Biker's Virgin

“Molly and I were never friends,” I said, hoping that Gregory would drop his line of questioning. “I mean, she was my best friend’s little sister. She was a child when we first met.”

“She’s certainly not a child anymore,” he observed, as his eyes fell towards the pool. I realized he was staring directly at Molly.

I resisted the urge to ball my hands into fists. I pushed back the impulse and glanced over at the pool indifferently. Molly had emerged again. She was lying back on her lounge chair and enjoying the evening sun. My eyes lingered on her slim thighs, her flat stomach, and the fullness of her breasts. I hated the fact that Gregory was staring at her with obvious lust in his eyes, so I tried to distract him so that his attention would be focused on me.

“I think you need to find yourself a girlfriend, Gregory,” I said, forcing my voice into a teasing tone. “It sounds like you’re hard up.”

He laughed. “Maybe I am,” he said. “It’s been a few months since I last had sex.”

“Really?”

“Well, it’s been a few months since I had really, really good sex,” he clarified.

“I’m sure you’ll find some really good brothels in the city,” I teased.

Gregory shot me a look. “Please, I don’t need to pay for it. Women are more than willing to sleep with me for free.”

“Are these women blind or just desperate?”

“You can be an evil little shit; you know that?”

I laughed, satisfied that he was looking at me now, rather than Molly. “I’ve been told.”

“Was she always this beautiful?”

“Who?” I asked, pretending as though I wasn’t still thinking of Molly.

“Molly.”

“Oh…uh… I’ve never noticed.”

“Oh?” he asked, with a mocking smile that called my bluff.

“She was fourteen when I first met her,” I said. “I was eighteen. That may not be much of an age difference now, but when you’re in your teens, it’s huge. She was just a child to me. She was sweet, polite, and helpful, but she was only ever a child to me.”

Even as I said the words, I remembered that kiss we had shared too long ago. I was only half lying to Gregory. The truth was that at the beginning, I had really seen Molly as nothing more than a little girl. But over the years that had changed.

I remember the moment our dynamic

had shifted. Jason and I had just completed our sophomore year, and we were taking a road trip with a few friends. Since Jason’s parents’ house was on the way, we stopped over for a night to catch up with them.

After a chat with his parents, Jason had gone upstairs to his room to shower, and I decided to take a walk in the Sinclairs’ massive garden that overlooked a cornfield. I was staring out at the cornfield, when I noticed a silhouette in the distance, in the perfect shape of a woman. As the woman approached, I saw the subtle yet gorgeous curves, the windfall of golden hair, the seductive blue eyes, and the ghost of a smile on her lips.

“Hello, Tristan,” Molly greeted me as she approached.

“Molly?” I had balked at how different she looked. In the past year alone, she had transformed from a skinny and awkward young girl into a classic beauty with all the grace of a woman.

“It’s nice to see you again,” she said, without any trace of the shyness that I remembered about her. I had felt my body respond to hers when she came forward to hug me.

Horrified at my reaction to her touch, I had excused myself quickly and headed to the guest bedroom. In the end, I was forced to take a cold shower in order to calm myself down. The whole time, I repeated the same refrain in my head. “She’s Jason’s sister. She’s Jason’s sister. She’s Jason’s sister.”

After that one moment, however, I had never looked at Molly Sinclair in the same way again. She had become something different to me—the forbidden fruit that was forever out of my reach.

Chapter Ten

Molly

I was lying in bed, watching the storm rage on outside the resort. My view gave me maximum exposure, making me feel like I was in the thick of it, except that I remained warm, dry, and extremely comfortable. I could see the terrifying threads of lightning zigzag through the sky, and seconds later, great peals of thunder echoed across the ocean like some deadly creature from a mythical world.