Summer
I try not to wince as Eve, my agent-turned-amazing-friend, clutches my hand tighter in a death grip as we stand outside the biker bar we found on the internet just last night. Neither one of us is making a single move to enter the popular bar with its overly large “McAdams” sign. The old wooden letters with its broken red neon fixtures loom over our heads and grow creepier as the shadows around it deepen from the glow of the setting sun.
Even though this was all my idea to come here in the first place, I’m starting to question my sanity and my choice of outfits for tonight.
My red, slinky mini-dress looks more suited for a night of dancing at a ritzy nightclub than this rugged, rough-and-tumble place. This bar seems so out of place that one would think we’re not still deep in Kansas City. What I mean to say is this biker bar stands out—and not in a good way.
I shake my head, trying to sweep away my worries while I mentally remind myself that now is not the time to weasel out of this newest adventure I planned out for myself. My career was on the line… Well, it actually isn’t on the line, but it might as well be.
With an internal snort, I smooth a shaky hand down my wavy, naturally raven-colored locks and resist the urge to make sure my simple makeup is still in place.
“I'm sure everything will be fine,” I say again for the umpteenth time since I came up with this hare-brained scheme, but I’m not sure if I’m saying it for Eve’s benefit or for mine. “I just need some experience and then we can put this all behind us,” I say firmly, but there’s a clear, nervous wobble in my voice as I eye the rowdy people loitering around near their shiny motorcycles on the side of the old-timey pinewood walls of the bar.
Usually, I love a good rowdy crowd of people, but my game plan for tonight has me too on edge to actually relax in the too-drunk atmosphere of the outside of this bar.
Eve shakes her head. Her severely drawn-back bun waves with the motion as her brown eyes widen in her milk chocolate face while we shuffle to the side, narrowly managing to avoid the fight that’s just broken out near us.
“Why couldn’t you have chosen anywhere else? I'm sure a librarian or a teacher would have given you the experience you're looking for.” Eve chews her plump bottom lip and shuffles from foot-to-foot. She is practically quaking in her black, red-bottom heels.
I roll my eyes.
“So boring! I want adventure, not to be bored to tears. I need a manly man.” I sigh dreamily at the thought of my recent fantasies of muscle-bound strangers that would fuck me as hard as I’m begging to be fucked.
Unconsciously, I take a step towards the bar, but Eve pulls me right on back beside her.
“Teachers and librarians can be manly. Maybe we can find you one on Tinder.” She nods in response to my shaking head and tries to pull me away from the sketchy bar and back towards her cute, cherry-red Beemer. I dig my heels into the pavement stubbornly, refusing to move another inch.
“Eve, I’m a virgin who writes crummy erotic novels and who’s also pushing thirty, if I may add.” I dig the side comment in, so she knows I mean business. “My books need some spice, and I would think that as my agent, you would be pushing me to get that experience.” I stand my ground though my cheeks are on fire as Eve gapes at me in disbelief.
“Summer, I’m all for a twenty-nine-year-old trying to get her groove on, but a biker bar? That’s too much spice. It’s a no for me.” Eve crosses her arms stubbornly under her breasts, rumpling her trendy pink blazer as she sets her face in a disapproving frown that I just know she’s perfected from her son going through his “terrible three’s”.
I sigh. It’s time to change tactics.
“Eeeeeve,” I whine and tug at her crossed arms like a bratty kid, not giving one shit that I’m causing a scene. I’ve never been one to care about people’s opinions anyway, but Eve, on the other hand, is a different story.
“No.” Her thick plum-colored lips pull thin.
“Eeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvve,” I whine and toss myself dramatically at her, forcing her to catch me before I fall to the ground.
“Summer—” she warns sternly, trying to push me off her.
“Eeeeeve.” My voice rises by another octave, drawing a couple more eyes in our direction while I continue to bully my friend with my over-the-top dramatics.
“Summer, don’t,” she warns. Her eyes are glinting but the hard stare-down is ruined by her unwilling snorts of laughter.
“If you don’t come with me, I’ll shout out what color panties you got on today,” I threaten my prudish friend and give a warning tug to her knee-length, white, pencil skirt. She gasps and slaps my hand away while I laugh like an evil genius. I know for a fact by the appalled-slash-amused look on her face that I just won her over.
“You probably would since you’re insane.” She shakes her head with a sisterly shove to my shaking shoulders. “Alright let’s go in, but I’m sitting at the bar and staying right there.” She crosses her arms again as if to physically tell me that she means it.
I roll my unique grey eyes—which, supposedly, I inherited from my mom, according to my dad—skyward. I would agree more with my dad’s statement if I had more to go off of the woman who died in childbirth with me than the bundle of black-and-white pictures my dad took of her when he was a photography nut going through his greyscale and silhouette phase.
Coming back to the present, I realize Eve is still waiting for my answer to her ultimatum.
“Fine, but you have to take a shot with me.” I poke her in the ribs as we take our first steps across the cracked parking lot into the dimly lit bar, which is just as rowdy and rustic inside as it is on the outside. I feel like I’m looking at someone’s take on an old-timey saloon with a leather-and-biker-themed modern twist.
