Dirty biker daddy, p.1
Dirty Biker Daddy, page 1
Dirty Biker Daddy
BIG BAD MC CURVY LITTLE SOULMATES SERIES
PENNY SNOAK
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
ALSO BY PENNY SNOAK
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER ONE
Hailey
"Have those cookies been baked yet?" Rebecca inquired as she entered the kitchen. "If we're going to be finished in time for the motorcycle exhibition tomorrow, we really need to get those out right now." As I turned to look at her, I inclined my head suspiciously.
I had just moved to town and I kept hearing about this so-called motorcycle show from what I understood a lot of the people here at the bakery knew people who owned motorcycles and showed them off at the motorcycle show and they were always helping set up booths and promote businesses throughout the town considering the fact that I had been too busy between trying to find a place to live and employment I had never gotten a chance to go so hearing them menti
"Do you assist with the motorbike show?" I inquired, my eagerness evident as I spoke. I couldn't help but smile when Rebecca nodded her head in agreement. "Is there normally a booth open for you guys? I'd want to offer my assistance." Rebecca seemed perplexed for a moment as she looked me up and down, and I could tell what she was thinking.
When it came to people who worked at motorcycle shows on weekends, I had already noticed a pattern. They were always people who had been there much longer than I had, and they were usually visited by someone who came on a motorcycle. Initially, I assumed it was just friends and family, especially given the men on bikes were always twice the age of everyone in the bakery, but as I observed, I realized there was more going on than simply relatives visiting.
There was something unusual about the way they acted. They acted more like they were married or dating, but the age difference between the two was so great that it was nearly impossible to fully understand everything that was going on. Of course, none of this was any of my business, and I usually prefer to keep to myself unless something was going on that required my attention.
I didn't want to repeat what occurred the previous time I got involved in one of my friends' lives because it had utterly ruined mine, especially since I had only recently moved to a new area and was finally happy where I was. Now that I was finally settling down, it was time to start reaching out more to the community in order to find my place.
"I'm not sure," Rebecca responded tentatively as she crossed her arms in front of me. "If you want to continue working here at the bakery tomorrow, I'd be pleased to schedule you, but I believe I've got everyone I need to work the motorcycle show booth tomorrow." I was about to say anything when Megan walked into the kitchen holding a massive bowl of cookie dough.
"I'll switch with her right away," she said. "I don't believe she's had a chance to see the motorbike show yet. I believe that working the booth at the motorcycle exhibition would be an excellent opportunity for her to attend the show." Rebecca seemed to be debating the matter as she looked from Megan to me and back again, and I reminded myself to think of Megan for her offer.
Megan was a lot nicer than a lot of the other women, including Bethany, of course I knew she was only nice because she liked to look after everyone, especially after what happened with Bethany when she came to Colorado in the first place but it didn't matter to me as long as I got to see the motorcycle shows for myself I was perfectly fine making whatever arrangements I had to make after a long silence Rebecca sighed and shook her head at me
"All right," she said after a few minutes, "I'll allow the deal." "In all honesty, I'm not sure why you guys volunteered to work at the motorcycle show in the first place, especially when you'd have so much more flexibility to see it for yourself if you just went instead of working, but I'm not going to disagree. Instead, I'll let you have as much fun as you want as long as you do your job." As I nodded in response, my heart leapt for excitement.
"Thank you very much, Rebecca!" I yelled, jumping up and down, unable to contain my joy. I returned my focus to Megan and nodded in acknowledgement. "Thank you so much, Megan." Rebecca signaled for me to sit down and both women chuckled.
"There's no need to thank me," she remarked, looking at the kitchen clock. "You may thank me later if you hurry up with those cookies. We have approximately an hour before we close, so I want to bake as many cookies as possible in that hour so that we can have an early start on tomorrow's booth." Recognizing that she was correct, I returned my attention to the task at hand.
Despite the fact that I had been working on cookie dough all day, I felt like I could do it for another day. Rebecca's metal mixers made preparing cookie dough much easier, and I couldn't help but smile at how accomplished I felt at the end of each day as I put away the thirty bowls of cookie dough I had created.
Megan's agreement to swap shifts with me tomorrow brought me new hope, and I couldn't wait for tomorrow to arrive. It meant I was making new friends and was on my way to making even more. What made it even better was that she hadn't even paused for a second, even though she claimed it was just so I could see the motorcycle show. Deep down, I suspected they were hiding something for me, but I wasn't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. Instead, I was going to enjoy my day and see what happened from there.
CHAPTER TWO
Shane
The way the wind whipped through my beard made me feel wild and free, just like it used to before we moved to Colorado. Even though it was cool outside and I was beginning to regret not wearing a sweatshirt underneath my leather jacket, I was still rather comfortable and didn't want to change a thing. Nothing beats a good motorbike ride to cleanse one's mind.
