The Biker's Cherry (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 8)
Chapter Two
I hit the bar for another beer, sliding in next to the blonde with great legs who has been giving me mixed signals the past hour. Fuck she’s hot. Got a pretty tan. Gorgeous smile. Beautiful green eyes with thick lashes. But those legs. This night goes my way they’ll be wrapped around me by the end of the night.
“I’ll take another,” I put my empty on the bar, “and whatever she wants.” I nod toward her.
Red stains her cheeks. It’s cute.
The bartender waits for her order. “Oh, um another amaretto sour.”
The bartender shoves off to get our drinks.
“I’m Navarro. My friends call me Nav.” I press a hip to the bar between her stool and the one behind me angling closer to her.
“Tonya.”
“Tonya. Pretty name for a beautiful woman. Don’t think I’ve ever been with a Tonya before.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” She licks her lips.
Shit, yeah. “How old are you?”
“Old enough. I’ll be a senior this coming fall.”
“Fuck. You aren’t twenty-one?”
“Close enough. I’m two weeks from my birthday, I swear it.” She shoots me a smile that goes straight to my dick.
Fuck. Heard that before. I learned my fucking lesson when Link’s niece started flirting with me and the brother nearly decked me for even speaking to her. She’s a pretty little thing but not worth getting my dick cut off or doing time over.
She leans in close, her tits pressing against my arm. “It can be our secret.” Her sweet perfume hits my senses. She smells like candy, and I wonder if her lips taste just as sweet
I pay for our drinks and watch her sweet lips wrap around the straw in her drink and suck, thinking they’d look good muffled by my dick.
“Seriously though. I’m gonna need to see your ID.”
“What?”
“Prove you’re legal.”
“What’s your deal? You a cop or some type of pervert?”
I chuckle. “Neither. Just don’t want no trouble or misunderstandings.”
“You really want to see it?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
“You’re just going to have to trust me if you plan to see me naked.” She winks.
“You want to get out of here?” I down my beer as she bites her lip. I’m a little drunk and a lot horny.
“I’m game. Just let me tell my friend.”
“I’ll meet you outside at my bike.”
“A motorcycle man.” She grins.
Best thing I ever did was fix up my ol’ man’s motorcycle. Only thing he ever gave me that was worth a damn. I shoot my buddy a nod toward the door letting him know I’m out. JB should have his ass at home where it belongs with his ol’ lady and his kids. Heather rides his ass though and he gets pissed and takes off until they both cool down. They got started too damn young. Got in a hurry to grow up. Knocked Heather up our junior year, but I will say one thing for JB, he’s stuck by her. Even if she is a bitch most the time.
Fucker swore after the first kid that was it, but hell that was ten years ago and they have four and another on the way. Four girls, hoping the fifth will be a boy.
I hit the parking lot and do a scan before climbing on my Harley Davidson Low Rider. Cops tend to hang out at the gas station across the street stuffing their bellies with cheap donuts and shitty coffee hoping to grab someone leaving the bar for a DUI. Either that or they are getting head from one of the girls that works the motel down the street. Starlight isn’t known for luxury. Place is known to be pay by the hour and off the books. Not the best neighborhood. Makes me wonder what a pretty thing like Tonya is doing in a dump like Wild Ace’s Pool Hall. I only come for the cheap beer and to hang with JB on the count of his Uncle Nick owning the joint and of Heather being barred from entering after fighting with a chick she thought he was cheating on her with. Did three thousand dollars in damages.