“Fine, but if you do anything like that again, you’ll have me to deal with and not Bear.” Pres walks out of the kitchen.
Everyone stays silent for a while. Gear stands up and turns toward Bear and me.
“Well, let’s get to work, Brooke. Get this work done so we don’t have to stay later or do it tomorrow,” Gears walks toward the garage.
I wiggle my way out of Bear’s grip and off the chair. Before I can take one step away, he grabs my wrist. I turn toward him and look directly into his eyes.
“I’ll walk you there,” he gruffs out, standing.
Bear rolls his shoulders back, making him look twice as big. He pulls me toward him and wraps an arm around my waist. I look up at him, and he’s already staring at me.
“Let’s get you to work.” Bear starts walking.
On the way to the garage, all the other bikers are staring at us. I cower into Bear, trying to get out of their line of sight. Bear notices and pulls me closer, giving all his brothers a glare.
“Took you guys long enough to get here.” Gears looks in our direction as we walk through the doors.
Blood rushes to my cheeks when he finishes speaking. I side-step Bear and walk to the wall to get my tools. I grab the necessary tools to change tires and make my way toward the car.
I get to work, ignoring everything around me. I want to get this done so I can relax before working at the bar.
“Are you going to be hovering over her the whole time?” Gears raises his voice, catching my attention.
I turn and see Bear standing right behind me. I take a step back, backing into the car. Bear stares at me as I fidget against the car.
“Leave Brooke alone. She needs to get working, and you are distracting her.” Gears breaks our staring.
Bear stands straighter and saunters toward me. He gently puts one of his hands around my neck and brings his face closer to mine.
“I’ll see you later.” A husky tone is evident in his voice.
His hand gives a little squeeze around my neck as he looks into my eyes. I should be panicking, but I can’t feel anything but comfort and arousal from it.
I nod as Bear lets go of my neck and walks out the door. Gears stands by his car and looks over at me.
“Stupid biker in love,” he mumbles, getting back to work on the car.
I ignore his words and start working.
I wipethe back of my hand across my forehead, collecting the sweat. I am at the bar serving drinks. I don’t know if there is something special about tonight, but it’s crazy busy.
It’s probably because it’s a Friday night. A lot of them don’t have responsibility on Saturday, or that’s what I’ve seen the past couple of weeks.
“You ready to leave?” Whiskey claps his hands as he walks through the door.
I nod, leaning against the bar. My feet are aching from standing all day. I really need to invest in compression socks and better shoes.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at nine o’clock to go explore the town,” Whiskey says, serving some drinks.
I wave and walk out of the bar, straight toward the front door. I haven’t seen Bear all night and wonder if he was going to make sure I get back to the motel safely. As I walk out of the front door, I see Bear next to his bike.
“Come on, darlin’, let’s get you to the motel so you can get some rest before tomorrow.” Bear climbs on.
I slide in behind him, taking the helmet and putting it on. Bear puts on his helmet before turning his bike on, making it rumble to life.
The whole way to the motel, I find it hard to keep my thoughts clean. Being on this bike with him makes me horny.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Bear helps me get off his bike.
