Stop staring June.
Shaking off the weirdness of this morning, I grab my toothbrush from my bag and quickly brush my teeth, then dig around for clean clothes.
I’m just tucking my tank top into my shorts when Journey reappears in the doorway. “Ready?” he asks, his stormy eyes taking in my appearance.
I bite my lip and nod. “Yeah.”
“Let’s get some coffee.” He reaches for my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and leads me downstairs.
The kitchen is already bustling with activity when we enter. Roxy is standing at the stove, her auburn hair piled on top of her head as she flips pancakes and tends to a skillet of sizzling bacon.
“Morning, babies,” she calls over her shoulder with a knowing smile.
“Morning,” I reply, suddenly self-conscious.
Does everyone know what we did last night? I’m pretty sure they do, based on the looks we’re getting.
“Need any help?” I offer, eager to have something to do with my hands.
“You can start another pot of coffee, sweetheart,” Roxy says, pointing to the industrial-sized coffee maker.
Journey drops a kiss on my mouth and says he’ll leave me to it. I watch him swagger out the door, and can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
Roxy’s knowing chuckle snaps me back to reality. “Girl, you’ve got it bad,” she teases.
My cheeks heat up as I busy myself with the coffee. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Mmhmm.” She doesn’t push, just gives me a warm smile and goes back to her cooking.
Foxy waddles in a few minutes later, her hand resting on her small baby bump. “Morning,” she yawns, making a beeline for the fridge.
“Sleep well?” Roxy asks with a sly glance in my direction.
“Like a rock,” Foxy replies. “Unlike some people who were screaming at the top of their lungs last night.Oh, God. Journey. Yes!”she giggles.
My face flames. “Oh my God.”
“These walls aren’t exactly soundproof, honey,” Foxy adds with a wink that makes me want to crawl under the table and die.
Frankie shuffles in next, her blonde hair in a messy bun, looking rumpled and thoroughly satisfied. She gives me a shy smile as she pours herself a cup of coffee. “Don’t let them tease you,” she whispers as she passes. “We’ve all been there.”
I’m saved from my embarrassment when the door swings open, and sleepy looking bikers start filtering in for breakfast.
Behind them, Journey appears in the kitchen doorway. The look he gives me from across the room makes my stomach flip. He grabs two plates and jerks his head toward the buffet of food Roxy has laid out. “Let’s eat.”
I take the extra plate and add a small scoop of eggs, a few strips of bacon, and a biscuit.
“That’s it?” Journey asks, looking at my plate with a frown. Before I can answer he’s adding more eggs, another biscuit, and a pancake.
“Journey, I can’t eat all that,” I protest.
He mutters something under his breath about me being too skinny.
My brows shoot up to my hairline.Is he crazy?I’m curvy. I’ve always been curvy. In fact, I’ve spent most of my life being told by my mother that I needed to lose a few pounds.
“Through here.” Journey leads me through the common room and into a dining area with a long table down the center where bikers are already seated, eating their food and talking loudly.
I’m halfway through my eggs when Foxy makes an announcement from the other end of the table. “I need to go to Deziree’s Boutique today. I need clothes that actually fit this bump.” She pats her belly affectionately.
