AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Connor frowns, a furrow creasing his brow. “What’s Wild Riders?” He looks up at his dad, a question mark etched on his face.
“It’s a biker’s bar that Sam, my uncle, and your great-uncle owns,” Carson explains with a smirk on his lips.
“A biker’s bar? Like motorcycles or bicycles?” Connor’s innocent question elicits a round of chuckles from the men.
“Motorcycles, Connor,” Carson clarifies, his smirk widening. “Definitely motorcycles.”
“Really? Do you have a motorcycle?” Connor asks, his eyes wide with saucer-like wonder.
Carson nods. “Yeah, I have a bike, and so do both of your uncles.” He lifts his chin in a gesture towards Chase and Carter. “And… so does Val. She rides a Spyder, the kind with two wheels in the front.”
Connor’s jaw drops in awe. “Cool!” he exclaims, glancing over at Val in disbelief.
Chase shakes his head with a chuckle, leans forward, and looks directly at Connor. “Would you like to see our bikes?”
Connor’s eyes widen even further. He nods his head vigorously, bouncing with excitement.
Val glances at me, a knowing look in her eyes. “Go ahead, you should check out my Spyder,” she says. “I need to put Gabby down for the night.” We glance down at Gabby, now nestled in her mother’s arms, her eyelids drooping sleepily. I offer a soft laugh. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
Kat and I stand up and follow the men into the garage. Inside, two sleek motorcycles gleam in the dim light. One is a black Harley Davidson with “Chaser” emblazoned on the side in a stylish script. Val’s machine stands beside it – a beautiful blue Spyder with “Bella” written across the side.
“These are amazing,” I breathe, captivated by the chrome and leather machines.
As the men continue showing off their bikes to a wide-eyed Connor, Kat leans in and gives me a conspiratorial wink. “We can head back in,” she whispers.
I offer her a grateful nod. “Don’t worry,” she continues, her voice barely above a murmur. “I doubt they even noticed we left. But honestly, even though I get a little bored with the motorcycle talk sometimes, it really is fun. I love riding behind Carter. I don’t want my own bike, though. But if I did, it would definitely be a Spyder like Val’s.”
I nod in agreement. “I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before,” I confess.
“Shh…” Kat hushes me playfully. “Anna, don’t let them hear you say that. They’ll have you on the back of a bike in a heartbeat!”
I return her smile, a nervous flutter in my stomach. Turning to head back outside, Kat catches my gaze and gives me an earnest look. “Seriously, though,” she says. “The Knight family is all about motorcycles.”
Back outside, we find Val resting comfortably on a chair, her feet propped up. “Gabby, my precious little one, is fast asleep,” she says with a loving smile. Then, seeing none of the men around, she leans in and lowers her voice. “So, Anna, what’s going on with you and Carson?”
A blush creeps up my neck as their expectant eyes land on me.
Thirteen
Carson
As I pull out of the driveway and head home. I glance back at Connor. My son’s eyes are heavy, but he’s fighting sleep. We stayed late. Sitting around the fire pit eating s’mores and talking.
I glance over at Anna, who seems strangely quiet. I could tell something was bothering her tonight. “You okay?” I ask her. She avoids my eyes, “I’m fine. Your family seems nice. Very close-knit,” she murmurs.
“Yeah, we are,” I glance over at her again, but she turns to look out the window. My hands grip the steering wheel tighter, but I don’t push. It’s a silent ride home.
Once I unlock the door, Anna puts her arm around Connor, who is stumbling and half asleep. He finally mumbles, “Night,” and walks into his bedroom. Later, we hear him in the bathroom. I go into his bedroom to say goodnight, and he’s already dead to the world. I lean down and pull the covers over him.
After I close his door, I turn around to feel Anna slam into me. She stumbles and teeters backward. I quickly reach out, grab her arms, and pull her toward me to break her fall.
I almost groan when her soft curves collide with my hard body, which is getting harder. She’s so close I can smell the scent of lavender in her hair. I feel her soft breasts pressed against my chest. My body’s involuntary response is an unwelcome reaction to her nearness.
For one moment, I keep her held tight against me as I breathe her in. Then I force my arms to loosen so she can step back. My eyes rake over her white cotton cami and those ridiculously feminine shorts. I can see the dark shadow of her nipples through the thinness of the fabric. I swear they harden into peaks as my eyes catch on them. I pull in a ragged breath as I firmly put distance between us.
I feel my face harden as I struggle to control my intense desire. It burns through my gut, swift and sharp. I abruptly drop my hands as I step back. I don’t even ask if she’s alright. Instead, I turn quickly around and make a beeline for my bedroom.
As the door closes behind me, I grimace. Then I walk directly to the shower and turn it on. I put the water on cold and then reach in and turn it warmer. I quickly shed my clothes, step in, and soap up.
