The Biker’s Virgin

by Valentine, Michelle

  I set the phone back on the table and then scrub my hand down my face. I’ve never done anything like this before—betray my club. I’m typically loyal to a fault, but when it comes to Piper, I lose my fucking mind. She’s all that matters to me now.

  Chapter Ten

  Piper

  I snuggle closer into the warm, solid chest in front of me, loving the feeling of Cade’s arms around me. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to take his time with me last night. I can’t even count the number of times he made me cum, but there were a lot. Honestly, I don’t even know how he has a hard on right now.

  I lift my chin and grin at him. “Again?”

  His beautiful face lights up with a devilish grin. “Your naked body against me makes me horny. My cock is always ready when it comes to you.”

  I chew on the corner of my lower lip, doing my best to hide my pleased smile. I love that he always wants me, but I want to know more about him.

  I trace my fingers down his toned chest. “Shouldn’t we talk some? Our relationship can’t be solely about sex—no matter how amazing it may be. If we’re running away together, I want to know what I’m getting into since I know nothing about you.”

  He adjusts his head on the pillow. “What is it you want to know about me?”

  Everything. But I don’t say that out loud. Guys like Cade don’t spill their secrets easily. We’ll need to build up to that point.

  “For now, how about some basics? Is Cade your real name? What’s your last name? How old are you? Where did you grow up?”

  He chuckles. “Damn. You a cop?”

  Heat rushes to my cheeks and it occurs to me it’s one of the first times I’ve ever really heard him laugh. It’s nice.

  I prop my head up with one hand as I stare down at him. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make it seem like an interrogation. I want to get to know you.”

  He stares at me and I get lost in his gray eyes. “There’s really not a whole hell of a lot about me that’s interesting. Cade is actually my last name—first name is Kevin and I’m twenty-nine.” He reaches up and traces my jaw with his fingertips. “Now it’s my turn.”

  I grimace, fully aware it’s my turn in the question hot seat. “What do you want to know?”

  “How come you steer clear of your father? Before that first time I met you in the bar, I staked out your place for days and checked out your social media sites. Based on a few posts I found, you seem to hate him.”

  “I do hate him,” I mutter. “I hate what he stands for and how he treated my mom. He wasn’t a part of the club when he and Mom got together, so things were good between them until he joined the Disciples. After that, he cheated on her and expected her to just put up with it. When she tried to leave him, he threatened to kill her, so she stayed even though she was unhappy because she was scared. When he became president, he started spending all his of time at the clubhouse and told Mom he was tired of her shit and he gave her to his club—made her a whore for guys to use as they saw fit. They took turns raping her, and my father did nothing. It wasn’t until they nearly killed her, did my father decide he would allow Mom to leave and take me with her. I refused to have anything to do with him ever again. He’s an evil man.”

  “So you let me take your cherry to get back at him? Was that why you let me fuck you?”

  I shake my head. “He had nothing to do with why I let you have me. The moment I saw you, I knew you were the one.”

  He cocks his head to the side. “Why was that?”

  “I knew you wouldn’t be afraid of my father,” I confess. “If you had the balls to talk to me the way you did, then I knew he wouldn’t scare you. That’s the kind of man I want to be with. Someone who will make me feel safe from everything bad in this fucked up world.”

  “I’ll protect you forever, Piper. You’re mine. Ain’t nobody going to take you away from me.”

  When he says possessive caveman things like that, butterflies flutter all around my belly. I never understood why women liked to be claimed by a man before, until I met Cade. It’s a complete fucking turn on to know he would take the whole world on for me if I needed him to.

  I lean in and press my lips to his, needing to be close to him. He obliges and sweeps his tongue in my mouth before he rolls me on to my back.

  His cock slides inside me I moan and get lost in Cade once again.

  * * *

  After we finish showering together, I frown when I step back into the room wearing nothing but a towel.

