Chapter 6

It's now ten that night, and I'm standing in front of Grim's, which is what they named their bar. I was feeling nervous, only because I was going to be partying with my soon-to-be coworkers once I started my job tomorrow.

I never mixed business with pleasure before, and I have to admit, it is definitely under the category of fun.

Once I got my new pet fed with a few ham slices, I made him a litter box out of a leftover box that the previous tendent left behind, promised it I would go to the pet store as soon as I could, and went to take a shower.

I wanted to make a good first impression and never really being in a biker bar, I had no idea what to wear. I have read books about motorcycle clubs and know they dress a little on the wild side, not to mention what the women were wearing at the clubhouse.

I didn't exactly want to wear something so revealing, I don't want my tits popping out and my ass cheeks to be hanging out, but I also didn't want my outfit to scream hey she doesn't belong here.

I wanted to fit in, not be cast out.

I spent the next thirty minutes throwing clothing out of my suitcase, accidentally tossing one of my shirts onto my new kitten in the search for something that said, sexy but also reserved.

That sounded like a good mixture of what I needed to go for tonight. I settled on a pair of blue jeans shorts and a tank top, pink with a little bow just above my breast. It is sexy and it also said, "I'm a good girl and not here to do drugs."

I jumped in the shower, made sure my legs were shaved, made damn sure my legs were shaved because I didn't want to be walking around with hairy spots, that would be too embarrassing

I'd have to quit my job before I started. I washed my body twice, making sure I smelled amazing like my strawberry cucumber body wash did, and washed my hair.

I normally wear my hair up in a ponytail, but tonight I decided to just let my mane flow, really that's exactly what I call it. My mane. It's thick, long, and sometimes not tamable, just like a lion.

I was a bridesmaid for one of my old friends. She had all of our hair curled for the event, and by the time the wedding actually started, those curls were falling out of my hair.

Paul wanted me to cut it, often bringing up the subject, but I got my wild hair from my momma, and it always made me feel close to her, so I refused.

I hear the loud rock music once again blasting through the door from the inside, and this time, I don't knock. I open the door, stroll inside, and look around.

Bikers everywhere.

Women dressed in barely anything everywhere.

Everyone was laughing, drinking, and dancing. They were all just having a good time, living wild and free, as Heather said.

I sucked in a deep breath and headed towards the bar. I'll need some liquid courage for this.

“Hello, I'd like a bloody Mary,” I told the man standing behind the counter and turned around and noticed a biker had a woman pressed up against the wall, his hand under her skirt.

Goodness.

Definitely living wild.

“Coming up gorgeous,” the man responded, and a few minutes later, he was sliding my bloody Mary in front of me.

“Just start my tab,” I informed him, picked up my drink, and took a hearty sip, already filling the courage filling my body.

Tonight is certainly going to be fun.

Around an hour later, I was now on my third bloody mary. I played pool with a man named Nitro. He was a little flirty, and I'll admit, in my tipsy state, I flirted back a little.

I was also relieved to see him kissing up on another woman a few minutes later. I didn't want to start anything with a coworker. Job drama wasn't exactly the type of fun I was looking for.

I was happily sipping down my delicious spicy drink and chewing on the okra when I heard a sexy growling voice on my right.

“You haven't been in here before,” he declared, a statement, a fact.

“No,” I responded and allowed my eyes to appreciate the handsome man standing in front of me.

He was wearing dark blue jeans, a plain white shirt, and a black vest, and I'll admit I'm a little past tipsy and couldn't exactly read what the front part said. He has light stubble on his cheeks and chin, the greenest eyes I have ever seen, and gorgeous midnight black hair.

He was breathtaking.

I have never seen a man who looked this good, and immediately, I felt something below starting to pulse with need as I continued to stare into his stunning eyes.

Tonight will definitely be fun now.

“Why?” He asked, curiously looking down at me.

“Why?”

“Yes babe. Why?”

“Um,” I tried to explain, I have never been here before because I am actually new to town, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he stepped closer and his scent made me choke on my words.

The man not only looked fucking hot, but he smelt freaking delicious. Motor oil, musk, and a hint of something spicy.

“Why?” He repeated his question, a smirk forming on his lips.

“I'm new to town,” I informed him.

“Yeah?”

“Um yeah,”

“When did you get into town, beautiful?” He asked, and I swear to God, hearing this man, this gorgeous male specimen call me beautiful, I almost fainted.

My legs turned to jelly.

