The Biker’s Virgin

by Michelle Valentine

  The Biker’s Virgin

  Michelle A. Valentine

  Contents

  The Biker’s Virgin

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Michelle A. Valentine

  The Biker’s Virgin

  I was given one simple job. Break in and kidnap a rival MC club’s daughter.

  I wasn’t expecting her to be a barely legal virgin begging me to take her.

  I have to have her—wife her up and let the world know she belongs to me. I don’t even care if not following orders could cost me my life.

  She’s. Mine.

  No one will take her away from me.

  A hot, sexy standalone with a dirty-talking biker and his sweet virgin.

  Disclaimer:

  This book is intended for an adult audience due to strong language and naughty sexual situations.

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  Chapter One

  Piper

  Sometimes it’s good to know people in low places.

  Take tonight for example. Chloe and I wouldn’t be able to get into this bar to celebrate her nineteenth birthday if I didn’t know a guy that could hook us up with fake IDs.

  “We’re going to get drunk and dance our asses off tonight!” Chloe hooks her arm around my shoulders, lifts her drink in the air, and pulls me toward the dance floor and yells as loud as she can, “It’s my birthday, bitches! Buy me a drink!”

  Everyone within ear shot cheers and most of the guys in the place gawk at us like we’re pieces of meat on display. I shake my head and laugh at my crazy, beautiful friend as she tosses her long brown hair over one shoulder and grins.

  We continue to dance the night away, and I’m loving the small taste of freedom I’m getting right now. I can’t wait to get out of this town and far away from the people in it. Chloe is the only person I’ll miss, but she’s promised to come visit me no matter where I end up going to school.

  “Piper!” Chloe shouts my name over the music. “Let’s go get another drink. I’m burning up.”

  We head to the bar, arms linked together, and wait for the bartender to make us another round of Sex on the Beach.

  “Oh, my God. Would you look at that,” Chloe says into my ear. “Hot biker guy at three o’clock and he’s staring right at you.”

  My heart sinks instantly. All my life my father has always sent his goons to spy on me whenever I go out. Even though I’m eighteen years old, he still treats me like a child. It’s just one of the many reasons I won’t have anything to do with my father, and never tell him anything I’m doing. He and my mother have been divorced for years, and we keep our distance, but from time to time, we spot one of Dad’s club members keeping tabs on us for him.

  My line of sight drifts down to the end of the bar, and I spot a hot guy with shaggy blonde hair and a beard watching me intently.

  He’s a new face—a sexy one that I almost wouldn’t mind having stalk me on my father’s behalf, but it’s still not cool that he’s here.

  When I catch the stranger’s gaze, our eyes lock and his lips pull up into a slow, lazy grin.

  “Ugh. I’m sick of this shit,” I complain.

  The bartender returns and places drinks in front of us. “Compliments from the guy at the end of the bar.”

  Chloe slides one of the drinks my way, “Maybe you should go set this one straight out of the gate, and tell him to piss off. Knowing we’re being watched will kill my buzz.”

  I take a long pull from my straw as I think about what she said. “You know what? I think I will.”

  A little liquid courage burns through my veins as I make my way to where the guy is sitting.

  “I don’t need a damn babysitter.” I plop down on the stool next to him, and his eyebrows shoot up. “So you can go back and tell my dad—”

  I halt myself mid-sentence when my eyes land on the Maverick patch on his kutte. This man has absolutely no ties to my father. I should be relieved by that, but instead I sit there frozen like a statue because this man belongs to a club that’s a well-known rival to my fathers.

  He unleashes a cold stare on me. “Did I say you could sit down?”

  I lick my lips carefully. “N—no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

  He holds up one tattooed hand. “I think it’s time you run back to your friend.”

  It’s obvious I’ve completely misread this situation, and now feel like a total idiot.

  I do as he asks and push myself out of the seat. “Thank you for the drinks.”

  He levels his stare on me me. “I didn’t buy you any drinks.”

  I furrow my brow, but I don’t say another word because I don’t want to embarrass myself any further. Clearly, I’ve made a huge mistake, and I don’t want to poke the bear any more than I already have. I take a step back and then turn on my heel and head back to Chloe with my tail between my legs.

  Chloe’s sipping on her drink and then hands me mine. “How’d it go? Did you tell him to fuck off?”

  I shake my head. “Not exactly. He isn’t here for me. He’s not even a part of my father’s club.”

  “Really?” Chloe whips her head back in the biker’s direction. “Does that mean he’s open game? He’s hot. You should go for him.”

  I shake my head. Chloe, God love her, is oblivious to club rules. You don’t mess around with guys in a different club than you’re associated with. Even though I’m not part of the Disciples, I know better than to cross that line.

