Biker's Virgin (An MC Romance)

by Claire Adams

  Ronnie was already in the classroom when I walked in, head down, reading a textbook. Nobody else was in there with her. That was the thing with early morning classes – you could be a little late and people wouldn't get on your ass for it, but she was still early as fuck. She took this stuff seriously. She sat all the way up at the front of the classroom and went for all the tutorials, too, the stuff you would tease kids for doing back in middle and high school. It was paying off, though, because she had kept up her 3.8 GPA since her first semester.

  She was wrapping her sophomore year, too, and the only reason we were in this class together was we had both ended up picking Western Civilization II as an elective. She was a Psych major because she was smart. I was a business major because I needed a degree in something and when playing football, the less involved your course load was, the easier it was to keep your GPA high enough to stay on the team.

  Her hair was tied up in a bun and she was in a hoodie and jeans. Two tall coffee cups were sitting on the desk next to her textbook. "One of those for me?" I asked, walking up to her. She jumped at my voice, but smiled when she saw me.

  "Hi, baby," she said, holding a cup out. I leaned down to kiss her.

  "Hey, were you waiting for me?" I asked. I took the cup and drank deeply from it; it had been standing there long enough to not be too hot anymore. It was just your standard coffee, no sugar, but made with almond milk instead of cow milk. Ron would just get us the same order when she bought coffee. I wasn't even sure I could tell the difference, but it was supposed to be better for you. I just took her word for it.

  "I was just thinking about calling you."

  "When did you get here?" I asked. The sun was out and the light that was filtering into the room was catching the gold in her blonde hair. It was long and curly when she wore it down. She wore makeup most days, but not today; it would cover the light freckles on the tops of her cheeks when she did. Her eyes were the kind of green that made me think of spring, everything coming up fresh and new after months of freezing temperatures.

  "Only about ten minutes ago," she said.

  "You drove?" I asked.

  "Car refused to start this morning. I walked,” she said as she shook her head. She had gotten her car at seventeen; it had been a piece of shit then and still was now. It practically stopped working during winter and when it did work, it would break down on her constantly. She liked it because she had gotten it herself as her first car, but I wished she wouldn't drive it. Acuras was supposed to be safe, but when they were that beat up, the safety measure had to go down some.

  "Why didn't you call me? I would have picked you up."

  "It's out of your way," she said, shrugging. "It's not that far walking."

  "I'll take you home after class," I said. "I need to use the library anyway."

  "Are you gonna be there till late like last night?"

  "No. This close to finals, it's going to be packed."

  "Good thing finals only last a week."

  "Is it me or was this one the longest week we've had yet?"

  "It's just you," she said smiling. "We're almost at the finish line, so the wait feels longer."

  "Just one more week," I said wistfully. I knew she was right. It didn't change anything, though. I was looking forward to the semester ending, but I wasn't really that hyped about summer this year.

  "Excited to go home?" she asked, as if she knew what was on my mind.

  I would be if that was where I was going. I shrugged non-commitally. Both our families lived in Aberdeen. Early this year, we had talked about going on vacation together, just me and Ron. I wanted to take her to Glacier National Park to spend our days alone together in the woods while I had time before summer training started.

  That really wasn't in the cards anymore. I had told Ron it was because I wanted to spend that time at home, instead. It wasn’t that much of a lie, but it wasn’t really the truth. I didn't like lying to her, but I had been doing it a lot this past month.

  Just because you had a good reason for doing something shitty didn't stop it from still being a dick move. It was all for nothing in the end, anyway. We weren't going on vacation together, and I wasn't even going to end up going home.

  "Wanna head out?" I asked suddenly.

  "What? Now?" she asked. I nodded. "Are you asking me to ditch class?" She sounded like she thought I was kidding, but she had a smile pulling the corners of her mouth.

  "Yeah. Let's go."

  "Where? We have class."

  "It's the last one before finals, we've covered the entire outline already. Beckett isn't going to come in here with new material," I said. A few other people had filtered into the classroom, but it was still mostly empty.

  "What do you want to do?" she asked.

  "Go to my place?" I suggested. It didn't really matter what we did when we got there. I mostly just didn't want to be in class anymore. I wanted to spend some time with her. We had the class together, but that was her, me, fifteen other students, and Professor Beckett. School was letting out and in a perfect world it would be her and me in a cabin in the woods, but shit was a little different this year. Because of finals, times like this were the only ones we had when we weren't in class or studying. It was not enough. Nowhere near enough.

  She shrugged her shoulders and closed her textbook.

  "I'm never doing this with you again," she said with a glint in her eye. She packed up and grabbed her coffee. I took her hand, and we were back out the door before Professor Beckett and the rest of the class showed up.

  Instead of my place, we went to hers. Her roommate ended up being home, but it didn't matter. We weren't staying long. I had an idea where we could go.

  The park wasn't that big and was edged on one side by some woods. When it was winter and the trees were bare, the little clearing was easy to make out. There were stumps along the tree line that I had watched get covered in moss and lichen in the years that I'd been coming here. I hadn't known how Veronica would react the first time I brought her. It was back when we were still pretty casual, before I had asked her to be my girlfriend.

