Chapter Two –Warren
She didn’t belong.
That much was clear from the scowl on her face and the crying mess of a woman in a hideous pink dress beside her. Though her friend in the loud dress was a bit distracting, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
The blazing red hair on her head was a beacon, and I followed her with my eyes from the entrance to the bar. She hovered protectively over her friend. It seemed she only sat once she’d surveyed the surrounding area and deemed it secure.
I liked that. Clearly she wasn’t here to ride a biker like the rest of the women.
I knew most of the other women by face. I didn’t need to know their names. They were here for one thing.
Pinky looked a lot like a good girl. Innocent and untouched by life, but Red looked tough. Which shouldn’t have piqued my interest.
Tough girls and slutty girls were a dime a dozen in this bar, but to be tough and standing loyally beside an innocent, well, that was the beginning of a good story to tell. I could tell these two were good friends and I wondered just what in the hell were they doing in a biker bar. Especially considering this bar wasn’t known for its prices on whiskey.
This bar clearly stated what it was: a Bandit hangout.
The MC owned and operated the bar, as well as a shit ton other properties in town, which the townies knew of and tried to steer clear of. This place didn’t look like a goddamn Applebee’s. Everything about it shouted biker bar, from the line of bikes outside to the men in vests drinking with women on their laps.
If anything, Pinky should have been shaking in her frills and Red should have taken her somewhere else. Yet there they sat at the bar, drinking like they weren’t getting curious glances from the rest of the club and like this was your normal Friday night. Maybe they wanted to have a little fun.
I wasn’t into damsels in distress, but knew I would love to take Red for a ride. I could find someone for her friend. It wouldn’t be the first time someone walked into our bar looking to try something new for the night and forget their real life. And they wouldn’t be the last. Whatever Red was looking for, I could give it to her. All she had to do was tell me; I would even make her ask.
I slid to the bar stool next to Red, making my presence known by sliding my leg against her thigh. Not enough to be perverted, but enough for her to know she had company and from the moment she opened her mouth she was a ball of fire. I couldn’t recall the last time someone told me to go away. It would have pushed a lesser man away. Instead, it pulled me in.
Red had smooth, pale skin and deep, brown eyes that were trying to figure me out. I could practically hear her gears turning, but I didn’t miss the ways her eyes traced up and down me. Despite the drink in her hand and the good time she seemed to be having, tension sat in the corner of her eye and body.
“What’s eating you?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
That was a bold-faced lie if I ever heard it, but I took it. She didn’t trust me. Which I got. She didn’t know me from Adam. She watched Jerry take Brittany’s place like it was the most interesting thing in the world. It wasn’t that interesting or hard to get: Brittany was a vest groupie. She got paid to man the bar as much as she got paid to entertain our guests. Only difference was it was always her choice. She clearly found something she liked.
I decided to keep trying with Red. “And your friend?”
“She’s fine too.”
She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips together. Even thinned like that, her mouth looked sensual.
“Right, because being fine means sitting at a biker bar, drinking and crying,” I said as Jerry poured me a drink. I hadn’t meant to snap, but really there was only so much I could take. Most women liked when you asked them about their problems. They wanted someone to listen.
She sighed heavily, obviously still annoyed, but not as hostile as before. “Okay. You’re right. Everything is not fine.”
That was my in, and I wasn’t planning to let her out of here without, at the very least, her number.
“Want to talk about it?”
Her brows scrunched together and her mouth turned down in a frown. I quickly realized my mistake. She wanted to do anything but talk about it. Some women came to be found and others came to get away. It was clear which category Red fell into. She didn’t want someone to just notice her and validate her existence. She wanted someone to take her mind off whatever had her stressed.
“No.”
“Well, what do you want?”
“To drink,” she said with a little smirk.
I could see she was trying to take the easy way out, but that was a lie. She and her toasted friend could have gotten drinks anywhere. They chose to come here. Which said a lot, whether they wanted to admit it or not. “Okay. Tell you what: I’ll play you for it. If you win a game of pool against me, I’ll buy you and your friend drinks for the rest of the night.”
Her eyes glinted with irritation as much as interest. “And if I lose?”
I would have thought that was obvious. “You have to spend the night with me.”
She laughed, a real laugh with tickling brass that she didn’t try to hold in before shaking her head. “Drinking isn’t enough to risk that. Sorry.”
