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“Got it.” Elena turned the power off and on twice, smacked the side three times, and wiggled the back cord for a few seconds before finally hitting the feed button. The paper slid through without a hitch, printing out a long line of queued receipts.
“She’s a witch,” Marisol joked to the customers watching from the other side of the counter.
“I’m not a witch,” she assured them with a smile as she doled out the slips of paper they’d been waiting on. By the time her hands were empty, the line was clear except for a few folks still studying the menu.
“Hot bikers, twelve o’clock.”
Elena glanced across the room, unable to keep from smiling stupidly as her guys made their way to the counter. Despite catching the attention of everyone in the small taco shop, it was obvious they only had eyes for her.
“I guess the cat really is outta the bag,” she mumbled as they approached.
“Oh yeah,” Marisol agreed with a grin before moving away to holler out the name on the next pick-up order.
“Hey, baby doll,” Pax said, ignoring the heads whipping around at the clearly spoken endearment.
“Hey,” she said, giving them a big smile that shifted the peanut gallery’s attention back to her.
After her talk with Mamma J, Elena had made an executive decision to pull her head out of her ass. She wasn’t going to shy away from sharing what they had together or the way they made her feel. She couldn’t. The way she responded to them was out of her control. Which was why when Pax leaned in for a quick kiss, Elena met him halfway. She didn’t kiss the other two men, but Tanner and Vinyl each grabbed a hand and gave her a little squeeze. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to see you tonight. What are you guys doing here?”
“We came to help,” Vinyl said with a small shrug. “I wouldn’t trust any of us in the kitchen, but we can bus tables or something.”
“We’re at your disposal,” Tanner added with a bow.
“You guys are the best,” she said, hoping they knew how much she meant it.
Chapter Twenty
One week later…
“What a fuckin’ week, amirite?” Marisol asked as she clocked in. She hung her backpack on the hook next to their ancient time machine and began digging through it. “That econ test scrambled my brains, but I still remembered to grab that top you wanted to borrow for your date tonight. Why? Cuz I’m amazing.”
“You are amazing,” Elena agreed, catching the blouse her friend tossed to her. “And I’m sure you aced that bitch.”
She’d only come in tonight to cover the first part of Marisol’s shift which meant she finally had a night off. A night off that she should be excited about but was more anxious than anything.
After a hectic week at the garage, plus covering shifts at Medina’s, her hot bikers were finally taking her out again. It was well past time too. They may have seen each other every single day but it wasn’t enough. The frustrating situation was both a blessing and a curse. Without the opportunity for manyprivatemoments in the busy garage—other than that unforgettable round robin in the locked records room—the four of them talked.
The four of them had gotten to know one another; their conversations ranging from childhood stories to which eighties hair band had the best videos. They’d even convinced her toshare a few of her favorite fantasies. Once the sexting line had been crossed, there’d been no going back. If they’d all had a chance to get naked this last week, she wouldn’t know the important stuff…like their official ranking of breakfast cereals.
On the flip side, if they’d been able to finish what they’d started, Elena wouldn’t have had to drop almost thirty bucks for another family pack of batteries. She had no idea when batteries had gotten so expensive but buying them in bulk helped. Apparently, she could outlast the Energizer Bunny when hopped up on unrequited-fucking-energy—UFE for future reference.
Her bikers were turning her into a sex crazed lunatic.
“Hold up,” her friend walked around the counter and tugged at one of the curls poking out of Elena’s wobbly bun. “Somethings wrong. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” she grumbled, leaning down on the counter. There was no easy way to explain the tug-of-war happening between her heart and her head. “It’s…confusing.”
“What’s so confusing about it?” Marisol asked. “I thought you liked them. Did something happen?”
“Kinda,” she answered with a groan of despair. There was no denying she was in a pickle. She’d bitten off way more than she could chew this time. She glanced up. “And I do like them. No, scratch that. I more than like them.”
“O-kaaaaaay.” Marisol drawled, giving her a look. “Where’s the problem? They’re obsessed with you, they’re hot, and you ‘more than like them.’ I don’t see what the issue is. They make you happy. You light up like a goddamn Christmas tree around them.”
“I do?”
“Fuck yeah, you do,” her bestie said with a laugh that trailed into a grimace. “It’s really cute but, I’m not going to lie, it’s making me a little jealous.”
“The guys have already offered to set you up,” Elena reminded her again. A couple mechanics at the garage had approached Pax, hoping for help in setting up a blind date but so far, her friend had been resistant.
