Biker's Virgin

“You’re welcome. Do you want to watch some television?”

“Sure,” I said, taking a seat on the couch. He sat next to me.

As he flipped through the channels, he said, “What do you like to watch?”

“I don’t watch a lot of TV. I like the history channel and the Discovery Channel, though,” I told him.

He found the Discovery channel and left it there. It was Shark Week. We watched for a while until the food came, and then Jace spread a blanket on the floor and we sat and ate off the coffee table while we watched.

“How is the chicken?” he asked

“It’s delicious, thank you.”

He smiled at me. “You’re so polite.”

I blushed again and he said, “Don’t be embarrassed, that’s a really good thing. Most people these days forget to say please and thank you. You never forget. I like that. Sometimes, though, you apologize too much.”

With a grin I said, “I’m sorry.”

He laughed.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Do your brothers know…about us? I mean that crack Ryan made at lunch last week.”

“Yes, they know,” he said. He didn’t explain how or why. I was torn between being afraid they would tell someone and being flattered that he told someone.

“You’re not worried that they’ll tell someone?”

“No, not at all. My brothers can be all kinds of annoying and sometimes belligerent, but the one thing we always have is each other’s backs. We’ve always only had each other. Ryan and Max would no sooner betray me than I would them.” That made me feel a little better, knowing he was so confident about it.

Then he said, “I’m sorry about Ryan, though. He has no tact and I know that made you uncomfortable. I’ll ask him not to say things like that again next time he sees you.”

“It’s okay. I’m honestly kind of glad you thought enough of it to tell someone about me.”

He smiled and said, “I thought more of it than I should.” We both dropped that touchy subject and finished eating. The food was delicious, and once we’d just about wiped it out, I helped him clean up. It was getting kind of late at that point, and I said, “Maybe I should take off.” I didn’t have my car.

I suppose I could have walked home, or taken the bus, but he said, “Stay just a little longer…please. I’ll take you home in a bit.”

I didn’t hesitate. “Okay.”

We sat down on the couch and began watching an old movie on television. It was in black and white and we had missed the first part so I didn’t know what it was or what was going on. I think James Cagney was in it.

“Have you ever seen this? I asked him.

He looked at the TV; he’d been looking at me. “No, not this one,” he said. “I like old movies, though.”

“Me, too,” I said. “The world seemed like a lot simpler place back then.”

He laughed. “Or harder, depending on how you look at it. We definitely have a lot more luxuries these days.”

“This is true.”

I continued watching and I was about to ask him another question when I looked over and saw his head was extended back and he was sound asleep. He looked beautiful and uncomfortable.

I got up and nudged him over so he would lie down and stretch out. Once he did that, I laid myself down next to him. I don’t know what I was thinking other than he felt damned good and I had no desire to leave him.