“Let’s get that drink,” Eve sighs, looking distinctly uncomfortable as she eyes the drunk mosh pit that surrounds the wooden stage where a grungy, heavy metal band is playing.
Picking our way through the crowd, we find an empty area in the corner of the bar and take a seat. Surprisingly, everything is more well-kempt than I expected and there’s even eye candy behind the bar in the form of a sexy, blond bear of a man. I’m assuming he’s the bartender since he just handed someone a drink, so as soon as I catch his eye, I signal him over to me and Eve.
“What can I get you ladies?” His grin is positively sinful, though it’s mostly targeted at Eve then in my direction. I roll my lips to contain my snort as the flirty look the deliciously rugged bartender is giving Eve goes right over her head. She is too focused on scowling at the selections of alcohol behind him to pay attention to a certain someone who’s giving her the “I want to know you in more than one way” eyes.
“We’ll have two shots of tequila each,” I shout over the music. Eve snaps her head towards me.
“You said one shot.”
“I did but now we’re having two,” I smirk at her teasingly and even have the extra audacity to shrug while she balks at me.
“Tequila coming right up.” The sexy bartender winks at me after checking our IDs and saunters away after I wink right on back at him.
“Summer.” Eve gives me a disapproving stare.
“Eve.” I mock her tone and mimic her glare before I bump her shoulder with a carefree laugh. “You, my sweet friend, need to get laid more than I do, and we both know tequila loosens up that tight bun of yours.” I grin.
“I do not need to get laid,” she mumbles and straightens her blazer while studiously avoiding my gaze because she knows I’m right. We both know she’s complained multiple times over the years how tired she is of wearing out all her vibrators. What Eve needs is a man to wear her out instead, and I think a certain bartender might be just the thing she needs.
“Oh, yeah?” I challenge. “I thought it’s been almost four years since Mike last dusted off those cobwebs.” I stare her down.
“So?” she shoots back defensively. “I don’t need sex. I got a kid from the last time I did that. I’m beyond good on the sex front.”
“Mmhm. That’s not what that stick up your butt says,” I tease to soften my words and poke her in the arm. Eve rolls her eyes and slaps my finger away as if I’m dirtying her pristine pink blazer with my touch.
“How about I take the shots if you shut up about my lack of a sex life,” Eve sighs and arches a perfect brow at me. I purse my lips and narrow my eyes.
“Fiiine. But just so you know, I want you to be able to live a little, too,” I huff, not being able to give up on trying one more time. A surprised chuckle bubbles out of Eve’s throat and she shakes her head at me.
“Summer, you live enough for the both of us. You’re always up to do something crazy and now you’re planning to lose your virginity to a random biker.” She snorts. “This is officially going to the top of the ‘Crazy Summer’ list.” She pokes me to soften the solid burn. I shrug anyhow and accept the shots from the sexy bartender with a smile.
“You only live once.” I grin and take both shots straight up for a bit of liquid courage. Eve gives me a dry look with her shots still in front of her.
“Summer. I honestly think the term ‘White girl wasted’ was invented because of people like you.” I shrug again with a smirk and shoot one of her shots, too, for good measure.
“I’m only half-white, so I highly doubt that.” I grin while Eve just shakes her head at my wild antics that haven’t changed once since we met five years ago.
“You’re just lucky you have an insane alcohol tolerance, or I would be dragging your crazy, barely five-feet, Asian butt back home,” she mumbles around her grimace of distaste after sipping her shot. I laugh and lean my head on my fist that’s propped on the bar and eye her as Eve takes another sip of her shot of Tequila and shivers. “Anyways, do you see someone you’re interested in?” she asks while sticking her tongue out as if to get rid of the taste of the Tequila and pushes the rest of her shot further away from her with the back of her manicured hand.
“Not yet. I’ve been too busy messing around with you,” I chuckle as Eve practically shoves me off the bar stool in her amused annoyance.
“Look around then, jeeze,” she snorts. I make a farting noise with my lips pressed together as a response and turn slightly on my bar stool with my elbow resting behind me on the bar top as my eyes roam lazily around the leather-and-denim-attired crowd.
We haven’t been here long, but I’m still a bit disappointed, though. Besides the man candy behind the bar who’s obviously only interested in Eve, there’s just below-average guys and show-offs left.
I’m about to turn back around and complain to Eve that this adventure might just be a bust when suddenly there’s a small lull in the crowd near the pool table situated at the opposite end of the biker bar from me and Eve and my heart misses a beat when I see them.
There’s two guys standing by themselves with the pool table between them and they’re GORGEOUS. One looks like a dark-haired, dangerous Brad Pitt from the movie Troy and the other guy looks exactly like if Morris Chestnut decided to take on a role as a commander of a biker gang. My mouth goes dry and without knowing I’m doing it, I get to my feet and start weaving through the crowd of people towards the two leather-and-denim-clad, living Greek statues.