  Her best friend and my sister happened to be the same person, so I had her to thank for letting me know that picnics were one of Ron's favorite things to do. She kept a blanket and basket in her car for that reason. We grabbed those before we left and after buying some sandwiches and pastries at her regular coffee shop, we were walking through the trees to our spot.

  We had never been interrupted and since neither of us had ever brought anyone else there, it felt like it was ours. It was about as private as we could get while being outside in a public park. The only thing I sort of wished it had was a stream or something; we weren’t near the river. Water always made places look better. Ron and I had talked about it a lot. She wanted to swim in each one of the five oceans, and I wanted to do it with her.

  She gave me half her sandwich since she wasn't that hungry. As we ate, she started asking me about summer classes and football training, but I changed the subject. I wasn't going this year and I didn't want to tell her why...not just yet. She tried to pull her textbook out again, but I took it from her, stashing it in my backpack till it was time to go. I was feeling selfish. I didn't want to share her.

  Doing so reminded me that I had something for her. I told her to close her eyes.

  "What is it?" she asked.

  "Don't look," I said. The small rectangular box had been in my bag since last weekend when I had bought it.

  "What is it?" she repeated, eyes shut like I had asked her. I popped the box open and looked inside. A light pink stone on a gold chain. I had wanted something that would remind her of me, but got something that made me think of her instead. It was pretty and feminine, like her. The lady at the store I had gotten it at said the stone stood for love, and that was enough reason to get it.

  "Give me your hand," I instructed. Her fingers closed around the box as she opened her eyes.

  "What's this for?" she asked.

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bsp; Something that reminds you of me whenever you look at it, I thought. That would sound better than having to tell her what it really was: a going away present. I didn't want her to think she was getting it because I wanted to butter her up before I made her upset. I don't know, maybe the more I told myself that, the more it would sound like the truth.

  "I just thought you'd like it," I said instead. She opened the box and I watched her face break into a smile when she saw the necklace. "Oh my God, Roman, are we celebrating something?"

  "No celebration, I thought it would look good on you. Put it on." She took it out and undid the little clasp at the back. I helped her fasten it around her neck.

  "Thank you; it's so pretty," she said, touching the stone.

  "I'm glad you like it."

  "Now I wish I had something for you," she said. Time – that was what I needed from her. I didn't need a present. Or maybe she could tell me how the fuck to say what I needed to say without completely wrecking what we had together.

  "Think of it as an early birthday present," I said lightly. She was going to be twenty-one early next month and honestly, I wasn't going to be there then to give it to her on her real birthday... But right now, when she was happy and we were spending what had to be one of the last times we were going to get to be together like this, it wasn't the right time for that announcement.

  "I love it," she said happily.

  "I should have gotten it engraved or something," I said, gently touching the stone.

  "And a matching one for yourself."

  "I don't think pink's my color," I joked.

  "Your initials on the back of this and mine on the back of yours, so you're always thinking of me when you have it on you," she said softly. "At school...work...in battle."

  "In battle?" I scoffed. She shrugged slightly.

  "You know, if you ever got deployed."

  "Not everyone gets sent to a combat zone when they're deployed," I told her.

  "But do you think you will?" she asked.

  "I don't know. Nobody knows. You just go where they send you."

  "That's crazy," she said, shaking her head. I shrugged.

  "That's the price of freedom," I said flatly.

  "That doesn't change how fucked up it is," she insisted. "I don't know what I'd do if you ended up going over there."

  "Going over there is kind of the whole point," I tried to say light-heartedly. She sounded like she was getting upset.

  "I know, but I mean, what if something happened to you?" She didn't go into detail, but she didn't have to. I got it. Something happening was anything happening. Losing a leg, or an arm, or my life... The first two were probably a little worse than the last one. I mean, if you die, then you're dead, you don't have to remember what happened to you every day from your wheelchair because you can't walk anymore.

  "A lot of guys come back just fine," I said. "Not every vet gets blown up."

  "You can't go to a war zone and be just fine. That has to change a person," she said, sighing.

  Well, shit. I shut up. I couldn't tell her. What the hell was I about to say? Well, lucky you, Ronnie, guess who got their warning order and has to leave in ten days? I had known for a couple weeks now, and it still wasn't the right time to tell her.

  It wasn't like it would blindside her or anything, she knew I was in the army. Right at the end of the semester with finals coming up, I didn't want her to have to worry about this shit, too – because she would worry. And, not a normal kind of worry, either. That was who she was.

  She could obsess about things sometimes. She was already worried about something happening to me, and we hadn't even discussed me going anywhere yet. I would have to tell her eventually – there was no way I could just ghost her – but right before finals was the wrong time to do it. She had to concentrate on getting through the semester. We both did. After that, I'd figure it out.

  "I knew that when I enlisted," I said soberly.

  "Are you scared?"

  "No," I said shaking my head. "Right now? I'm more afraid of finals than that."

  "There's a chance you'll never have to go over there, though, right?" she asked.

  "Yeah, there is."

  "I hope you never do," she said, looking down at the blanket.