My heart raced.

My cheeks became warm, and I knew I was blushing.

Not to mention, that pulse between my legs turned it up a notch and caused me to close my thighs together.

“A few days ago,” I whispered.

Jesus, Riley, calm down. It's just a man. You have flirted with plenty of random men throughout the past few weeks, hell, you even flirted with Nitro over there.

“Why?” He demanded to know and took a sit beside me, turned his barstool towards me and waited for me to answer.

“Why?” I asked, confused. Why did he need to know? What was up with all these questions? I just want to flirt.

“What made you move here?”

“My dad passed away, and I wanted a fresh start,” I immediately answered, mentally slapping myself for telling him my sad life story, well, part of it anyway.

“Sorry about your pops” he whispered.

“Pops?”

“Your old man,”

“Huh?” I looked up at him, thinking maybe I should stop ordering drinks because he wasn't making sense. “He wasn't old-” I started defending my daddy.

“Your dad babe.” He cut me off and informed me gently.

“Ah, thank you,” I murmured, and I guess I was just taught my first biker slang word. “It was weeks ago.” I added so that he didn't feel sorry for me. I wasn't hear looking for pity, I was here to have fun and meet new people in my new town.

We stopped with the small talk, I played another round of pool, this time my mystery man beat me. I danced, my body pressed against his and my ass pushing back against his dick, causing him to grab my hips only to grind me harder back against him.

We did a few rounds of shots. The men and women walking up to us randomly. The men pounding him on his back, and the women grinning and trying to flirt. While I was passed drunk now and not really paying attention to what the men were saying when they patted him on the back.

I did happily notice that even though the women were rudely trying to flirt with him, even though they clearly saw he was mine for the night, and was next to him, his eyes never left me.

And I liked it.

I liked it a hell of a lot.

“Want to get out of here, babe?” He asked me two hours later, smirked, and I felt his finger sliding across my bottom lip.

“Yes,” I whispered because I really, really wanted to get out of here with my mystery man.

Either he was scared I'd change my mind or someone would come up and interrupt us, like they had been doing all night. As soon as that one word left my mouth, I found myself pulled against his body and being led out the door.

“Later,” he looked back, hollered before opening the door.

“Wait, I have to pay for my tab,” I rushed out and tried to pull myself out of his arms so that I could hurry and get it paid up.

“No need babe. Covered,” he growled and pulled me up against his, my stomach pressed against his as he slammed his mouth down on mine.

I was so shocked by the sudden movement. The fact that he, this man, my gorgeous mystery, was kissing me. I didn't notice he was trying to push his tongue into my mouth until he roughly ordered. “Open,”

I did as I was told and slowly opened my mouth, and he took full advantage. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and swirled our tongues together. His mouth tasting of toothpaste and beer and the fact that he was a good kisser had me pushing up against him, kissing him back and wrapping my arms around his neck wanting more.

He slowly pulled back, eyes blazing with need as he grinned down at me. “We can go now.”

“Okay,” I murmured as he began marching us towards a motorcycle, and I started to feel nervous. I haven't been on a back of a bite since I was a child.

My daddy would love to see this.

I wish he was here to see this.

I was definitely about to go on a little adventure and I couldn't wait to see where it took me.

“Ever been on one, babe?” He asked, pulled a second helmet out of the saddlebag, gently placed it on top of my head and buckled it under my chin.

“Um, when I was a kid,” I informed him, raised my hands and double-checked to make sure the helmet was secure.

He smiled, swung his leg over the gorgeous black and red bike before turning his head, that grin back on his face, and ordered. “Hop on gorgeous.”

“Um, I don't remember-” I said, panicking.

“Babe climb on.” He ordered again while keeping his eyes on me.

“But,”

“Babe, climb the fuck on. Yeah?” He growled and looked like he was about ready to pull me on the bike if I didn't get my ass on it.

“Uh yeah” I replied for one reason and that reason was that growl of his seriously turned me the hell on and made my panties wet.

Raising my right leg, I swung it over the bike, careful not to kick my mystery man, and did exactly as I was told and climbed the fuck on.

“Hold on to me.” He ordered and started the bike. The harsh vibration doing something between my legs, forcing me to bite my lip to stop the moan that was threatening to come out.

Goodness, I have never been so turned on in my life. I have zero control over my own body right now.

“What?” I asked, not thinking I should touch him right now, I may actually cum before he even touches me.