  Cade wraps a towel around his waist, beads of water peppering his chest as he struts out of the bathroom looking like a Greek God. He takes in my face and stops dead in his tracks. “What’s wrong?”

  I pick up the uniform I wear at the diner and rub my thumbs over the course material. “I don’t have any clean clothes.”

  He slides his finger under my chin and our eyes meet. “Looks like it’s time to take my girl shopping.”

  I could argue with him, but when a man like Cade offers to do something nice, you accept it. He’s not the kind of guy who looks like he accepts no for an answer.

  I nod and he kisses me gently.

  Once we’re dressed, we head out to the bike to the freeway, where we ride until we come to an exit with a large mall. Cade pulls into the parking lot and cuts the engine. “We should be able to find everything you need here.”

  He takes my hand and leads me through the parking lot and into the entrance of the building. The moment we’re inside, it seems every head in the vicinity turns in our direction. I’m sure we’re a sight to see together—me in my uniform and Cade looking like his bad-ass self. Women bite their lower lip as Cade passes by, and I resist the urge give them a smug smile because I’m the one who’s with him. Not them.

  We cross a lingerie shop, and Cade leads me inside. “Get whatever you want.”

  I stare up at him wide-eyed, unsure of what to get because I’ve never bought underwear knowing I’ll be wearing it for a specific man before. I glance around the store, and my eyes land on a garter belt.

  The corner of his mouth turns up when he catches me looking at the garment. “Get it. You can wear it for me later.” He leans in and whispers in my ear, “And I’ll take it off with my teeth.”

  A tingle rushes down my spine, and suddenly I’m excited. What else I can get in here to have him take off of me later?

  Cade pats my ass. “Go on. The sooner we get what you need, the sooner we can find another hotel.”

  We spend the next couple of hours buying all the essentials I’ll need for a life on the road with Cade. Once I have everything I need, and we’ve packed it all in a backpack and the saddlebags on his bike, we’re back on the road. It doesn’t take long for us to cross out of California and into Nevada.

  A sign for Vegas sits on the side of the road as we ride by, and I say, “Vegas isn’t far. Maybe we should take a detour and get married.”

  I expect him to laugh at my joke, but he doesn’t. Instead, he cranks his wrist, revving the engine, and takes the exit going North. It seems I’ve just proposed to my sexy biker, and he’s accepted, which causes my stomach to flip with excitement.

  Chapter Eleven

  Cade

  The engine roars and the sound echoes off the concrete walls of the casinos as we roll down the strip. For the past few hours since Piper mentioned getting married, all I could think about was making her officially mine. I didn’t ever picture myself with one woman for the rest of my life, but Piper’s changed all that. She makes me want to have a family, which is something I’ve never had, but always wanted.

  The light changes to red, so I bring the bike to a stop and then cover Piper’s hands with one of mine. I take in our surroundings, and when I spot a sign for a drive-thru wedding service, I point to it. “That okay?”

  She rests her chin on my shoulder. “Yes. It’s perfect.”

  Warmth spreads across my chest and I feel content. It’s crazy to think the most at peace I’ve ever felt in
my life is a time when my head is on the fucking chopping block, but it is. Piper makes me happy, and I don’t give a damn about anything else now but her.

  The light turns green and I crank the gas and then pull into the chapel lot. The window opens and a gray-haired man wearing a pressed suit with a bright green tie that matches his eyes greets us. “How may I be of service this afternoon?”

  “We want to get married,” Piper answers as she clings to me.

  The man smiles at her. “Absolutely, young, lady. May I see your marriage license?”

  “You don’t give those out here?” I ask, because from what I’ve seen on television, you just show up at the chapel and get married. I never saw a thing about getting shit ahead of time.

  He points back to the direction we just came from. “The court house where you get the license is about twelve blocks that way. Here.” He hands me a piece of paper with directions and an address. “Go pick up a license, and I can marry you within the hour.”

  I take the paper from him and nod. “We’ll be back.”