  I take another look at the sexiest biker I’ve ever seen and sigh. He’s completely off limits, no matter how attractive I find him. Plus, I seem to annoy him, so there’s no chance in hell I’ll be hooking up with him.

  I grab Chloe’s hand and tug her to the dance floor, needing a distraction. “Come on. Let’s dance.”

  I do my best to ignore the hunky beast of a man in the corner, but I catch my eyes flitting in his direction every chance I get.

  He’s turned toward the dance floor now, openly watching us. More than once our eyes have met. And as much as I wish it didn’t, his stare on me is a complete fucking turn on. I move my hips and shake my ass, wanting him to find me as attractive as I find him.

  One song flows into the next and we dance until we’re tired and thirsty again.

  Chloe makes a drinking motion with her hand and I nod in agreement. We work our way back to the bar through the crowd of thirsty patrons, and before Chloe can open her mouth to order our drinks, the bartender slips two more Sex on the Beaches in front of us.

  Chloe attempts to hand him money, but the bartender holds up his hands. “Already paid for. Different guy this time though.”

  My eyes snap down to the sexy biker, and he
tips his beer bottle in our direction.

  “Looks like you made a friend after all, Piper. Do you want to personally thank him for the drinks, or should I?” There’s a wicked gleam in Chloe’s eyes because she knows while I might be a bit flirty at times, my V-card is still fully intact.

  It’s not that I’m a prude or anything. I can’t find a guy who’s willing to touch me with a ten-foot pole because of who my father is.

  I dread the thought of being a freshman in college and being the only girl around who’s never seen a penis in the flesh.

  “If you’re not going…” She trails off as she takes a hesitant step, almost daring me to go talk to the guy.

  I grab her arm, halting her in place. “I’ll go.”

  Her lips twist into an amused smirk when I stop her. “Good, because I don’t think it’s me he really wants to talk to.” She nudges me and giggles. “Go get him, tiger.”

  I shake my head and then take a deep breath before shuffling my feet toward the guy.

  He leans back, stretching his toned, tattooed arm across the bar, making him look like the baddest motherfucker in the place. As I approach him, his eyes rake over my body from head to toe slow enough to make me feel like he’s undressing me with his eyes.

  The hardness in his eyes has disappeared as I stand there before him under his appraising stare. “I see you got the drinks I actually did buy this time.”

  I lift my glass a bit. “Yeah. Thanks for these.” I extend my hand to him. “I think we got off on the wrong foot before. I’m sorry I came off so bitchy.”

  His large fingers wrap around mine, and I know it’s cliché as hell, but my skin actually tingles where we touch. Calluses, no doubt caused from riding his motorcycle, rub against my smooth skin, telling me he isn’t just some causal rider. Normally, I’m not attracted to bikers because I associate that lifestyle with my father, but I wouldn’t mind hoping on the back of this guy’s bike. The kutte he’s wearing is covered with patches, and the crest of the Mavericks is stitched proudly on his chest.

  Holy hell. He’s hot and so fucking off limits it isn’t funny.

  He rubs his thumb over the skin on the back of my hand and licks his lips, causing a thought to flit through my mind.

  I wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips, or better yet if he used them on me in other places.

  My pulse picks up speed and I release a shaky breath.

  His grey eyes bore into me. “You know you shouldn’t accept drinks from random men in bars, don’t you? You don’t know what the fuck some dude might put in it.”

  I lift one brow in question. “What are you, my bodyguard?”

  His lips pull into a tight line. “Do you not see every horny motherfucker in this place sizing you up, trying their best to figure out a way to get in your pants?”

  My lips twist as I eye his rough exterior. “Why should I trust anything you say. You don’t exactly look like the noble type.”

  This earns a chuckle from him. “You got me there. My intentions are less than honorable, which is why a good little girl like you shouldn’t be in a place like this. It isn’t safe for you.”

  I lift my chin and do my best to pretend my heart isn’t beating so hard that I’m sure it’s going to break my ribs. “I can take care of myself.”

  He smirks. “You sure about that?”

  No, I’m not, but I’m not about to admit that to him. Instead, I ask, “Do I need protecting from someone?”

  “You do…from me,” he growls and then he smiles again, making him even more beautiful.

  Almost as if he can sense the desire emanating off me, he stands and leans in close enough to whisper in my ear. “Why don’t we cut the shit, and get down to it? Let’s fuck.”

  I should be walking away right now, yet here I am actually considering his proposition. He’s seriously hot and dangerous, which only adds to his appeal. I lean in a bit and catch a whiff of his spicy cologne and my mouth waters. He even smells delicious.

  Jesus. Get a hold of yourself Piper. This guy is off limits.

  I take a deep breath and do my best to regain my composure.

  “I don’t really do that sort-of thing,” I tell him honestly.

  “Do what?” he asks, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Have a good time?”

