There are plenty of women and children out, and I shelve my discomfort knowing it’s for a good cause.
The line of bikes goes straight through the main street in town, and the good cheer is infectious. Despite my headache, aching thighs, and screaming bladder, I smile and wave at the crowd who have come out to witness a thousand bikers invading their town.
Our motel is on the far edge of town, and the parking lot is packed with bikes of all kinds.
Luke gets the only disabled parking space, and I circle twice before pulling in behind him. Bikes are already stacked two or three to a space, and I’ll just have to move my bike if Luke wants to go anywhere without me.
I note with annoyance that the Underground Crows MC are staying in the same motel as us. I must remember to warn the guys to keep the hell away from them.
Luke maneuvers himself into his wheelchair and unclips the ties holding it in place. With a push of a lever, a ramp unfolds down the back of the platform and he wheels himself off.
My instinct is to grab his bags for him, but I put my hands in my pockets knowing he prefers to do things for himself. I wait for him patiently, but my bladder is about to explode and I dance from foot to foot.
At that moment Snips comes over with April, and it’s a relief to see someone from the club.
“I got your room keys.” April holds up two key cards and hands one to Luke. “Yours is on the first floor, and you’re sharing with Specs.”
Luke takes the key card and wheels off to find his room.
“You’re in 102 up top.” She hands me the other key card.
“I’m not sharing, right?”
April nods. “Don’t ask me how, but I managed to get you a room on your own.”
It’s a luxury, but I have to work, and I’m too stuck in my ways to share a room with anyone. I paid extra to get a room to myself.
“I owe you a drink.”
April smiles and rubs a hand over her pregnant belly. “I’ll take a rain check on that.”
I shoulder my bag and set off across the parking lot.
“We’re in room 107,” she calls after me. “And we’re all meeting in the bar at five.”
I’m already halfway across the parking lot, mybladder practically bursting with the knowledge that relief is in sight.
I take the stairs two at a time and jog along the walkway until I find room 102. I swipe the key card and push the door open and jog to the bathroom.
All my attention is on my bladder and how quickly I can get to the bathroom. So it’s a huge surprise when I push open the bathroom door and find the shower running.
The bathroom is steamed up, and through the mist a flash of skin makes me freeze.
The shower is a see-through cubicle, and inside is a naked woman. She’s facing away from me, and I get an eyeful of a delicious curvy ass. She’s got soap suds all over her and one arm up in the air as she lathers soap over her voluptuous breasts.
My throat tightens and my heartbeat kicks up a notch as lust races through my veins. There’s a stirring down below that’s more urgent than the need to pee.
Her hair is dark brown, and water plasters it to her back. The hint of a tattoo peeks through the tendrils, an outstretched paw that belongs to some kind of wild animal.
She slowly turns around, and I’m hypnotized as her breasts come into view. They’re full with dusky pink nipples, which she runs a hand over as she lathers soap over her chest.
I should back out of the shower. I’ve obviously got the wrong room. But I can’t move and I can’t look away.
I tear my gaze away from her breasts, needing to see her face.
The woman’s got youthful skin and full lips and dark brown eyes that widen in horror when she sees me.
Her full pink lips open wide, and she lets out a bloodcurdling scream.