So she had come her for a risk, but didn’t want to play her hand to high. I could work with that. She just needed to show me how high a bid she was willing to make. I turned, completely facing her to let her know she had my full attention. “Ok. What do you want?”
She thought for a moment before saying, “I want to ride on your bike?”
That was it? I guzzled down my drink, ready to take on the challenge. Taking her for a ride was easy. What might come after was harder and I was willing to bet high and win big. She watched me swallow with lust in her eyes.
“Deal.”
I hadn’t expected the chance for more, but fate smiled favorably on me. I smiled at her while she racked the balls into the blackened triangle.
“I’ll break,” I offered, stepping up with my stick in hand.
She mirrored me, chalking the end of her pool stick with confidence. I wondered if she knew how to play, and part of me hoped she did. It would make winning that much sweeter.
The balls separated with a loud crack and spun into various directions. “Solids.”
Two solids fell into the hole, and I positioned myself to sink two more before it was her turn.
She bent over the table, the top of her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she shot straight, pushing one stripe into the right pocket. Her ass curved deliciously over the table as she leaned a little further to reach a ball.
I liked all the curves. Her ass, her curvy thighs, and her breasts were more than a handful. I wanted to grip every part and leave a handprint, if I could. I knew for sure she wouldn’t break if I decided to take her hard and fast. All that pale skin and candy-apple red hair made me want to take a bite of her and see if she tasted as sweet as she looked.
"So, tell me, Red, what's your name?"
"Why don't we just stick with Red." She wasn’t asking, but I had no problem with the solution. One less name to struggle to remember in the morning.
I smiled at her. Red. I could live with that. My standards for women tended to deal with more physical attributes than personality. She was more beautiful than anyone in the bar, and then some. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had captured my interest when I didn't already have my cock in her.
“Red it is,” I said, shooting another ball easily. “Can I at least get your friends name?”
“Daniella,” she slurred from the corner where she sat on the stool, slumped against the wall.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, tipping my imaginary hat. “Warren.”
“Nice to meet you,” Red said, fluttering her eyelashes.
I scratched my next shot on purpose, just to give us more time together. “So, where you two from?”
“A shitty wedding.”
She said it like a punch line from a joke, and I laughed.
“I’m not kidding,” she said, sitting on the table and leaning for her shot with uncertainty.
“Want some help?” I walked behind her, ready to help without her asking. I was shameless in looking for a reason to feel her up. She’d already been tempting me, shaking her little body, rubbing against me as she passed by, and I knew it was time she got a taste of her own medicine.
“Who said I wanted your help,” she practically purred, rubbing against my body. I knew she wouldn’t complain. “What if I wanted some help from one of your brothers,” she said, glancing around the room. So she knew our terminology. I wondered if she actually knew something about it or was convinced everything she read in romance novels and saw on Sons of Anarchy was true. I was just glad she hadn’t called us a motorcycle gang.
I grabbed her hips possessively. Although the room was full of my brothers, they were all busy at the bottom of their drinks or in between cleavage; the idea that she’d rub against anyone but me didn’t sit too well.
“Is that right?”
“Maybe.” She shrugged, smirking mischievously before bending over the table. Her ass sat in front of me, plump and begging for a spanking. She looked over her shoulder at me, her red hair obscuring her eye a little. “You going to help me or stand there all night staring?”
I didn’t need another invitation. My crotch rested in the crack of her ass perfectly as I covered her back and aligned arm for arm and hand for hand. “Don’t close one eye. You need both to see clearly.”
“Ok,” she whispered, shuddering under me.
“Which ball do you want?”
“Ten.”
“Line it up,” I said, guiding her arm as she held the stick firmly and angled it behind the cue to push her ball into the corner pocket.
“You ready?” I breathed.
She nodded.
“Do it.”
She didn’t hesitate, and the ball cracked with so much force, as if a physical representation of all the sexual tension between us, before it landed perfectly into the hole.
“Thank you,” she said, pushing back against me until I stood up straight. “Mind doing that three more times?” she joked.
“I don’t think so, little lady.” I couldn’t help her too much. I fully intended to kick her pretty little ass, and then ride it.
“Oh, well,” she said sighing. “You never know. You might get lucky, even if you lose.”
