5 Bikers for Valentines

“Jesus, Josie,” Lila cried out. “I’m so sorry. I thought you’d be gone a bit longer.”

I heard them shuffling around, grabbing their clothes, but I remained standing with my back to them, continuing to stare at the door.

“Couldn’t you have done that in your room?” I muttered.

“Like I said, I thought—”

The guy interjected, “She could join us—”

“No!” Lila and I shouted in unison, “Just, fuck no.”

At least we agreed on that. We were close friends, but we weren’t that close. Sharing clothes and shoes was one thing. Sharing a man was a whole separate level of depravity I wasn’t even going to indulge in.

After a few minutes, Lila muttered, “We’re decent. You can turn around now.”

I was almost afraid to look. Part of me didn’t want to see the guy who had just been nailing my best friend on the couch, but I reluctantly turned around. The guy, unsurprisingly, wasn’t bad looking. He was attractive and fit, a stereotypical blond surfer type, which was exactly what Lila liked. He was good looking, but he was no Gavin.

“Thanks, Jason,” Lila said, standing on her tip-toes and kissing him. “It’s been fun.”

“Maybe we can get together after—”

Lila cringed. “No, I don’t think so,” she said and laughed. “But like I said, it’s been fun. Have a good day now, stud.”

She patted him on the ass as she nudged him toward the door. Once he was gone, I turned to my friend and shook my head, unable to suppress the horrified giggles that escaped my throat.

“You had to bring him back here?” I asked. “And screw him in here, of all places?”

“Well you were gone, and I figured I had the place to myself, so, you know, I thought I’d take advantage of it.”

“Clearly,” I said and rolled my eyes.

A mischievous grin spread across her face and her eyes started to twinkle.

“So, speaking of taking advantage of things, how was last night?” she asked. “Since you stayed the night with him, I’m assuming you’re no longer a virgin.”

“Lila!” I shouted, feeling my face flare with heat.

I was mortified, but I was also giggling from both embarrassment and excitement. I covered my face with my hands, completely embarrassed, and that was all the answer Lila needed.

“You did it! You finally did it! Halle-goddamn-lujah,” she screamed and started dancing around the room, taking my hands in hers, and forcing me to dance with her. “And you’re going to tell me all about it, right?”

“Maybe,” I said, smiling so much it hurt. “But right now, I’d really just like to get something to eat. I’m famished.”

“Of course you are,” Lila winked. “All that amazing sex works up quite the appetite.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” I teased.

“Hell yeah, I would,” she winked. “Let’s pack first, though, then we can grab some breakfast before we dock.”

Chapter Eight

Gavin

I got dressed and wandered downstairs to the club, hoping maybe I could catch her before she left. But, when I got to the club floor and the elevator doors opened, all I found was the staff cleaning the place up from the mess the guests had left the night before.

“Did you see the redhead just come out of the elevator?” I asked the bartender, Stan.

“Hot little thing in a black dress? Yeah,” Stan said, scratching at the stubble on his face. “She ran out of here like a bat out of hell. Guess your touch with the ladies is slipping, huh?”