Two bikers. One night. No regrets.
I only stopped for gas. I didn’t expect two men on roaring bikes to show up… and I definitely didn’t expect them to step in when things got a little too uncomfortable with a couple of drunks.
Colt is quiet and intense, all hard muscle and darker eyes. Tucker’s the opposite. Grinning, arrogant, and just as dangerous in a completely different way.
These rough bikers should scare me. But they don’t.
Instead, they make me feel safe. Wanted. Chosen.
I know I should pick one. But what if I don’t want to?
What if I want them both?
