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“Hey, you on tows today?” I ask the second he answers my call.
“Yeah. It’s been fuckin’ slow as hell and I’ve been workin’ in the shop for now. What’s goin’ on?” he returns, the sounds of the shop filling the phone.
“Lyric popped two tires. Gonna need to get her car towed. Her spare is shit from what she said. I’m on my way to pick her and the groceries up now. Can you meet me there?”
“Yeah. Send me the address and I’ll meet you there. We just got a shipment of tires in so she can hopefully have her car back in a few hours. I’ll make sure it’s taken care of,” my brother promises me.
Hanging up, I pull up the message from Lyric about where she’s stopped and forward it to my brother. Sliding my phone in my pocket, I rush out to my truck and jump in before starting the engine. I pull out of the parking lot and head for the other side of town. Lyric doesn’t shop here in Cedar Bay. She goes to one of those discount grocery stores so she can get more food for what Paige and her have to spend. While I’m driving I get lost in my head.
Ricochet, Hawkeye, and I might be triplets, but we’re so fucking different from one another. I’m my dad’s mini me in every fucking way except for his anger. Honestly, out of the three of us, I tend to always remain calm and find a solution to whatever problem we’re facing as quickly as I can. My mom loves to remind me I’m the one of us who was always flipping everyone off from the second I was born. Hawkeye is the stubborn one of us. Once he gets something in his head, there’s no talking him out of it. That’s why he’s gonna be fucking single forever. My brother doesn’t trust anyone he doesn’t know and hasn’t spent years getting to know. It takes so fucking long to break down his walls and have his true personality come out. Once it does, you’ll never find a more loving and caring man in the fucking world. The main thing he gets from our dad is his love of watching. Hawkeye constantly watches everyone around him. Ricochet is the one with our dad’s temper. His fuse is quick to ignite and once he’s pissed, the explosion is fucking brilliant. I feel as if he’s the youngest of the three of us though our parents have never told us which one was born when. We’re all so fucking competitive with one another they didn’t want one of us holding it over the other two’s head that we’re the oldest. I really can’t blame them.
Anyway, Ricochet and Hawkeye are more than just my brothers. They’re my best friends and the ones who know all my secrets. There’s not a single thing I’ve ever done in my life that they don’t know about. Hell, most of the time, they’re right there next to me as we cause chaos. That’s why I’ve had so many damn broken bones throughout my life. We would always try to outdo one another no matter what we were doing. Especially once our mom finally gave in and let us start riding our dirt bikes around the yard at the clubhouse when we were younger. Accidents galore happened out in that field between all of us boys. Hell, Zoey had her own bike and used to ride with us. Our big sister wasn’t afraid of anything. It sucks that she didn’t move down here with us, but she’s in love and trying to figure out if it’s worth waiting for the guy in question. Thankfully, she’s off at college and not around the fucker as much as she’d like to be with everything going on in their lives. The only reason she’s still in college is because she’s not only going after her second degree, but because she also took a year off to spend time with family and mourn the loss of a guy who moved away.
Clearing the thoughts from my head, I pay attention to the road in front of me as I head toward the next town over. It doesn’t take me long to find Lyric on the side of the road. She’s leaning against the side of her car with her head tipped back, sunglasses covering her gorgeous eyes, and the sun hitting her just right to make it look as if she’s got a halo over her head. A fucking sexy angel. Lyric’s wearing a pair of cutoff shorts that showcase her long as fuck legs, her golden skin almost glowing in the bright sun. The tank top covering her torso is so tight it leaves nothing to the imagination. Her large tits are on full display with how she’s leaning back against her car. Fucking perfection!
Turning my truck around in the middle of the empty highway, I pull up behind Lyric’s car and park. Hawkeye will pull up in front of her to load her car on the tow truck, so I leave very little room between her car and my truck. I don’t bother shutting the engine off so I can leave the air conditioning running for her groceries. Getting out, I make my way over to Lyric. She pulls her sunglasses down to look at me as a smile lights up her face.
“You came,” she says, her voice washing over me and sending a thrill through my entire body.
“I’ll always come when you call me, Princess,” I tell her, pulling her small body to mine and holding her tight.
Lyric wraps her arms around me and presses in even closer, I only pull back enough to lower my head and press my lips against hers. She tastes like strawberries as usual. My girl doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss as she opens her mouth and slides her tongue in my mouth to tangle with mine. I get lost in our kiss as I turn and press her back up against the side of her car. Lyric moans into my mouth as I let one of my hands drop to grab onto her hip. My cock is hard as fuck in my jeans and I’m ready to rip the ridiculous shorts from Lyric’s body and fuck her against the side of her car.
“Brother, I don’t think you wanna put on a show for anyone that might drive by,” Hawkeye says, laughter filling his voice as he breaks me from the haze I usually find myself in when kissing Lyric.
Lyric hides her face in my chest as I feel her body start to shake. She’s fucking laughing along with my brother. Raising an arm, I flip him off before pressing a kiss against the top of Lyric’s head and releasing her from my hold. While Hawkeye gets the car ready to load on the tow truck, I help her unload the groceries from her car and put them in my truck. It doesn’t take us long as I have her stack one box after another in my arms. There’s one good thing about being as big as my fucking dad—I can handle a large load of shit being moved than most others.
