Bedding The Biker Next Door Read Free

jeans and a cotton tank top. Nearby, a couple of guys whooped and hollered as they played darts, their lack of coordination indicating they were well on their way to wasted.
    Movement caught his eye, and he brought his gaze back around to the first high table. The people blocking it had moved, and this time, Cole got a clear look at the second woman, also dressed casually in jeans and a cap-sleeved fitted T-shirt.
    He paused the bottle of beer en route to his mouth so quickly, it sloshed around inside.
    She was petite and dark-haired, with big eyes. Light eyes. Not a flashy woman. In fact, some might say she was on the plain side, but that was only if you were stupid enough to discount her delicate, perfectly symmetrical features. She had prominent cheekbones and a long, graceful neck that reminded him of a ballerina, and there was something about the way she talked to her friend—her eyes bright and her hands gesturing wildly—that made him think sweet and wild .
    Staring at her, something stirred in his chest. As if she sensed him watching, she glanced over. As their eyes connected across the room, something in Cole’s jeans stirred too, something that hadn’t stirred in a good long time. Just like that, he felt a tug low in his belly, and red-hot need surged through him. His cock twitched and came to life, throbbing in a way that made him catch his breath.
    It was a good kind of breathlessness, like the exhilarating rush he experienced while surfing, riding his cruiser, or having fabulous sex. It hadn’t taken a redhead or blonde or the promise of sex in an airplane to remind him of those things, only a lovely, unassuming brunette watching him over her drink with those big, light eyes of hers.
    As his body worked overtime, so did his mind—from two different points of view. One urged him not to delay— stop wasting time and go to her, you dick .
    But another part of his brain cautioned him— stop being ridiculous, you’re just tired . She didn’t seem the type of woman a guy casually picked up in a bar unless he wanted more from her than one night in bed.
    And he didn’t have more to give any woman right now.
    Certainly not anytime soon.
    Probably not ever.
    He had to focus on taking care of his mom’s things. Selling the houses. Expanding his business. And maybe finding out what the fuck was going on with Eric.
    That was enough for anyone to handle at the moment.
    Deliberately, he turned away and signaled the bartender. He’d have one more drink. Then he’d get the hell out of there.
     

Chapter Two
     
     
    “It will be a good investment,” Jill Jones told Liz Monroe, her friend and partner in her daycare business. “Five tablets the older kids can use for learning and the occasional game. What do you think?”
    She could get a great deal on the tablets if they acted on the idea this week. It’d be good for advertising, too—daycare was extremely competitive in this part of town, and they needed every edge they could get. They were getting more and more attention for offering services above and beyond the other nearby centers, including offering flexible hours and staying open on the weekend when needed.
    If a few more children enrolled, they could use the extra tuition to install more cameras and a better security system. The house she lived in was in a good neighborhood, but there had been a rash of break-ins lately and it was always best to be prepared. One step at a time toward giving her kids the best care and the attention they deserved.
    “Sounds great,” Liz said, lazily sliding her fingertip over the rim of her glass. “I know the kids would love the tablets. We can deduct the cost at the end of the year, along with the wireless internet.”
    “So it’s a good investment all the way around. But if even one parent is against using the technology as a learning device and reward system, we can’t offer it to the other kids. It just wouldn’t be fair.” Jill signed her credit card bill.