Biker's Virgin

Bones sat up a little. “Come on, man,” he said, lowering his voice a little. “Shut this down; what’s the point in fighting amongst ourselves?”

Devon completely ignored him and continued, “I think that you want to prolong this wait. I think you don’t want to go looking for Walter Black because then this whole stakeout thing we’ve got going here would be over.”

“Why would I want to prolong it?” I demanded.

“Because you want to keep my sister here,” Devon said without missing a beat.

I felt my eyes bulge and the vein in my forehead pop with anger. I resisted the urge to ball my hands into fists. I had to resist the need to rise to his bait. I didn’t want to fight Devon because as much as I hated to admit it, Bones was right. Fighting amongst ourselves wouldn’t solve anything.

“That is—”

I was cut off by the sound of a door. A few seconds later, I heard Mila come down the stairs. After last night, we had gone into our separate rooms, and I’d spent the whole night trying to figure out what she was doing in her room. The guys had returned around four in the morning, and everyone had slept in. When I’d gone to the kitchen this morning, I noticed that Mila had come down for her breakfast, but I had probably just missed her.

This was the first time we were coming face to face since we’d slept together, and I had hoped no one else would be around.

“Hi,” she said as she stepped into the living room.

“Hi, Mila,” Bones nodded, jumping at the chance to defuse the tension between Devon and me. “How was your night?”

I could barely look at her, but a part of me really, really wanted to.

“It was fine,” she replied, after a short pause that seemed to speak volumes. “How was yours?”

“Amazing,” Bones replied. “We drove twenty miles and found this great little bar… great drinks, good music, and smoking hot women.”

I glanced at Mila, and I saw her smirk at the last part. She did look a little less animated than usual, however, and I wondered if she regretted losing her virginity to me the previous night. When I turned my face away from hers, I noticed that Devon’s eyes were trained on me.

“Hey, maybe you should join us the next time,” Bones suggested.

Mila smiled distractedly. “Seriously?”

“Why not?”

“It’s best not,” Devon said. “You’d be uncomfortable.”

“What makes you think that?” Mila asked. “I went on a ride with Zack, and I loved it.”

Devon shot me a glance. “He shouldn’t have taken you out at all,” he said. “It wasn’t safe.”

Mila opened her mouth as if to say something, but then she changed her mind about that. “Well, I think it’s my decision as to whether I go with the guys or not,” she said defiantly.

Bones smiled. “Don’t try and mollycoddle her, Devon,” he laughed. “She’s not the same scared little girl who walked into this house. Give her more credit.”

Mila gave Bones a warm smile. “I’ll join you guys the next time,” she said. “On one condition.”

“What is that?” Bones asked curiously.

“I want to ride a bike myself.”

Bones burst out laughing, and I looked at Mila in surprise. “You want to learn to ride?” I burst out before I could stop myself.

“Yes,” Mila nodded, glancing over at me. “I loved riding that night. But I was still sitting behind you the whole time. I want to be in control; I want to be able to sit at the head.”

I nodded once, and Mila smiled. “Well… I was just going to get into the training ring for a bit.”

“You training with anyone?” Bones asked.

“Red,” Mila replied. “He came in this morning, and I convinced him to go a few rounds with me.”