“Thank you both for helping me,” Lyric says as we put the last of the groceries in the truck and Hawkeye hooks her car up.
“You don’t gotta thank us, Lyric,” Hawkeye grunts out. “You’re gonna be family sooner rather than later. This is what we do for family.”
As normal, Lyric’s face becomes covered in a bright red. Anytime one of us mentions her becoming family, this is her standard response. She gets all shy and hides from whoever made the comment. I’ve never seen anything more precious than her when she’s all shy. Lyric isn’t typically a shy person. She’s very outgoing, social, and loves to be surrounded by people. Paige is the one who tends to hide away from the world and doesn’t come hang out at the clubhouse or with the ol’ ladies. Ricochet usually spends time with her at their trailer. That’s when she actually lets my brother in. There’s something going on between the two of them, but that’s their story to tell.
It doesn’t take Hawkeye long to get the car loaded up and ready to leave. We talk for a minute before he gets in the tow truck and heads back to the garage. As soon as there’s a bay open, he’ll take Lyric’s car in to change the tires for her. I send him a quick message to make sure the car doesn’t need anything else done and to let me know what’s going on with it as soon as he knows. If she’s gonna drive an older car, I want to make sure it’s safe for her.
“Ready to head home?” I ask Lyric as I help her in the passenger seat of my truck and lean across her to fasten her seatbelt.
“I’m more than ready. I want a cold beer and to sit in front of the air conditioner for the rest of the day. It’s so damn hot outside today,” she answers, turning a few vents completely toward her so she can start to cool down.
“Why weren’t you sittin’ in your car since you had the air goin’?” I ask her, resting my hand on her thigh as she lays her hand on mine and twines our fingers together.
“I wasn’t standing out there for too long before you showed up. I just got bored sitting in there and my phone needs to be charged. I wanted to make sure I didn’t completely kill the battery in case you needed to call me or something,” she shrugs as if it’s not a big deal while I start laughing my ass off.
“You forgot to charge your phone last night, didn’t you?” I question her knowing this happens on a regular basis.
“Yeah. I fell asleep reading and didn’t plug it in. The charger in my car isn’t working right now for some reason either. So, I just tossed it in the cup holder and got out of the car. Fuck! It’s still in my car,” she answers, her voice ending on a groan when she realizes she doesn’t have her phone on her.
I can’t help laughing my ass off at her. Lyric can never keep her phone charged or in her possession for very long. We make the rest of the trip to her trailer talking about nothing in particular. When I pull in and park, my brother’s bike isn’t here and Paige’s car is gone. She must be at work. This leaves the trailer empty and Lyric and I alone. I can think of a few ways to occupy us after we get the groceries inside and put away. Lyric can have her cold beer and then I’ll heat her back up again before making sure she gets cool enough to stop sweating. I smile over at her as she takes in the same thing I do about us being alone. Not that Paige or my brother being here would stop us from having sex. It hasn’t in the past. It’s just easier because Lyric doesn’t hold back when we’re alone.
Chapter Two
Lyric
THREE DAYS AGO, Kevlar had to help me with my car. Hawkeye towed it to their shop and put all brand-new tires on the car, did a tune-up, and fixed a few more things. When I tried to pay for the work he did, he told me the bill was already taken care of. Fucking Kevlar! He’s always doing shit like this for me. I’ve never had anyone except for Paige take care of me and it’s hard to know how to act when Kevlar does even the smallest things to show me how much he cares and wants to help me. I usually end up blushing and I thought those days were behind me. Kevlar is the only one who can get me to blush on a regular basis. The only other one who can are his brothers. They’re the main ones who talk about me being family sooner rather than later and it always makes my heart flutter in my chest.
Kevlar didn’t have to work very hard to dig himself into my life and heart. From the second he laid eyes on me after Kasey and I were run off the road, he has been at my side and taken care of me. The times when I was in pain and didn’t want to take the medicine because I hate how it makes me feel, Kevlar would simply hold me and wait for me to fall asleep. He’d run his thick fingers through my hair and let his body heat soak into my battered and bruised body. From there, he’s done everything he can think of to show me repeatedly how much he wants us to be together. For the first time in my life, I was excited to have a man around.
We go out on dates when he’s not working or on club business. I’ve been to the clubhouse for cookouts and one or two of their parties. The first party I ever went to, I was ready to run for the hills and never see Kevlar again. He didn’t let me though. Instead, he held me close and kept me occupied all night long as couples had sex out in the open, people drank, and games of pool were played. When I’d had enough, we went to his room and he locked the door behind us. Kevlar wanted me to experience the party and didn’t want to hide anything about it from me. If he attends one when I’m not with him, he wants me to know what happens while reassuring me he’d hang out with Kasey and Shield until they went home. If they weren’t there, he’d stay glued to his brothers’ sides so no one could come to me later saying he did shit when he really didn’t.
