Biker's Virgin

“Tony?”

“Spending the weekend with his kids.”

“Devon?”

“He’s on the ride with the boys.”

She seemed to realize at that moment that the two of us were completely alone together. I knew she was about to head back to her room.

“I don’t bite, you know,” I said, hoping that would bait her into staying.

She raised her eyebrows. “I know.”

“I’m just saying… in case you were scared to be alone with me.”

“I’m not scared of you… period,” she snapped back, with fire in her eyes. “I’m not scared of you, and I’m not scared of the fucking life you live.”

She had taken the bait, and I had to fight back a smile. “Sorry… I just like to call it like I see it.”

She stormed down the steps and sat down opposite me. “If I were so fucking scared, I wouldn’t be here, ok? I would have run a long time ago.”

I smiled, and that caught her off guard a little. “What?” she demanded.

I shrugged. “Nothing, it’s just that you sounded a little like one of us just then.”

Her eyes went wide for a moment, and I saw a fleeting flash of panic set in her eyes. Just as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanished leaving behind a certain amount of bracing calm.

“Where do you guys go when you ride together?” Mila asked.

“Wherever,” I said. “Doesn’t really matter. The point is simply to ride. We usually find a nice little watering hole somewhere to sit down, grab a couple of beers… meet a couple of women.”

“Is that what you do, too?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Mila looked down for a moment. “How many women have you been with?” she asked, out of the blue.

I raised my eyebrows, not having expected that question. But Mila didn’t look like she was taking it back. It was clear she still wanted an answer. I wasn’t exactly sure where this was going, but I knew I had to be honest.

“More than I can count,” I replied. “I lost track a long time ago.”

“And it never gets… empty?” she asked.

“Why should it?” I countered. “Sex with strangers isn’t something that ever gets old. There are no strings, no unnecessary commitments, and no responsibilities. You meet, you fuck, and then you forget. It’s simple, it’s easy, and I would even call it poetic.”

“Did you say poetic?” Mila asked. “Or pathetic.”

I narrowed my eyes

at her. I could see her expression clearly now. She was looking for a fight, and I was rising to her bait just like she had risen to mine a few moments ago. She was frustrated about something, and she wanted to let off a little steam. I recognized the feeling. I felt it too a lot of the time.

“What’s pathetic about it?” I asked.

“You’re a grown man who is terrified of his feelings.”

“I’m actually very aware of my feelings.”

“Bullshit,” Mila said immediately. “You have no clue.” Mila rolled her eyes. “I’ve been here for six weeks now,” she pointed out. “I haven’t seen or heard of you bringing home a woman even once since I’ve arrived.”