  It doesn’t take us long to get to the courthouse, and luckily we’ve arrived during business hours. The overweight security guard keeps his cold gaze fixed on me as we pass through the lobby and into the office marked licenses.

  A middle-aged, red-headed woman greets us when we step through the door. Her curly hair is pulled up into a high ponytail and a pen is stuck into the mess of hair on top of her head.

  Her bright red lips curve into a knowing grin. “Something tells me the two of you aren’t here for fishing licenses. Am I right?”

  Piper clings to my arm while her fingers are threaded through mine. “Yes, ma’am. We want to get married.”

  Hearing her assert what she wants for the second time to a stranger, warms my heart. It lets me know she’s serious about this, and it’s something she wants as much as I do. She wants to be mine, just as I want to always have her for my own.

  The receptionist nods. “All righty. I’ll just need to see some identification from the both of you and I’ll get the paperwork started.”

  I fish my wallet out of my back pocket and pull out my driver’s license. Piper reaches into her apron pocket and grabs her phone, which has a place in the case for her ID and credit cards.

  We hand the cards over and the woman smiles. “I’ll have this ready in a jiff and have you two on your way.”

  We anxiously wait on the paperwork to be complete, and the moment feels fucking surreal.

  I’m about to get married to the most perfect girl on the planet. Is this real life?

  I turn my eyes to Piper’s face. She’s beaming as she stares up at me, and all seems right in the world with her smiling at me like that. Nothing else matters but being with her.

  The fact both clubs will want my blood spilt once it’s discovered I’m with Piper, doesn’t even matter to me as much.

  Finally, the woman hands us the documents and I pull cash out of my wallet to pay.

  “I see a lot of couples walk through this door, and I have to say the two of you seem really happy,” the woman says. “You two take good care of one another, and congratulations.”

  I wrap my arm around Piper’s shoulders, knowing this woman has no idea I’m willing to protect this woman at all costs, even with my very life.

  Chapter Twelve

  Piper

  My gaze glances down to the jeans and t-shirt I’m wearing and I frown.

  Cade instantly notices and slides his finger under my chin, tipping my face up to his. “What’s with the frown? Having second thoughts about being my wife?”

  I shake my head. “Absolutely not.”

  “Then what is it?” There’s concern in his eyes and it fills my heart with warmth.

  I sigh. “It’s silly, really.”

  “Tell me,” he prods. “I want you to always be happy, and I’ll do anything to make that happen for you.”

  “I always pictured myself getting married in a white dress,” I admit, and when Cade doesn’t say anything, I begin to regret saying anything. “Forget it. I told you it was silly.”

  I try to turn away, but Cade doesn’t allow me. He holds me in place so he can stare into my eyes.

  “Done,” he says coolly. “Now get that sexy ass of yours on the back of my bike so I can take you to a dress shop.”

  A smile breaks out over my face, and Cade kisses my lips. Cade leads me to the bike and I happily follow along, walking on cloud nine.

  After a quick search on the internet, I find a shop that rents dresses, which is perfect because Lord knows I can’t carry a bunch of things with me on the bike. It’s hard enough toting around the couple of outfits I bought at the mall.

  We cruise down the streets of Vegas, and when we pull up out front of the building, Cade cuts the motor.

  I throw my arms around his neck from behind as I stretch up on my tops and place a kiss on the cheek. “Stay here, please. I don’t want you to see me until I pick one and put it on.”

  He turns a bit so he can face me as I hop off the bike. “Okay, but here—” he fishes his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans. “Take some money in with you so you can pay in cash.”

  My lips twist as the money slides into my hands. “All right. I may be a bit, so if you want to drive around—”

  “I’ll be waiting right here. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

  I give him one last kiss before I head inside alone.

  There are beautiful gowns ranging from evening wear to every type of wedding gown you can think of. I walk slowly across the peach carpet, running the tips of my fingers along the silky material of the dresses.