I laughed. “I’d rather not take that chance,” I said as I sunk my last two balls before lining up to hit the eight ball. I looked her over, checking her state before offering. She was drunk, but not all over the place. She was clearly in control of her faculties and could make her own decisions without regretting them. Unlike her friend, who was snoring softly against the wall. “You want a last one before we bounce?” I didn’t mind rubbing it in her face; she was taking it in stride.
“Nope. Go ahead.”
“Left corner pocket,” I called it out before hitting the ball. It fell without a hitch, exactly where I called it, and instead of being angry or annoyed, she laughed and walked away.
“Where you going?”
“To get my friend,” she said, helping Daniella stand. She was clearly four sheets to the wind. She continued to explain, “I’ve got to get her in a cab because I already have a ride,” she said, sliding her hand under Daniella’s arms. “With you.”
“And here I was thinking you were going to try to skip out.”
She giggled. “I don’t think so. I’m a big girl. I’ll take the consequences.”
“I’ll still let you ride my bike,” I said, but added, “As long as I drive,” when I saw the gleam in her eyes.
I stepped up, helping Red with her friend’s weight, and once Daniella was safely in a cab, I paid the cab as Red gave the driver her address. I overheard her friend rambling.
“Night, Ally.”
She kissed her forehead before pulling away. “Night, you. Sleep well.”
I wondered if Ally was her real name or a nickname. I bet it was a nickname, and if it was, I wondered what it stood for.
“Then there were two,” she said turning to me as the cab pulled away.
“Don’t worry, babe,” I said taking her hand with a smirk. “You’re about to take one hell of a ride.”
She tried to appear calm, though I could see apprehension in her eyes.
“Ever rode before?” I asked as we stood before my bike. I didn’t have an extra helmet so I handed mine to her.
She shook her head no. “Ok. There’s only two rules.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “Do everything I say,” I said, checking the helmet straps were on correctly and tightly before climbing onto my bike. She straddled my back, sliding down until her thighs were right under mine.
“And the second one?” She had to scream over the growling of my bike.
“Hold on,” I commanded as I kicked up the kickstand and gunned away from the bar onto the open road.
Her arms tightened around my waist and I worried she was afraid before I heard her giggling in my ear.
“Wahoo!” she screamed into the night in exhilaration. I could understand. I could remember the first time I rode my own bike and that feeling, like I just conquered the world and like nothing bad could ever happen to me, bubbled up every time I climbed back on. There was nothing like it.
I’d had countless women ride behind me on my bike, but Red was the first to appreciate it for it was. I could feel it in the breath on my neck and the way she tucked into me for comfort, not in fear – she was experiencing it the same way I was. It was quickening her blood. She was actually having fun. I could tell by her laughter in my ear and the way her hips pushed against mine on the back. This was exciting her, and her lust for life was turning me on.
Together, we raced along the streets in a blur, with disregard for speeding limits and other cars on the road.
Too soon, we pulled up in front of my home, I could feel the vibrations still pulsing throughout my body. I kicked the kickstand and swung my leg over the bike. I helped her and hand in hand we walked up the short porch.
As we got to the door, the heat in my body and her tension behind me was almost too much. I pushed her against the wall right outside my door. I couldn’t help teasing her, rubbing our crotches together.
“Are you scared to be at a biker’s house?” I asked, one hand gripping her waist and the other holding her chin so she could look nowhere but in my eyes.
Her breath came out in gasps, but I could see the lust in her eyes. “No.”
Her voice was strong and confident even though I could tell she was a long way from home.
“You know what will happen if you go in there, right?”
“Yes,” she panted.
A small voice in me told me to be responsible before I lost it. This was unlike me, never had I hesitated with a woman, but with Red, I wanted to make sure she didn’t regret this. “This is your last chance, Red. If you don’t want this, tell me. You have to say no right now, because if we go in this house, I’m not going to be able to stop. I’m going to do what I’ve been thinking about since the moment I saw you.” I leaned closer, until we were nose to nose. “Tell me. Do you want me?”
“I do.”
I stepped back and forced my key into the door. I made short work of the lock, kicking the door open, then turned and yanked her into my embrace again. I tipped her over, securing her in my arms as I stepped over the threshold and kicked the door closed behind me before my lips captured hers.
Fuck.
She tasted some kind of delicious.