Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
The fitted polo we wore on desk duty showed my pert nipples through the shirt because it was a little chilly inside today since they did fix the air conditioning. Another thing I had picked up on quickly was that bikers could be very brash, borderline crass in their conversations. In the last weeks here, I had learned a lot about my body, sex, and the way everyone here openly expressed their wants.
I let out a huff, “nah, buddy, but your girl, she gets my nipples hard and my panties wet.” I wasn’t sure if that was too harsh or more of a turn on for the guy. Truthfully, I didn’t care. I just wanted him to take the hint I wasn’t interested in him.
The others with him laughed as his cheeks flushed. He backed away without replying.
A laugh came from behind me and I was mortified to find Faye standing there.
“You might be the only woman here who doesn’t hook up with a King.” She leaned against the wall. “You’re gonna be the mystery they all want to solve.”
“I don’t want to be solved,” I snapped. “I want to do my job and that is all.”
“You’re a hard worker, Melody. But honey, you need balance. It’s okay to go out.” She shook her head, “I can’t believe I’m going to say this. But even letting a brother take you out wouldn’t be bad. Maybe not the prospect, but some of the guys are good dudes. Look at my Sweeper. They don’t come more loyal than the way a biker is.”
It was my turn to shake my head, and then I laid it out honestly. “Faye, I have been educated on what most of the women here are. I’m not interested in being a club bunny. I may have lived a sheltered life, but I have learned more about sex in the last two months here than I did in all of my adolescence. I think I’m not cut out for their world.”
“And that right there, sweetheart, is exactly why you would be the best for any one of them.”
“I don’t know that I’m the best for anyone. I’m still figuring out me.”
She smiled the soft way only Faye does. “Honey, you are a breath of fresh air. Been around a long time, this life, these women. You are strong in the quiet way. You are honest about yourself and where you are versus the fairytale of where you want to be.”
“I don’t think fairytales exist for me.”
She shook her head. “Oh honey, I don’t know what your past holds but I can tell you have this reservation to you about everyone. You’re safe here.”
“Didn’t live a life where the people around me were as up front as everyone here is.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Someone played games with you.”
It was a statement not a question, but nevertheless I still replied. “Everyone played games with everyone where I came from. Except Lyric and our grandparents. They were the only authentic people around me.”
“You ever love someone who scared the hell out of you?” Her gaze shifted from me to the group of Kings over in the expanded lobby area that had tables for our new continental breakfast.
I frowned. “What do you mean scared me? Like afraid of being harmed?”
She smiled a slow, knowing grin. “No. Not scared of them as a person. But the kind of man where they walk into the room and the air changes recognizing the power in that man’s blood. Like you know without a doubt if anyone or anything ever came for you, they’d cease to exist before they ever got close enough to hurt you. The kind of scary that leaves you wrapped in the cocoon of a safety, security, and acceptance only that man can give. The kind of consuming passion that leaves you hating to be apart for long.”
I shifted uncomfortably. “I have never known anyone with a love like that, Faye.”
“Then, sweetheart, you have no idea what it is to love a biker.” She spoke in a teasing manner but not unkind. “They don’t do halfway, Melody. It’s all or nothing and a give and take unlike anything you’ll ever experience with any other kind of man. When a biker wants you, they claim you. And when they claim you, you belong to them. Not in a fairytale way. No, a bone deep, etched in stone, beyond this life time kind of way. And once you have it, don’t ever fuck it up. To betray a biker is to build an un-collapsible wall that will forever keep that man away from your grasp from this lifetime to the next.”
I knew my eyes were wide open in shock. “Faye, that sounds…, well for lack of a better word, intense.”
She laughed. “It is and it’s not for everyone. Matter of fact, it’s not for most women. You have to be strong enough to stand on your own, even knowing he’ll always be there to catch you. At the same time, you can’t get lost in him because you’ll forget who you are. A biker doesn’t fall easy and they don’t claim what they can find everywhere. They love you more for staying true to your own fire.”