Free Wild Angels: A Biker Erotic Romance by Ellen Graves

 
    WILD ANGELS
     
    “I want toast, Mummy!” Angelia sat on the floor in front of the TV by her sister Rebecca. Zoe put two slices of bread in the toaster and watched her two daughters. They were watching some children’s program on the TV before they went to school.
     
    The toaster popped the toast out and Zoe spread jam on one slice and chocolate spread on the other before cutting them into fours.
     
    “Sit at the table please, girls.” Zoe placed the plates on the table and watched as they both scrambled to the table. It was a good thing that she hadn’t dressed them for school yet when she saw Rebecca drop a dollop of jam on her nightdress.
     
    Zoe took a sip of her coffee and leaned against the counter. Today was going to be a relaxing day for her. She had no house work to do; her mother was taking and picking the girls up from school so Zoe planned on spending her day relaxing in front of the TV and in the bath.
     
    “Sticky, Mummy.” Angelia held her hands in front of her with a frown. Zoe scooped her little girl into her arms and sat her on the counter next to the sink. Cleaning Angelia’s face before Rebecca’s.
     
    “Let’s get you girls dressed then.” The girls rushed up the stairs as fast as they could without tripping up and headed into their bedroom. Zoe allowed her children to choose what they wanted to wear as long as it wasn’t out of order. Rebecca liked to dress girly whereas Angelia tended to stick to jeans and a t-shirt.
     
    By the time the girls were dressed and their teeth brushed, it was nearly time for school. She helped the girls into their shoes and slid their backpacks on a few seconds before the doorbell rung. Her mother, Pamela, opened the door with a smile at her and her daughters.
     
    “Are my lovely grandchildren ready for school?”
     
    “Yes!” both the girls shouted at once and Zoe couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.
     
    “I’ll see you at home time.” Zoe crouched down and kissed each of her daughter’s cheeks and waved them off as they were strapped into her mother’s car and she was alone for the first time in a while. She had just sat down when her dog Terrence started barking at the door.
     
    “Really?” Zoe heaved herself from the sofa and wrapped herself in a jacket before opening the back door so the dog could go out. It was the middle of October and the weather had taken a turn for the worse. Every time she breathed out she could see her breath.
     
    “Come on, boy.” Zoe called to the dog but he was sniffing something under the jungle gym at the back of the garden. Zoe squinted and made out a black shadowed lump. She slid her feet into a pair of slippers before heading towards the said lump. Terrence was whining when she reached the jungle gym.
     
    There was a fully grown man lying on the cold, solid ground. A leather jacket was thrown across his face. Zoe reached out hesitantly and tugged it away from him.
     
    His face was covered with dried blood and dirt. She could quite figure out where the blood had come from and if it even belonged to him.  She could, however, tell from the look of him, that he was in severe trouble and if she didn’t get him out of the cold, something serious might happen to him.
     
    She reached down and placed her hand in front of his nose and let out a relieved breath when she felt warm puffs of air against her fingers. While they were shallow and not coming as often as necessary, they were still there. She reached out again and gently shook the man’s shoulders, hoping to get a reaction from him.
     
    “Excuse me? Can you stand?”
     
    The man’s eyes fluttered open before squeezing closed again with a groan of pain. Zoe frowned and stood up. She needed to get this man inside but knew she wouldn’t be able to carry him inside and she didn’t want to ask her neighbours to help for fear of what they may say.
     
    “I need to get you inside where it’s warmer.” Zoe watched as the man