Everyone on the compound was starting to settle down and start their own families, and more and more houses were being built so that the other members could have their own privacy, and I was beginning to wonder if I was about to become a thing of the past. Out of everyone on the compound, I was the only one who hadn't even gotten a single date since they got here, and I was tired of everyone asking me when I was going to settle down.
I was a wildcard who only took orders from certain people, and when those orders came, they weren't exactly the kind of orders that someone with a weak stomach could handle, but I enjoyed my work. The only other people who had even come close to enjoying their job remotely as much as I did were Jake and Vincent, and they had already settled down. I, on the other hand, preferred to stay wild and single, despite the fact that deep down I was just a Daddy waiting for th
I had gone on the ride that morning because I was weary of hearing everyone talk about who was expecting and who was wanting to get pregnant, as well as hearing bets on who would have the biggest baby. In my perspective, it was all nonsense, and it grieved me to see how the biker gang had devolved into nothing more than a large family, as opposed to what they used to be. So, when everyone turned their attention to me, wondering when I was going to start settling down, I quickly changed the subject before opting to go for a ride, claiming I was going for rounds.
When I finally returned to the compound, I felt a lot calmer about the situation and was ready to continue with my day having already escaped the problems that had been plaguing me all morning. The fact that everyone kept ganging up on me the way they did in order to see when I was going to make myself happy was driving me absolutely insane and I knew I wasn't the only one there were still several members who even though they had been seeing a person here or there
"There you are!" cried Jeffrey as he raced to catch up to me. He smiled as he proceeded, seeing that I was in the process of parking my motorcycle. "How was your ride?" I couldn't stand him for long, no matter how irritating he was.
Jeffrey was Adam and Patrick's friend, and he had been a true friend to me ever since Chase decided that the group would go legit. Out of everyone in the group, Jeffrey was one of the few who hadn't settled down yet, and as a result, he was one of my closest friends as well. I shook my head in answer, unable to conceal my smile any longer.
"I've had better days," I said as I parked my motorcycle outside the car repair shop. "I just needed to clear my thoughts after all that happened this morning." He didn't seem upset or anything as he pondered this for a bit. For a brief period, he appeared to be lost in meditation.
"They're simply watching out for you, you know," he explained after a little silence. "Nobody in the group is doing it to be cruel. They're doing it because they're worried about you. They want you to be happy, just like everyone else." As soon as my motorcycle was correctly parked, I turned to face him, interested as to what his thoughts were on the topic.
"How about you?" I inquired about the safety of my motorcycle. "What are your thoughts on the matter?" He shrugged as he followed me over to the main house, walking side by side with me the entire time.
"To be honest, I think they're correct," he responded after a few paces. "There's no reason why we can't be happy, but I'm not sure if getting into a relationship is the best thing for the two of us. In my opinion, as long as we are content with our life and stay out of trouble, there is no reason to rush into a relationship unless it is with someone I actually like spending time with." I paused for a while as we made our way up the rear steps to the kitchen's back entrance.
Jeffrey was c
"Anyway, are you going to the motorbike exhibition tomorrow?" As we walked into the kitchen, Jeffrey inquired. "I've heard that Chase has something big planned for everyone, including the group. What do you think it is?" I paused for a bit as I took out a loaf of bread and the peanut butter.
"I don't know," I admitted after a minute of making myself a sandwich. "Whatever it is, it appears to be for the benefit of the municipality rather than the organization. Chase, in my opinion, has suddenly become extremely soft." Jeffrey's eyes darkened as he stared me down, trying to decipher the meaning of my words.
"It's best not to talk like that, especially around the compound," he cautioned politely. "You never know who is listening or how they could repeat it throughout the property. In the meanwhile, I believe you should take a break. You look exhausted."
CHAPTER THREE
Hailey
When my alarm went off the next morning, I jumped out of bed and dashed to the shower, mentally ticking off a number of items on my mental to-do list as I went. Meanwhile, in the other bedroom of the two-bedroom apartment that I shared, my roommate, Cheyenne, was still fast asleep, which meant that I had all of the hot water to myself. Knowing that I needed to hurry to the bakery to help prepare everything for the motorcycle show that day, I hurried through the shower and hurried to get dressed.
Most people would have thought I was insane, especially because I was getting up at six o'clock in the morning to prepare for the motorcycle show when we didn't have to be at the bakery until eight o'clock to set up. That meant I was there sooner than intended, and as long as I finished everything on time, I'd have enough time to make some coffee and wake up before heading to work.
The aroma of hot coffee floated through the air, and I sat down at the kitchen island to enjoy it while waiting for the coffee machine to finish preparing the coffee. Just down the hall, I heard the door open and saw Cheyenne crawl out of her bedroom, half-dead and nearly zombie-like. Despite the fact that she was a well-known real estate agent in the neighborhood, she had yet to receive her morning cup of coffee, which meant she looked nothing like the happy faces on the bus station advertisements.
