“I’ve got fifty that says Prez takes an ol’ lady within the week,” one of his brothers says. He would be hard-pressed to say who because he was laser-focused on his daughter.
“I’ll take that action,” another answered. He didn’t divert his attention until his daughter let herself into Taylor’s place.
Once she was safe, he turned to his brothers at large.
“Ready?”
“Let’s ride.” His brothers voiced their agreement.
Before the four of them left, he turned to Chef and Boogeyman. “Watch my girls.”
Ghoul had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face before he donned his helmet.
It wasn’t lost on Prowler that he’d saidmy girls, but it felt right, at least at that particular moment.
“I’ll guard what'syoursas if it were mine.” Boogey smirked.
That should’ve irritated him, but it didn’t. He really didn’t want to do a relationship ever again, but his wolf seemed to sit up on his haunches at the idea.
Somehow his casual fuck was headed that direction, and he felt powerless to stop it.
As long as he didn’t let on to Taylor that he might be catching feelings, their arrangement didn’t need to change.
TWO
TAYLOR
“What the hell was I thinking?” Taylor asked the dishes she was banging into the dishwasher.
“I knew better than that. I knew. Too damn sexy. But hey, I always gotta fall for the bad boys, huh?”
She slammed her favorite coffee mug a little too hard and broke it.
“Fuck,” she cursed as she sucked the blood off her finger.
“No, no, no, no,” she cried and fished out pieces of her CUNT mug.
Cursing herself some more, she tossed them in the trash and finished cleaning up the kitchen.
Taylor had zero intentions of sleeping with her sexy-ass biker neighbor when he’d moved in. That lasted all of about six months.
Then, when they did come to an arrangement, she resolved not to fall for him. Just sex, which is all either of them wanted.
What is it they say about best-laid plans? Yeah, that. It only took about two months of a steady diet of his cock and tongue, and her traitorous cunt was falling and taking Taylor down with her.
She wasn’t head over heels in love, but she definitely had some fonder thanlikefeelings for her tall, blond Viking of a biker neighbor. That thought came with a metric fuckton of complications.
They had an agreement, and “fonder than like” was strictly forbidden.
Cassidy.
Fuck, if she told Prowler how she was starting to fall when she promised not to catch feels, he’d definitely distance himself and his daughter. She’d miss Cass so much if that happened.
They’d promised each other when they were done being neighbors-with-benefits, things would go back to normal. They’d remain neighborly, and she’d still watch Cass.
However, they never discussed what would happen if one of them fell for the other. Frankly, they were both one hundred and ten percent convinced it would never happen.
Taylor for damn sure never expected it. Hell, the first time she’d even realized it herself was just minutes ago. When his ex was all over him, and he did fuck all to stop it.