  "Damn, Ronnie. Shooting down my military career before it even begins?"

  "I support you. I just hope you never have to put your life in danger."

  "I could die walking out of my apartment tomorrow morning."

  "That's not the same thing. You do that every day, and you're not getting shot at while you do it."

  "Wow, Ronnie. Tell me how you really feel," I said jokingly, leaning back on my elbows.

  "No, it's not like that."

  "I'm hurt," I said, putting a hand over my chest dramatically.

  "I'm just worried. I don't want those assholes to take you away from me." She came closer, lying on her side to look at me.

  "I don't want them to do that, either. They can't keep me forever if I do end up going. I have to come back," I said.

  "What am I supposed to do when you're gone?"

  "Mail me pictures of your tits," I suggested. She giggled and wrinkled her nose.

  "So you can pass them around to all your buddies?"

  "So I can remember what's waiting for me when I get home," I said. Fuck, I thought, realizing it. She would have to wait for me. I wasn't even sure when the hell I would be back. Less than a year? Three years? Longer than that?

  "I'm always happy to see you. You don't have to leave to make me appreciate it when we're together," she said quietly like she was talking to herself. I didn't know how much she had thought about what would happen if I went overseas. She put her hand over the one I had on my chest. Her smooth, slim fingers laced through mine. "I love you," she said.

  "Aren't you glad you cut class with me now?" I asked. She giggled and leaned over to kiss me. Her lips pressed against mine softly, innocent…at least at first. I held the back of her neck and ran my tongue along her lips to get her to let me in. I wanted more. She sighed as her lips parted. I deepened the kiss, rolling us over so I was on top of her.

  I loved her too, and I was going to show her how much I did.

  Chapter Two

  Veronica

  I just had to wear jeans today, didn't I?

  I quickly kicked my shoes off to let Roman strip them all the way off down my legs. I shuddered as he ran his big, warm hands up my calves and thighs. He pulled me forward suddenly before burying his face between my legs. I felt his breath against my pussy as he pulled my panties to the side. My eyes shut and head fell back in ecstasy. His tongue parted my lower lips and grazed my clitoris. His stubble rasped against my smoothly shaved mound and inner thighs.

  I wanted to lay back and let him work me over, but I wanted to watch him at the same time. His lips and tongue feasting on me drove me wild. I felt myself gush as he sucked my clit. He rewarded me with a satisfied moan at the taste of my essence. His fingers teased my opening, sliding in far enough for my lips to stretch around them, but not enough to fill me.

  I whimpered as he had his way with me. My orgasm threatened to break before ebbing every time he withdrew his fingers. Slow, sensual, delicious torture.

  "Roman," I moaned. My hand fisted a handful of his thick, dark hair. It had gotten a little longer than usual since his last haircut. His other arm was clamped over my hips, keeping me still.

  My breath quickened, feeling his fingers plunge into me, deep. His hand was so much bigger than mine, it just made me hungry for what I knew was coming next. He finger fucked me fast, tonguing my clit relentlessly. I bit back my scream, letting it out in quiet moans and cries.

  He went faster, sensing I was close. I bit my lip, feeling a shooting spasm finally send me over the edge. I muffled my cry the best I could, trying to press my legs together against Roman's strong hand that was holding me open to him. I bucked my hips as he licked me, almost to overstimulation. I fell limp, and he stopped
, chuckling quietly to himself. Satisfaction ran like electric pulses from my core through my whole body.

  He pushed the bottom of my hoodie up, planting a small kiss below my navel. Another under my bra strap. Another one, this one on my chest after unzipping my hoodie to expose my bare skin. Another on my neck, then my jawline. Finally, my lips. His taste was mingled with mine. His softly probing tongue gentle again after the assault on my tender flesh. His jeans were stiff against my bare thighs, but barely concealed the evidence of his own arousal.

  "Let me suck your cock," I whispered, briefly breaking our kiss. I wanted to please him. I wanted to pleasure him the way he had me. His dark blue eyes looked almost stormy with desire. The strain of his lust pulled against his features. His brows furrowed, hooding his eyes, and his jaw clenched, flexing the powerful muscles under his stubble-shadowed cheeks.

  "I want to fuck you," he said, almost reverently. His voice was hoarse, choked with longing. I wanted him, too. He unsnapped his jeans, and I watched him unsheathe his dick between our bodies. He was so big, his foreskin barely covered the head of his dick when he was soft. He was engorged and shiny with precum already.

  Heat merged in my abdomen, and I ached with anticipation. He kissed me fiercely, settling comfortably between my legs. I moaned into it as he pushed slowly and smoothly until every inch of him was buried inside me.

  Everything felt still and perfect. It didn't matter that we were outside, that he was fully clothed and I couldn't feel his big, powerful muscles flexing as he fucked me. It mattered that I could feel him, there was nothing between us. Gentle, shallow rocking turned into steady, deep thrusts. Fast, then slow; deep, then teasingly shallow – I was putty in his hands. I surrendered completely to him. He knew how to make me scream, moan, cry. His body caging mine, swollen and erect inside my most private space, felt right. It said in actions, sweat, and movement what we felt for each other in our hearts.