Biker's Virgin

I paused in shock, and then I felt myself bristle defensively. “Is that honestly what you two were fighting about?”

“I told him to stay away from you,” Devon said, without mincing his words. “And he basically gave me a black eye for it.”

I cocked my head to the side. “That looks like it hurts,” I said.

“I’ve had worse,” Devon said with a shrug.

“I wish he hadn’t done this,” I said. “I wish you guys didn’t have to resort to punches for everything. I thought this was supposed to be a brotherhood.”

“Brothers fight.”

I sighed and shook my head. “I can’t believe the two of you.”

“You haven’t answered my question,” Devon pointed out.

“Because it’s none of your business,” I snapped.

“That’s what Zack said too.”

“Well, he has a point,” I said. “I’m not a child, Devon. I’m a grown woman, and what I choose to do with my body is my business. If you’re worried I was forced into something… that’s not what happened, so you can relax.”

“He’s not good for you,” Devon said. “This life… it’s not for everyone.”

“I know that,” I said. “I don’t think you have to worry about that in any case. Zack and I are both aware we don’t have a future together. After Black is found, I’m leaving, and I don’t know if I’ll ever come back.”

Devon nodded. “Ok.”

“Let me put some ice on that,” I said.

“I’m fine,” Devon assured me. “This will be great street cred for me.”

I shook my head. All men were just overgrown children at the end of the day. “Where’s Zack?” I asked.

“He went for a ride,” Devon said.

I nodded and went upstairs to shower. I had planned on spending some time in my room reading, but after my conversation with Devon, I was so wired that I could barely sit still. In the end, I went outside and walked up and away from the house towards the trees where I had had my first real conversation with Zack.

It was a perfect place to sit down and do some heavy introspection. I could see the clubhouse and the garage from my vantage point, but I was hidden from view for the most part. I sat there for almost an hour before I heard the revving of an engine, and then I watched Zack pull up outside the garage on his bike. As usual, he wasn’t wearing a helmet, but he was wearing his motorcycle jacket with the Angels’ patches and colors on them.

He cut an impressive figure, and I couldn’t help but admire his large and intimidating form. I wasn’t sure if he saw me or if the need for solitude was what pulled him towards the trees, but after he had put his bike away, he started walking in my direction.

“Enjoyed your ride?” I asked, alerting him to my presence as he came up along the slight hill.

He looked up and gave me a small smile. “I did actually.”

I could tell that he didn’t have a scratch on him. “So… Devon didn’t even manage to land a punch, huh?”

Zack looked at me pointedly, realizing that I had seen and spoken to Devon. “He was an idiot to think he could take me. Just so you know, I tried to stop the argument in its tracks. He just wouldn’t let it go.”

“You could have still walked away,” I said as he came closer. “You didn’t have to hit him.”

“When he’s asking for it… I do.”

“Still an asshole.”

“Get used to it,” Zack replied.

I sighed. “He’s only looking out for me,” I said.