  I swallow down the nervousness in my throat. “Sleep around.”

  “So you’re just a cock tease then?” I pull back so I can stare into his eyes.

  “That wasn’t my intention,” I tell him honestly. “I only wanted to thank you for the drink.”

  “In that case, you should know the proper way to thank me for the drink is to get naked and get in my lap.” The corner of his mouth pulls up into a lop-sided smile and I swear it makes my panties wet.

  “As tempting as that is, I don’t sleep with strangers.”

  Or anyone, but he’s making it pretty damn tempting.

  He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he wraps his arm around me and pulls me in tight against his hard body, making my breath catch. “Well, why don’t we get acquainted.”

  Without permission, his lips brush against mine and, I swear to God, if he wasn’t holding on to me right now I would swoon.

  His greedy tongue seeks entrance into my mouth, and I part my lips and allow him inside.

  A moan escapes me and this seems to excite him, because he threads his fingers into my hair and deepens our kiss. Our bodies press together, and my hand runs over his sculpted chest beneath his leather vest. This man is hot as sin, and he knows it. He’s probably able to make women drop their panties on command any time he wants them to.

  He pulls back and traces my top lip with his tongue. “Come home with me.” It’s not a request, but a command. “Let me make you cum.”

  My toes curl inside my high-heeled shoes. This man is so confident and it’s a complete turn-on. I bet he knows his way around the bedroom, and fucks like a champ. He’s the perfect candidate to lose my V-card to.

  Just as I’m about to say yes, the shouts of two men threatening to beat the shit out of each other jerks my attention away.

  I turn my head and spot my best friend standing between the two men, doing her best to keep them apart.

  Oh, shit.

  I push myself out of the biker’s arms and head toward Chloe. I grab her and pull her out of harm’s way a split second before they begin throwing blows at one another.

  I tug her through the bar quickly towards the exit.

  “What the hell, Piper?” Chloe complains as we tromp across the parking lot. “They were about to fight over me and you’re not going to let me watch? That’s every girl’s wet dream, and you just ruined it for me.”

  “I’m saving our asses. We don’t need cops coming in there asking to see our IDs. I don’t exactly feel like dealing with that shit,” I tell her, slowing down once we round the corner.

  I pull out my cell and request an Uber and Chloe frowns next to me. “I never even thought about that. My parents would kill me if they found out we went to a bar.” She’s quiet for a moment before she says, “I saw you let the sexy biker maul you back there. I’m so proud.”

  I roll my eyes and laugh at her crudeness. “What can I say, he was hot.”

  “I’ll say. Sexy and a badass from the looks of him. I bet he’s good in bed.” She wiggles her eyebrows while a mischievous grin lights up her face.

  I sigh, knowing I’ll never get to test that out because I’ll never see him again.

  When the ride says it will arrive in five minutes, I stuff my phone back into the pocket of my jeans. The breeze of the early summer evening air causes goosebumps to pepper my flesh and immediately I regret leaving the house in this top that Chloe talked me into wearing. It’s low cut and sleeveless—a total dick magnet as she called it—that was guaranteed to get me laid.

  Chloe leans back against the wooden privacy fence next to the side walk and checks her cell. “How much longer until the Uber gets here?”

  I
check the clock and begin to tell her anytime now, but a car slows down and creeps to a stop before us. I raise my eyebrows. This definitely isn’t the ride I ordered.

  “Hey, pretty girls. Need a ride?” I instantly recognize the guy in the driver’s seat and he leans across the console to address Chloe and me—it’s one of the guys who were fighting over my best friend moments ago.

  Chloe’s face lights up as she struts over to the passenger side of the dude’s car and bends down, giving the guy an eyeful of her cleavage. “We absolutely do, Greg. Glad to see you made it out of the bar without a scratch.”

  “That guy was a puss,” He waves her off dismissively, while his blue eyes zero in on my friend. “But I’ll admit, my heart broke when I turned around to discover you’d disappeared on me. I was hoping to get to know you better.”

  The guy’s cute, in that college frat boy kind of way—totally Chloe’s type, and she’s making no attempt to hide the fact she’s definitely interested in the guy. If I know Chloe, she’ll have her tongue down the guy’s throat before he makes it to the next stop sign. I’ve always been a bit envious of how unafraid she is, but then again she doesn’t have a father who half the guys in the city are afraid of. Getting laid has never been a problem for her. Me, on the other hand…I’m a hopeless case.

  She runs her fingers through her hair and then gives it a flirty flip. “Why don’t we drop my friend off and we go somewhere?”

  This seems to please him, because he smiles. “Hell, yes. Hop in, girls.”

  I should fight her on this—accepting rides from strangers is a bad fucking idea—but I know she won’t listen to my reasoning. When Chloe has her mind made up, there’s no stopping her.