Biker's Virgin
“First, tell me what you and Devon discussed.” I asked curiously.
“Well, Devon mentioned that it might be a good idea for you to start fresh… somewhere far away like Chicago.”
I suppressed a sigh. “It doesn’t sound like the worst idea.”
Zack nodded. “You think you’d like it there?”
“I have no idea,” I admitted. “I’ve never been. It would certainly be a fresh start. But…”
“What?” Zack asked.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I guess I’m worried about certain things…”
“Like what?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said quickly. “Never mind.”
“Come on,” he insisted. “Tell me.”
“Well, staying here at the clubhouse with all you guys for the last few weeks….”
“Yes?”
“I don’t know… sometimes I feel like it’s changed me,” I admitted. “I don’t feel like the same girl that walked in here weeks ago.”
“You’re not.”
I smiled. “Yeah… I have to figure myself out first, and I’m worried now that… I might not fit in anywhere.”
“Are you scared that you’ve got too attached to the MC lifestyle?” Zack asked, hitting the nail on the head the first time around.
“I sound stupid, don’t I?” I said, smiling self-consciously.
“I don’t think so,” Zack said quietly.
He didn’t look at me, but I noticed his pensive expression and something about it touched me. “You know what I dreamt about last night?” I asked.
“What?”
“Motorbikes,” I admitted.
Zack smiled. “No way.”
“Yup,” I nodded. “I was on the highway riding this amazing motorbike, and nothing about that dream felt unnatural. In fact, it felt… freeing.”
“Sounds like you’ve caught the bug.”
“I’ve been on a motorbike exactly once in my entire life.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Zack replied. “I fell in love with bikes before I’d even got on one. Some things just happen naturally. Some things are just…instinctive.”
He glanced at me at that moment, and I felt a spark pass between us, and for a second it felt like we weren’t talking about motorbikes anymore. We had a connection; there was no denying it. But I had wondered if that connection was based solely on sexual tension. Now I was beginning to think that we connected on more levels, and that somehow was more terrifying. No matter how good the sex might be, it was only just a physical relationship, and some would argue that that was only surface deep.
“Zack?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you ever get lonely?”