Her Possessive Bikers

39. Kyler

39

KYLER

" I 'm sorry," Indy whispers, trying to get off his lap. Tres’s grip tightens around her waist.

"Hush," he commands softly, and she obeys, staying still.

I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at Tres. "Watch your tone with her."

Tres’s eyes meet mine, hard and unyielding. "Kyler, calm down."

"Calm down?" I scoff, shaking my head. "Yeah, right."

"Jacoby," Tres says, voice steady as ever, "grab a blanket for Indy."

Jacoby hesitates but then nods, scurrying out of the room like he’s been given a reprieve. I take a step closer to Tres and Indy.

"She doesn’t need you treating her like some?—"

"Kyler," Tres interrupts me, voice low but firm. "This isn’t the time for your tantrum."

Indy shifts slightly, looking up at me with those hazel eyes that always seem to see right through my bullshit. “Kyler...”

I can’t watch this shit. I turn on my heel, my fists clenching at my sides.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tres’s voice cuts through the tension like a knife.

“Out of here,” I snap, not looking back. “I don’t need to see you playing house with her.”

Her voice stops me in my tracks. “Kyler, please don't go.”

I whip around, “Indy baby, I just need some time to think.”

“Maybe you should think about keeping this family together,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “And right now, that involves Indy and her place here.”

Jacoby walks back in with a blanket, his usual smirk nowhere in sight. He hands it to Indy, who wraps it around herself without a word.

“You two done measuring dicks?” Jacoby asks, eyebrow raised.

“Shut the fuck up,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair.

“Look,” Indy says softly, from behind me. “I didn’t ask for any of this...”

I turn to her, and the sight of her wrapped in that blanket with those big hazel eyes looking so vulnerable just guts me. “Yeah, well, neither did I.”

Tres steps between us, his broad frame blocking my view of her. “Kyler, we all need to talk.”

“What’s there to talk about?” I ask bitterly. “She's clearly already made her choice.”

Indy steps forward, eyes blazing with a fire that could incinerate us all. "You three done discussing my life like I'm not standing right here?" she snaps, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

Tres turns to her, his usual cool demeanor cracking just a bit. "Indy, we're just trying to figure out what's best?—."

"Best for who? The three of you, or me?" she scoffs, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. "I can make my own damn decisions."

Jacoby smirks, leaning against the doorframe. "She's got a point."

Tres’s gaze flicks between Jacoby and me, a storm brewing in those brown eyes. “It’s obvious you both have feelings for Indy,” he states, his voice a low rumble.

Jacoby shrugs, crossing his arms. “Doesn't take a PhD to figure that out boss.”

I look down at my boots, feeling like an idiot. Tres steps closer to Indy, placing a hand on her shoulder. “And I’m guessing she shares feelings for all of us.”

Indy looks up, meeting each of our gazes in turn. “Yeah, I do. I care about each of you, in my own special way.”

A weight I didn’t even realize I was carrying lifts off my chest. “So what does that mean?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

I stand there, trying to hold my ground while my insides twist in knots. Indy looks at each of us, her eyes softening.

"Kyler," she starts, and I feel my heart skip a beat. "I love how you always make me feel seen, even when I’m trying to blend into the background. You're quiet, but your presence is loud in the best way. You’ve got this gentle strength that pulls me in." Her words hit me like a ton of bricks and I can barely breathe.

Jacoby chuckles softly, leaning against the doorframe. "Always knew you were a softie, Jones."

I shoot him a glare but before I can retort, Indy turns to him. "Jacoby," she says, her voice filled with warmth, "you’re like a ray of sunshine on the darkest days. Your confidence is contagious and you make me laugh even when I think I can't. You're always so carefree and it’s like you remind me to live a little."

Jacoby's smirk softens into something genuine. "Well, someone’s gotta keep things light around here," he says, but there's no hiding the pride in his voice.

Then she looks at Tres, who stands tall and unyielding. Her eyes soften even more if that's possible. "Tres," she begins, "you’re... solid. Like a rock I can lean on. You’re strong and protective and... you make me feel safe." She swallows hard, her voice catching for a moment. "And you're just as stubborn as me."

Tres raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a small smile. "Stubborn, huh? Takes one to know one."

"Guess so," Indy replies with a small laugh.

I shift my weight from one foot to the other, trying to process everything she's just said. It's like she's laid all our cards out on the table.

"So where does that leave us?" I ask quietly.

Indy sighs and takes a step closer to us. “I don’t have all the answers right now,” she admits. “But what I do know is that I care about each of you more than I thought possible.”

Jacoby scratches his head. “Well, hell. Looks like we’re in one big complicated mess,” he says with a chuckle.

Tres clears his throat, shifting his gaze from Indy to me and Jacoby. “We haven’t discussed this in depth,” he begins, “but I’d be willing to share her with you both if that’s something she’s comfortable with. She shouldn’t have to choose.”

Jacoby’s face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Hell, I’m all for it,” he says, leaning back against the wall with a satisfied grin. “What do you say, Kyler?”

My mind races, trying to process what Tres just said. Share her? It sounds insane, but the thought of losing Indy is unbearable. I know it's either all in or all out. And out isn’t an option.

“I—” I start, my voice faltering. I take a deep breath and try again. “I’m in.”

Tres turns to Indy, his eyes softening. “What do you want?”

Indy looks at each of us in turn, her eyes wide and filled with uncertainty. She bites her lower lip—a habit she has when she’s deep in thought.

“I don’t know,” she admits quietly. “This is... a lot to take in.”

Jacoby steps forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. “No rush, sweetheart. Take your time.”

She nods slowly, then looks up at Tres. “Is this really okay with you? With all of you?”

“It’s not about what’s okay for us,” Tres says gently. “It’s about what you want, Indy.”

She swallows hard and takes a deep breath. “I care about each of you... deeply,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “But I don’t know how this would work.”

Jacoby chuckles softly. “Well, we’re all pretty adaptable,” he says with a wink.

Tres shoots him a look that says now isn’t the time for jokes.

“I just want you to be happy,” I say softly.

Indy smiles at me, and it feels like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm.

"What'll it be Indiana Cooper?" Tres asks.

I take a breath and hold it, waiting for her answer.