Biker's Virgin

I saw Tristan bite his lip, and I knew instantly what had caused his sour expression. “You haven’t told Jason yet, have you?” I asked, trying to keep the amused smile from my lips.

“Fuck,” Tristan groaned, pushing his plate away. “I’m such a coward.”

“I really don’t think you should be so worried about telling Jason about us,” I said. “I don’t think he would care.”

“Please,” Tristan said, shaking his head. “He was always so protective of you.”

“You’re reading too much into that.”

“I don’t think I am,” he said. “He hated all of your boyfriends.”

“I had only two.”

“And, he hated both of them with a passion,” he insisted. “Come to think of it, so did I.”

I smiled. “You remember my boyfriends?”

“Of course,” he nodded. “The gangly idiot with the red hair and the bulky moron with the blond hair.”

I laughed. “Joseph and Simon,” I said. “Simon was a moron, I’ll give you that, but Joseph was a sweetheart.”

“He looked at you like a piece of meat.”

“Do I sense a little jealousy?”

“You sense a lot of jealousy,” he replied, without reservation.

I smiled happily. “I was much younger during both those relationships, and Jason wasn’t inclined to like strangers right off the bat. He has known you forever.”

“Exactly,” I said. “Which means he knows my history. He knows the number of women I’ve been with, and he knows every single romantic mistake I’ve made since I started dating. He’s not going to want that guy dating his little sister.”

I pursed my lips. “Well, he doesn’t really get a say in the matter,” I insisted firmly. “We’re not asking for his permission or his blessing. We’re simply telling him what has happened. If he doesn’t like it, then tough.”

“Easy for you to say.”

I laughed. “Are you sure you won’t let me tell him?”

“No way,” Tristan said immediately. “No way; he’s going to think I’m a complete coward for hiding behind you. I’m sleeping with his sister. The least I can do is be man enough to tell him myself.”

I sighed. “Okay, suit yourself. But don’t you think you should do it soon?”

He groaned. “I’ll get around to it,” he said reluctantly. “So…I always meant to ask you, what did you see in Simon?”

I laughed. “Are you changing the subject?”

“Definitely,” Tristan nodded. “But I’m also curious.”

I shook my head at him. “Simon was…persistent,” I said. “And usually even persistence doesn’t work on me, but for some reason, I let myself be convinced. I actually think it had a lot to do with you.”

“Me?” Tristan repeated.

“You and Jason had dropped by for dinner the week before, and you were full of stories about your latest flame,” I said. “I guess I got jealous and lonely and when Simon pursued me, it made me feel better. So we dated for a couple of months, and that was that.”

“What happened there?”

“The same thing that happened with Joseph,” I said honestly. “They both wanted to take things to the next level and I… I just wasn’t ready.”

“Meaning they wanted sex.”