Biker's Virgin

I nodded. “And you like it… this lifestyle?”

Devon smiled. “It grows on you… trust me. You might find yourself liking it, too, before long.”

I smirked. “I don’t know about that. In any case, will I even have the option?”

“What do you mean?”

“I haven’t seen any women around here… and I’ve been here a week,” I pointed out.

“Oh,” Devon nodded. “Zack doesn’t really encourage us to bring our women to the clubhouse. This is mostly an estrogen-free space.”

“Apart from me.”

“Yes,” Devon smiled. “But that’s temporary.”

“You guys hope.”

Devon chuckled. “The only women that come through here are Zack’s… and they’re just passing ships. No woman ever spends more than one night with him in any case.”

I felt my hands clench a little at the subject. I didn’t want to have such a visceral reaction, but I couldn’t help the way I felt. And I couldn’t seem to keep my curiosity in check either.

“He brings home a lot of women, huh?” I asked, hoping that my tone was indifferently curious. I wondered if it was even possible to be indifferently curious. I was pretty sure that was an oxymoron.

“Usually,” Devon nodded, and then he frowned. “Actually now that I think about it, he hasn’t brought anyone over this whole week… has he?”

“I haven’t seen anyone,” I admitted.

“That’s odd,” Devon said. “He usually has a couple of girls over in any given week.”

“Geez,” I said, unable to contain my disgust. “He sounds like a pig.”

“Why?” Devon asked. “Because he’s living his life?”

“He treats women like shit,” I pointed out.

“He doesn’t,” Devon said, defending Zack. “Or at least… he doesn’t treat women any differently than he treats men.”

“So what you’re saying is he treats everyone like shit?”

Devon smiled. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“What’s his deal though?” I asked. “I mean… he’s really young compared to some of the other members I’ve met. How come he became president over older members of the club? Was it just a case of nepotism?”

“Of course not,” Devon said. “We vote in our president.”

“Really?” I asked. “So everyone chose Zack?”

“Yes,” Devon no

dded.

“Why?”

Devon smiled. “You don’t think much of him, do you?”

“I think he’s a bully,” I said, keeping the rest of my opinions about Zack to myself. “I don’t like bullies.”

“He kind of has to be a bully,” Devon said. “He has to maintain a façade of strength and power. No one respects an MC leader people can mess with. Zack was raised on this lifestyle, but when he was a teenager, he had a falling out with his father, and he left for a time. This was before I joined up, so I’ve heard this story from older members who’ve been here longer.