Page 35 of Eight Bikers' Heir
We all sat together at two tables pushed together, a sense of thrill and satisfaction seeming to radiate from us.
Lincoln sat on my left, while Chris sat on my right. Every time I was between two of the guys, I felt protected. Like nothing and no one could get to me.
“Do you have anything you need? I was planning on swinging by the store tomorrow,” Lincoln asked. “Snacks? More cheesy romance books?”
I feigned an offended look as I swatted at his muscular arm.
“They are so not cheesy!” I told him. “Don’t you want an epic love story?”
Lincoln chuckled a little and shrugged.
“I don’t need epic. I just want something real and true,” he said.
My face softened as my heart skipped. I should’ve expected an answer like that from him, who had been through such volatile relationships before. He wanted the real deal, and I shared that sentiment. I wanted passion and a rush unlike any other, and I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t feel sparks of that with the guys.
“You’re a true romantic, aren’t you? You literally have a tattoo about your favorite romance book,” Auden chuckled.
“Love Kills, right?” Claude asked me.
Awe struck me. I couldn’t believe they remembered all these little things about me.
“That’s the one. I’m a sucker for intense romances, especially when both characters are badass,” I said with a soft laugh before a more serious look crossed my face. “I don’t know. I think I latch onto romance stories because the thought of being loved unconditionally seems so perfect that it almost feels like it only exists in books.”
“Everything fictional stems from something that’s real,” Kai pointed out, sharing a warm smile with me that made my cheeks flush. Maybe he was right.
Thirsty from the long ride, I downed a little bit too much water too fast, and my bladder refused to let me ignore that.
“I need to use the restroom,” I told Chris, who scooted his chair back and held his hand out to help me get up. I headed to the bathroom, which was on the other side of the round bar in the back of the restaurant.
I didn’t even make it to the bathroom before I heard an unfamiliar man’s voice.
“Where you going there, sugar plum?”
I grimaced at the pet name. Unless it was one of the guys playfully or sweetly calling me something other than my actual name, I didn’t like when people addressed me like that. I turned and saw a burly man in a leather vest sitting at the bar. He was stocky with a longer, brown beard, and his dark eyes moved over my figure slowly.
“Bathroom,” I simply said, starting to turn away.
“Hey, hey! I’m not done talking to you,” he barked at me.
My eyes widened in shock. Where did he get the audacity from to speak to me like that?
“I don’t even know you,” I bit back.
“Call me Bones,” he said as he stood up from the barstool and started making his way closer to me. “Why don’t you come have a drink with me?”
I took a step back and shook my head, my stomach twisting at the smell of beer that radiated off him.
“I’m good,” I replied.
Bones towered over me, his eyes narrowing.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because I’m pregnant!” I snapped, figuring that would make him back off.
“Get the fuck away from her,” Kai growled, coming out of nowhere and putting himself between me and Bones with a glare on his face.
I shrunk back as the others basically surrounded me, making me back away from Bones.