the shots. You make the drinks. I don’t know how to make them like you do,” she said.

“When we catch a break, I’ll show you,” I said.

“A break? Tonight? California will sail away from the continent before that shit happens.”

My mother hadn’t been in the bar for a couple of nights, and I hoped that was her learning her lesson. She had been gone from the house ever since the Grove brothers shrugged her off and made her feel like an idiot. Whatever was keeping her away from the damn bar, it was working.

And I was better off for it.

I made up four LITs and slid them down to Lindy. I kept taking drinks orders and pouring shots as new people pushed their way to the bar. The place smelled of cigarettes and leather and way too much vodka, but the tips were pouring into my pockets. I would easily walk away with close to a thousand dollars tonight, all of it going toward my new place.

If the owner of that building would ever get his ass back into town.

I cranked out drinks like an assembly line and tried to clear the area of the bar. There was a small reprieve from everyone bombarding us close to one in the morning, but it didn’t last long. I heard some people sit down at the bar as I wiped down the back of my neck. But when I looked up into the mirror behind the liquors and saw the Grove brothers, my heart skipped a beat.

“Good evening, fellas,” I said as I turned around.

“Busy night,” Adam said.

“Happens sometimes,” I said.

“Not this busy,” Jacob said.

“You have a point there, but I’m keeping up. You guys thirsty?” I asked.

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