The Biker's Virgin (Satan's Beasts MC Nomad Chapter 1)

“You don’t have to fear me,” he said.

“Who are you?”

“How about you tell me your name?”

“I … er … I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said. “I don’t know you. You’re not from around here.”

“Does it really matter? That fuckface was from around here and it looked to me like he was going to rape you. No one came to your defense. No one is around. You’re all on your own.”

“I know,” she said, heat filling her cheeks. She was alone. Always alone. Even her mother and sister thought she was a weird one. She never really fit in.

The men grabbed Dave and marched him away, leaving her alone with Colonel.

“I could have hurt you, but I didn’t. Why don’t you give me a chance here, pretty girl, and tell me your name? I’m not going to hurt you.”

He hadn’t hurt her and it seemed rude not to tell him her name.

“I’m Piper Dawes,” she said, holding her hand out, hoping she wasn’t offering the devil her soul.

****

Colonel wanted a drink. A strong one. The bar had been too much of a temptation for him to deny himself. The last thing he’d expected to find was a woman in need of his help, but that was what he’d discovered.

Piper.

She held her hand out for him to shake.

She was pretty. No, scratch that, sexy as hell. He had a thing for a woman with curves. There was nothing better than sinking into a willing woman who wanted your cock. He loved a good pair of thighs spread out around him, as well as a nice pair of tits bouncing in front of him as he fucked her hard.

Damn. Now all he wanted to do was fuck this woman with the amazing raven hair, but he didn’t. “Pleasure to meet you. The name’s Colonel.”

“Hello,” she said. “Thank you for what you did.”

“Men need to be put in their place. When a woman says no, she means it. It doesn’t give anyone the right to do anything else regardless.”

“Dave just likes to think … you know what, it doesn’t matter.”

“His name’s Dave?”

“Yeah.” She nibbled on her lip. “You’re not going to hurt him, are you?”

“Nah, but I’m starting to wonder why you’d want to protect him.”

“I don’t.”

“What were you going to say then?” he asked.

“It’s nothing. I need to get back inside.” She hesitated at the door. “Er, if you’d like to come inside, I’ll buy you a drink.” She looked nervous.

“Thanks, darlin’,” he said.

She went to the door but stopped. “Really, thank you.”

He winked at her and watched her leave, just as Ape and Skull approached him.

“Are we staying or going?” Skull asked.

“Boys want a drink and a place to crash,” Ape said. “After two weeks on the road, they want pussy, food, and to just relax.”

“Then we’ve found the place. You can have any woman you want, that wants you, but Piper’s mine,” Colonel said, heading toward the front door. A drunken couple spilled out of the doors. One look at the bikers and they tried to scurry off, afraid.

Good. He liked it when people were afraid of him. It kept them far away and he’d stopped in his fair share of towns where people thought they could hurt him and his men. Not today. He wasn’t in the fucking mood for playing. All he wanted was some good food, a drink, and a nice, willing woman to fuck.

Entering the bar, the silence—apart from the music playing in the background—was deafening. He didn’t care. Being president of the Satan’s Beasts MC, Nomad Chapter, he was used to sticking out like a sore thumb. In fact, he rather liked it. When no one reacted to him, it was because they had bigger problems in town.

This town clearly didn’t have their own MC, and for that, he was more than happy.

Spotting Piper at the bar, he left his men to fend for themselves. They knew the rules. He had their back and they had his, always. Ape, his VP, always had his back and often refrained from actually having fun so Colonel could party. Not tonight. “Go find something else to do.”

For a woman who was attacked, she didn’t look badly affected by it. She stood behind the bar, offering a forced smile, and she didn’t seem to have any outward appearance of being scared. He found that interesting. Why wasn’t she afraid? Most women would have still been in a state of shock.

He took a seat at the bar, ignoring the curious stares as he watched Piper.

After she served an old man, she came toward him. “Do you want that drink?” she asked.

“You could say that.”

“What can I get you?”

He pointed at one of the cool beers. “How about some company?”

She grabbed the beer, pulled off the cap, and handed it to him.