Page 27 of Eight Bikers' Heir

With my face hidden behind the helmet, I smiled, increasing my speed and taking her the long way so that she could enjoy the ride. We whipped past buildings and people walking down the sidewalk, my bike smoothly veering through traffic. I loved taking a ride, but this one felt particularly exhilarating.

When the park came into view, I slowed down and pulled into the parking lot, killing the engine and pulling my helmet off.

“How was that?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at her.

“That was so awesome!” Aisling said as she took off her helmet, showing me the shining smile on her face. “I know you weren’t, but it felt like you were going so fast.”

I helped her off the bike before following her, setting our helmets down.

“It’s a rush,” I agreed before glancing around.

The park was small with a concrete walking path that circled the grassy area. Metal benches and trees sporadically dotted the area, but what I was really here for was a food truck that always came in the mornings.

“Come on,” I told her, motioning for her to follow me to the white trailer where a middle-aged, bald man popped his head out the window.

“Morning! How can I help you two?” he asked in a raspy voice.

“Two breakfast burritos and two orange juices,” I said, paying the man before looking over at Aisling. “I always like a little something sweet in the morning.”

Aisling laughed softly and placed her hand over her heart.

“I like something sweet all the time,” she replied.

Once we had our food and bottles of juice, I led her over to one of the benches and sat down, the outside of our thighs touching.

“I have to ask you something. You don’t have to answer, but I’m just curious,” Aisling said as she peered at me.

I lifted an eyebrow at her and nodded for her to continue.

“I know you’re excited about the baby and having a family, but… are you jealous that the baby isn’t yours? Maybe jealous isn’t the right word, but you know what I mean,” Aisling asked.

I shook my head.

“Like I said before, me and the guys are family. Hell, I’m the newest addition, and I’m closer to them than my actual blood family,” I explained. I’d put my life on the line for those guys, and I knew that they would do the same for me. When no one else would take me in or have my back, they swore to do so.

“So, whether or not the baby is genetically mine or not, I still see them asmybaby. I’ll treat them as such.”

Aisling smiled a little as she nodded in understanding. She took a sip of her orange juice as her eyes shifted ahead, watching a few birds hopping along the ground.

“I was worried about this… deal. Part of me still is, but it’s nice to know that the baby will be cared for. By multiple people,” she admitted, a more serious look adorning her face.

“We promised you safety. That goes beyond physical. If you have issues or concerns, you need to tell us,” I replied as our eyes met. It probably seemed easier to keep her worries to herself around us since we probably didn’t seem like the friendliest crew, but we’d swore to protect her.

Aisling nodded, pressing her arm against mine for a second before we finished breakfast in comfortable silence. It wasn’t long before her eyelids started fluttering from tiredness, so I took her back to the clubhouse so that she could relax some more.

“Thank you for the ride. And for breakfast,” Aisling said as we walked into the clubhouse together, a slight pink tint glowing on her cheeks.

Honestly, I had a better time than I even expected, but she was full of surprises.

“I’m sure we can do it again soon,” I replied.

Aisling parted her lips to speak once we passed through the front door, but she froze at the sight of Bradley, who was seated at the bar.

Bradley peered back at her with a hard stare, and I could feel the wariness rolling off her.

“Come on,” I murmured as I placed my hand on Aisling’s tense back, ushering her to her room and shutting the door behind us. I shook my head, wishing that Bradley would lighten the hell up before he scared her off. I knew that he wasn’t happy about this plan, but it was time to get with the program like the others.

“Does he… hate me? We haven’t said a word to each other, and he’s like… giving me the death glare,” Aisling muttered, her eyebrows furrowing as she seemed genuinely bothered.