  “See anything you like?” A warm voice calls from behind me.

  I turn to find a tall, thin Asian man wearing dark eyeliner, lavender eye shadow, and a dazzling smile. He’s wearing a dark purple dress shirt, which matches his makeup, and a silver blazer left unbuttoned, making him appear stylish yet casual at the same time.

  I bite my lip nervously. “Um, I’m looking to rent a wedding dress.”

  He clasps his hands together and holds them close to his heart. “How exciting. I love elopements. My name is Ken and I’d be happy to help you. Tell me, gorgeous, are you looking for a long or short dress?”

  My mind flashes to being on the back of Cade’s bike and how difficult managing a long dress might be. “Short. Definitely, short.”

  He twists his lips as he looks me up and down. “I’ve got the perfect dress for you. Size four, right? Come with me.”

  I follow behind him, amazed. “How’d you know what size I am?”

  He chuckles as he leads me over to a rack of short, white and cream dresses. “I’m very good at my job.” He shoves his hands between some of the dresses, pushing them apart as if he’s looking for the dress he has in mind. “Ah, here we go. How about this one?”

  Hanging on the rack is a beautiful dress with lace cap sleeves that flares out into a perfect bell just above the knee while a black ribbon cinches in the middle. I couldn’t have picked a better one if I’d searched for months for the perfect gown.

  He plucks it off the rack and holds it up for my inspection. “What do you think?”

  My fingers trail down the fabric. “It’s amazing.”

  He smiles. “I knew you’d like it. The dressing room is right over there.”

  Once he sets me up inside the dressing room, he leaves me to it. The dress fits perfectly, which is mind-blowing that it doesn’t need any alterations.

  I stare at myself in the mirror, and can’t believe I’m about to become a married woman.

  “Let me see. I’m dying out here,” he says from the other side of the curtain.

  I turn and shove the drape aside, and the moment he spots me he gasps and clutches his chest. “Oh, it’s breathtaking. This is the dress. Do you love it?”

  I smooth the fabric down and nod. “I really do. I can’t wait to get married in this.”

  “When is the big day?”


  I grin. “Today. I just didn’t want to get married in jeans and a T-shirt.”

  He raises his eyebrows. “In that case let’s do your hair and do your makeup. Give you the entire wedding package.”

  “Okay,” I agree. And that’s all it takes for him to whisk me into another part of the store, where a vanity is set up.

  He drapes me in a plastic cape to protect my dress and goes straight to work styling my hair into a fancy up-do before he moves on to my makeup.

  When I glance at my phone, I feel guilty for leaving Cade sitting on the curb waiting an hour and a half on me by the time everything is finished.

  Ken spins me around in the chair so I can look at myself in the mirror. “All finished, gorgeous. What do you think?”

  “Wow,” is all I can manage to say in a small whisper. “I’ve never looked so grown up before.”

  He puts his hands on my shoulders. “You’re a beautiful woman. Your future husband is a very lucky man.”

  I smile. “Thank you.”

  “No need to thank me, it’s true. And it’s been an absolute pleasure helping you. If that’s all you need, let’s head up front and we can settle the bill.” I follow him to the register, and Ken hands me a bag with the clothes I came in wearing. He types my basic information into the computer after I hand him my driver’s license. “Okay, Miss Piper, your total for the hair, make up, shoes and dress, including dress deposit that you’ll be refunded for once the dress is returned, undamaged, is four hundred and seventy-five dollars and thirty-two cents.”

  I take out the cash Cade handed me, and see that he only gave me four hundred dollars. I hand that to Ken, and then pull out my debit card. “Can you use this for the rest? I’m trying to conserve money.”

  “Certainly,” he says as he swipes my card and prints out a receipt. “Sign my copy of the receipt, and then sign my paperwork stating you will return the dress undamaged, and if you don’t, you’re aware your one-hundred-dollar deposit will not be returned.”