Bedding The Biker Next Door by Virna Depaul Read Free Book Online Page A

Her daughter, maybe? A babysitter? Since it was Sunday, it couldn’t be a daycare? Or did daycares open on the weekend these days?
    Last night, Jill said she ran a daycare. Adventurous Jill with hair like dark brown mink and beautiful green eyes. Jill, who’d spread herself for him to enjoy and who’d taken him deep into her mouth and body. Jill, who’d put a smile on his face. Multiple times.
    Damn it, Cole. Stop thinking about her. What’s done is done. They’d agreed to one night, and he needed focus on the here and now. The kid in his backyard had obviously strayed off from the group next door. Cole walked along the side of the house and waited for the boy to peek around the corner again.
    After a moment or two, the boy’s face popped around the side of the house.
    “You’re trespassing on private property,” Cole said, his voice sterner than he’d meant it to be.
    The little boy froze and stared up at Cole, unsure if he should surrender or run.
    “Stanley Baker! Where are you? Come back here, please!” The voice, tinged with mild panic, obviously belonged to the teen girl watching the kids next door.
    Stanley Baker ran off, giving Cole a wide, mischievous grin, as though saying, You can’t catch me!
    Cole smiled in spite of himself. He kept an eye on Stanley until he rejoined the group next door. Only then did Cole head back to his bike and drive it to the rear of the house, to his mom’s garage. The garage door opener was in his bag, but he decided to just keep his bike parked outside for now. He grabbed his duffel, slung it over his shoulder, and unlocked the front door. After taking a deep breath, he stepped into his past.
    He stood there, staring at the threshold for a long time. The house didn’t smell the same anymore. When Mom was alive, there was always the aroma of fresh flowers or something baking in the oven. Now, it smelled musty. Empty. Hi Mom, I’m home. Cole dropped his bag and closed the door behind him, trying his best to hold it together.
    The front door opened into the living room. He walked over to the big glass hutch that covered one whole wall. It was filled with antique teapots, dishes, snow globes, and figurines. His mom had loved antiques and there’d been many Saturday mornings when Cole was a boy that she would wake him up early and drag him out to a swap meet or yard sale. She never visited antique stores or bought her things directly because she loved the hunt. Some days, they’d go to ten yard sales and come home empty-handed. Other days, they’d go to just one, and his mom would find herself another treasure to proudly display in the giant hutch that Cole’s grandfather built for her before he passed away.
    Cole opened the hutch and took out one of the teacups. His big hands could hardly grasp the dainty handle, and quickly put it down, worried he was going to crush it.
    What the fuck was he supposed to do with all this stuff?
    It wasn’t like he was going to put it on display in his apartment. But each delicate teacup reminded him of his mother, so he’d be damned if he’d throw them away either. He decided right then that he’d pack everything up, putting into storage the things that had been most precious to him and his mom, then donating the rest.
    He left the living room and ambled down the hall to his old bedroom. He smiled when he pushed open the door. Cole had been living on his own since he was eighteen years old, but his room still looked exactly the way he’d left it the last time he’d spent the night there. He entered and sat down on the bed, feeling like his heart was being ripped from his chest. Despite raising a child on her own, his mother had made sure he had everything he ever needed and most of what he wanted.
    Over at the shelves above his old desk, he picked up a faded photo of him in a football uniform— Go Mavericks! He thought back to the first time he’d put on that gold and green uniform. He was so proud back then, his mother so nervous