The Biker's Cherry (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 8)

Heather’s daddy paid that shit off, but her picture is tacked behind the bar like a fucking wanted poster.

When JB is real pissed he gets a copy of that fucking photo and throws darts at it. He’s a crazy idiot but I’ve known him since seventh grade. Fucker has always had my back. When I was serving my time in the Marines, he always made sure I got mail. A care package. Art from his kids. If I needed it and he could get it to me he did.

I climb on my bike and watch for that pretty blonde with the great legs to exit the bar. I light up a cigarette and give her a few minutes before I’m ready to cut my losses and ride out when she makes an appearance.

“There you are. Was about to leave without you.”

“That would’ve been unfortunate.”

I start my bike and tell her, “Get on.”

She slings a leg over and slides her arms around me like she’s done it a million times.

We ride out to my apartment in St. Albans. Rent is a little steep living on my own but residing in a quiet neighborhood makes it worth it. I earn decent money doing security for the MC at their strip club and I saved a lot when I was in the military.

We get to my place in no time. The minute I close the door the bitch is on me like a damn rash. Fucking eager. Lips sliding down my neck, tearing at my clothes. Jesus. She works fast. Not that it’s a bad thing. We stumble up the stairs to my bedroom, losing articles of clothing as we go. She flops down on the bed, and I grab a condom from my nightstand. This chick is wild for it. Her hand is between her legs working her pussy. I lean back on my calves watching the show stroking my cock.

“You plan to just watch or are you gonna fuck me, big guy?”

Big guy? I don’t know if she’s talking to me or my dick, but I don’t waste any time. I roll the condom on and line up between her thighs. I slide in and when I look down at her I go still. Fuck me. Fucking hell. I didn’t see at the bar but now that she’s under me and I’m in her I can’t unsee it. Tonya resembles Kimber a little too fucking much. Link’s niece. His off-limits niece who has a bit of a crush on me. Granted Kimber has strawberry blonde hair, but they both have green eyes and a look of innocence to them. I’m going to Hell. Got a one man pass to the highway.

I’m a sick bastard. I shake my head as she whispers, “are you okay?”

“I’m good.” I lean in to kiss her but now my brain is messing with me. The scent of cherries fills my thoughts and my nose. Earlier when I stopped by the daycare with Link to talk to his sister Zoe about some issues they’ve been having with a client, Kimber was there. She sniffed my neck, asking about my cologne, and I got a whiff of her hair. Sweet cherries. Fuck me.

Tonya’s tongue dips between my lips but it’s not her liquor tainted breath I’m tasting or even her I’m kissing in my head. This chick pulls back. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m good.” I try to block out the images of Kimber and her sweet smile. The Freckles that dust her nose and shoulders. The way she looks at me like I hung the moon.

The soft way she says my name.

I blink then stare at this chick and her perky tits, but it isn’t helping.

“You sure you’re all right? We can stop if you’re getting sick or having second thoughts.” Tonya is nice. She’s hot. I should be able to fuck her without remorse. Only her voice is all wrong. And I don’t want to admit it. Because admitting the truth is dirty and wrong. She’s not a gorgeous girl with strawberry blonde hair who smells like cherries and stares at me like no one has ever looked at me a day in my life.

“Fuck,” I mutter, and roll off her. “Stomach cramps,” I lie, knowing how lame it sounds.

“Shit happens. I’m going to call my friend. Is it cool if I wait downstairs until she gets here?”

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever,” I mumble, pulling a pillow over my face debating on if I want to smother myself or not. My erection is dead and gone. I hear her scrambling to get dressed. I’m too damn embarrassed and ashamed to look at her or offer her a ride home.

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until I hear a car pull up and the front door opening and closing with a muffled voice coming from the parking lot. Then I see the flash of headlights hit my bedroom wall as the car leaves.

What the fuck just happened?

I’m not a perv. I don’t go around cruising for young girls to hit on. Fuck. I punch the mattress and roll out of bed. A million thoughts race through me. None of them good. None of them easing my guilt.

Shame coats my body like a second skin that I wear until I hit the bathroom and toss the wasted condom in the garbage. I turn on the shower and step in knowing that the water hasn’t had time to heat up. I don’t care. It’s my punishment. Maybe the cold will shock my sense back into my brain.

This can’t happen. I can’t think about her like that. I don’t want this but fuck me at the thought of her I go hard again.

I don’t know what that says about me or my dick.