“Babe I'm ready to get you back to my place. Legs spread apart, and I want to fucking taste that pussy to see if it tastes as good as that mouth of yours. Hold the fuck on to me.” He shouted over the roar of his bike. “Only so much a man can take.”

“Okay,” I whispered and wrapped my arms around his belly, squeezed tight and laid my head against his back.

The drive wasn't long, maybe ten minutes, but in those ten minutes, I had the most fun I ever had in my life. On the back of his bike, my arms wrapped around my mystery man and feeling the wind in my hair.

God, it felt freeing, so fucking freeing.

When he finally parked his Harley in front of a house, I was nearly about to burst.

Something about this man made me want more.

As he helped me off his bike, I looked around the house and smiled. It was nice, but you could definitely tell a single man lived here, no flowers, no pretty little yard signs, not even a mat in front of the door.

“Nice place.” I informed him before playfully yelling when he picked me up into his arms, unlocked his front door and carried me inside.

“It is now.” He growled and smashed his lips against mine and pressed my back against the wall.

I had plenty of one-night stands over the past week, but this? It didn't feel like one. The way he was looking at me, the way he was kissing me. It felt like it maybe could be more.

He carried us into his bedroom and kicked the door closed, and as soon as the door closed, I took charge. Something came over me, and that something demanded I receive the pleasure that I hadn't gotten in so long.

I unbuckled his pants, pushed him against the wall, and sucked his dick into my mouth. Paul never liked when I would try to suck his dick, he said it felt weird. I had zero experience, but the snarls, moans, and the fact that he wrapped his fingers inside my hair told me I was pretty decent at sucking dick.

“Such a greedy cunt” he growled.

Once he finished inside my mouth, he jerked me off my knees, backed me up against the bed, and pushed me down. He told me it was his turn to play, and play he freaking did. It's a good thing that I hate hair down there and shaved before going out because he didn't even wait for me to comprehend what he was going to do.

He moved my dress up my waist, split, yes I said split my panties off and shoved his mouth between my thighs and continued to play with me until my legs became jelly, and I came on his tongue the hardest that I ever came in my life.

“Your beautiful pussy tastes just like I imagined, babe,” he whispered.

It felt freaking amazing.

My body hummed with satisfaction.

We continued to play throughout the night, in various sexual positions that I never even thought I'd like. He fucked me like an animal in doggy style, his groans, and my screams of pleasure echoing around the room, and fucked me slowly while I was on top of him in reverse cowgirl. Once we were done, it took a while for my body to calm down, from the fire dancing around my skin to finally subside. When it did, and I was close to falling asleep with my head on his chest thinking maybe this was going to turn into a wonderful adventure, he ruined it.

“Time to go, babe. I'll call you a taxi.” He whispered sleepy.

He was kicking me out.

“What?” I asked shocked after the few hours we just spent together that he was actually doing this. It was nearly four in the morning, and he was kicking me out.

“You want another round, I'll be at the bar tomorrow night,” he informed me sat up, forced my head off his chest and further informed me. “That pussy is sweet, babe. Taste just like you look. Greedy too. Fuck, I never had a pussy so greedy for my cock before.”

Wow.

I can't believe him right now.

“Um,” I whispered, began to climb out his bed, feeling embarrassed and a little mad at myself. I didn't understand my feelings, I knew this was supposed to be fun, but why did that fun now feel like pain and it wasn't much fun.

It hurt that he was kicking me out.

“Babe it's been a long day, you just drained my balls dry with that greedy cunt, and now I'm half asleep. Time to go on home.” He said, and pulled out his phone. “I'll tell the taxi driver you are waiting on the porch. Lock the door would you, gorgeous.”

Lock the doors?

Waiting on the porch?

This really was a mistake, and not the fun kind.

“Come back to the bar tomorrow night. I want another round with that sweet pussy.” He ordered, and I couldn't stop the anger that coursed through my blood.

“I won't be there.” I informed him harshly and headed towards the door.

“We both know you will. You came so hard on my dick, it was like you never came before in your life. You know you want another round," he informed and smirked.

Such a fucking asshole.

I can't believe I started to think something else could be between us.

“I won't be there.” I repeated, opened his bedroom door, walked out with my clothes in my hands and the last thing I heard before I headed down the hallway was him saying “You're loss babe.”

Yeah, definitely not.

Fuck you asshole.

I hope I never see you again.

I quickly dressed, and walked out the front door and no, I didn't lock it.