"You're up early," I responded with a smile. I proceeded when she complained in response. "I'm guessing the scent of coffee awakened you up this morning." She slept sleepily as she sat down next to me, and I felt like one of those zombie movie characters who was on the verge of being eaten.
"How much longer?" she mumbled almost silently. "I need... coffee..." Before I could react, the coffee maker began to signal that it had finished its duty and that the first brewed pot was ready for the two of us.
Cheyenne sprung to life without hesitation and dashed for the coffee maker, nearly knocking me to the ground as I tried to move out of her path. It was frightening how she acted when she hadn't yet completely awakened and had her first cup of coffee, and I knew better than to get in her way. After pouring a full mug of the black bitter drink, she took a small sip and leaned back against the counter, letting out a satisfied hum.
"That's the thing," she exclaimed, staring down at her coffee mug. "Of all the roommates I've had, you're the only one who can brew a decent cup of coffee." As I approached, I began to smile, seeing this as an opportunity to come in and have some coffee for myself.
"Thank you for the complement," I replied as I poured myself a cup of coffee. "I'm not going to lie, I didn't expect you to wake up till later today. Is there something wrong?" As she walked over to the kitchen table, she shook her head.
"No, I'm alright," she said, reassuring me. "I smelled the coffee and decided I'd had enough of sleeping in for the day." She then looked at the kitchen clock. "Since you started working that job, you've nearly never been here at this time on weekends. Did you finally decide to take a day off?" In answer, I immediately shook my head.
"Actually, I didn't," I said as I sat down next to her at the kitchen table. "I've been booked to work at the motorcycle show booth, which means I don't have to get at work until eight o'clock to set up." Coffee spat from her mouth as she looked at me for a time, as if trying to figure out if I was serious or not.
"You're going to the motorbike show?" she questioned, her eyes wide with surprise and amazement. "You can't possibly be serious. I know those events bring in a lot of money for the community and local companies, but there's something about that organization that I don't trust." I turned to gaze at her, raising an eyebrow.
"What are you on about?" As I sat down with my mug of coffee, I inquired. "As far as I can tell, they've been nothing but nice and helpful to the community. They're a little rough around the edges, but that's nothing to pass judgment on." She rolled her eyes. Cheyenne looked at me and shook her head.
"Have you met anyone from that group outside of the bakery and coffee shop?" she inquired, her voice full with curiosity. She proceeded after I shook my head in answer. "The people who work in town are usually rather nice, especially the girls. However, when you get to the males at that site known as the complex, they're usually a little rougher around the edges. That is why, no matter what, I prefer to keep my distance from them." Part of me wanted to object, but another part of me understood her concerns.
Not everyone in town was comfortable with the fact that there was a motorcycle club living in town, but given that they never caused any trouble, nobody ever said anything as far as I could tell. It was more along the lines of they didn't know what kind of history they had before they came to town and the fact that they showed up in town mysteriously and started helping out the communities more than they had expected, everyone was exercising a healthy dose of skepticism.
Even though I had only met the women at work, I had a feeling that if I ever met one of the men from the motorcycle club, everything would be fine. If anything, I was a little curious about the men, especially the ones who frequently came into the bakery; in fact, there was one man in particular that I wanted to meet.
"Just do me a favor," Cheyenne said when I didn't reply. "Promise me that, no matter what happens, you'll be careful. You're an adult and can do what you want, but I don't want to see you get hurt." Touched by her concern, I nodded my head in response.
"Of course," I promised as I rose to my feet to take my coffee mug to the kitchen. "I promise."
CHAPTER FOUR
Shane
At around ten o'clock in the morning, there was a line as long as several blocks to get into the park in order to see the motorcycle show, and Chase had me put at the ticket stand at the very front, which meant that I was dealing with as many people as humanly possible. Normally I didn't mind this, especially since it got me away from the rest of the group, but on days like today it was a harsh debate on which was worse: dealing with the group or dealing with the town.
Every weekend was the exact same in the town, and nobody seemed to get sick of it. It was great for business, but at the same time, it was a bit annoying for someone who was constantly stuck in the same place at the same time every weekend. It was just as soul-sucking as a regular office job that I was supposed to report to Monday through Friday if I had one. By the time lunchtime rolled around, almost everybody who was going to come in for the day had come in, and Chase came to see me.
"Since things are slowing down here, why don't you go take a break and get some lunch?" He suggested it with a good-natured smile. "I don't need you passing out on me because you get hungry." I knew that there was no way my body was going to ever allow something like that to happen, especially in public, so I rolled my eyes and shook my head, turning my attention back towards the town around us.