Distantly, I’m aware that I just left Eve alone at the bar without a word, but it’s as if my feet are on autopilot while my brain shorts out. Maybe that’s why the first thing that comes out of my stupid mouth when I finally get to the pool table and have two sexy sets of eyes on me is …
“You’re so hot.”
Seriously. I could kick myself, but for the life of me I can’t get my brain to get its shit together in the face of all this masculine beauty. Men that look like these two tall Adonises only ever existed in a good erotic novel or on the TV for me. Never in real life.
“So are you,” Biker Morris Chestnut purrs, leaning on his pool stick as his dark eyes run appreciatively over my slinky dress. I blush and have to push myself not to fidget under his direct stare. I even have to remind myself that I’m shooting for seductive woman, not awkward teen with an instant crush.
“Do you want to play, Kitten?” Dark-haired Brad Pitt gestures to the pool table with a sexy tilt of his lips and now I’m fighting not to press my legs together after his intentional play on words.
Play it cool, Summer. I mentally remind myself and as smooth as I can, I stroll further into the dark corner and select a pool stick, which I then prop against the table with a pointed look towards them.
“Sure. What are we wagering?” I smile and pretend to become really invested in setting up the pool balls, but what I’m really doing is making sure these two sexy men get that I’m here for way more than a simple game of pool as I brush against them while I collect the balls and practically strut my stuff in front of them.
“That depends on if you’re single or not,” Biker Morris Chestnut announces, cutting straight to the point. I lick my lips and take the first shot of the pool balls, sinking a striped ball in one go while I purposely keep them waiting for a moment.
“Oh, I’m definitely single. What about you two?” I smirk and miss my next shot on purpose just in case they end up telling me they’ll take me to bed if they win. Well, at least I’m hoping that’ll be the wager when they make it.
“We’re single, too, but are you sure a tiny Kitten like you can handle two rough bastards like us?” Dark-haired Brad Pitt looks at my slender frame pointedly while he all but fully announces that they intend to share me between them if I’m up for it.
A case of sudden nerves tries to have me shaking in my six-inch heels as I run my eyes over both of their tall, fit physiques, but I brush the feeling away quickly. I’ve never backed down from an adventure before and I wasn’t about to start now. Plus, I was tired of holding onto my virginity and praying for a guy to treat me right. It didn’t help things that because of the douchebags from my past, I’d all but given up on the dating scene. Hence my current willing-to-have-a-one-night-stand predicament.
Eve may call me insane but just because I was a wild child at heart, didn’t mean that I didn’t have standards, and these two, tall, muscular beauties were definitely up my alley.
“Oh, I know I can.” My voice is husky with interest, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that I wanted them both in my bed.
The men share a look before they grin and it’s not long before the game is over with Biker Morris Chestnut winning by a landslide with help from yours truly.
“What do we get now that I won?” he asks and takes a step closer towards me. My heart stutters in my chest and I feel—rather than see—Dark-haired Brad Pitt come up behind me, but neither of them are crowding me. If anything, they’ve left enough space for me to leave if I wanted, but I’m not leaving.
I want this. I want them. So, it’s not surprising to any of us when my answer is, “Me.”
“I’m Reed,” Dark-haired Brad Pitt murmurs into my ear behind me, his deep voice causing delicious shivers to march up and down my spine before the feeling finally settles on my throbbing clit.
“And I’m Darian. Are you sure about this, though?” Biker Morris Chestnut (or Darian, I mentally correct myself) inches closer but keeps his distance. His eyes, however, are burning a path down my body like he can’t wait to see what’s under my dress.
“I’m sure,” I gasp as Reed brushes his large hand over my hip and I can practically feel the heat of his hand through my shimmery, red dress. “Um. Let’s just stop at the bar really quick so I can tell my friend that I’m leaving,” I mumble and all but stumble out from between them, desire already pooling slick wetness between my thighs and making me weak in the knees.
They nod in agreement, but when we get to the bar, Eve is nowhere to be found and neither is that sexy bear-like bartender. Darian was able to ask the remaining bartender some questions and apparently Eve and the sexy bartender, who’s actually the owner of this place, left together not too long ago.
“Are you sure that’s what he said? It is loud in here,” I ask Darian again while I try to call Eve on my cellphone for the third time, but all I get back is a text message saying she’s busy and she’ll call me back later. I frown at my phone. Eve never avoids a phone call with a text. Especially from me.
“Yeah. That’s what Mac said. Your friend left with the owner of the bar, Jim, not too long ago,” Darian repeats what he already told me earlier with his own frown as I stow my phone back in my bra. Yeah, I know I’m not supposed to do that, but I was too lazy to carry a purse today.
“We can always just do this another time and call you a ride,” Reed offers and I actually start to consider his offer because I’m just that worried about Eve. But what if I don’t get this chance again?
Eve did say that she would call me later and though her texting me instead of answering her phone is strange, I’m pretty sure it’s only strange because she usually has no life apart from her son, so she’s always available to talk. I shake my head, trying to push my worries to the side.
Eve was a grown woman. It all just sounded like she finally decided to take my advice and dust off those cobwebs from her cooch. I huff a sigh and tap my phone to make sure it was secure against my boob just in case Eve decided to call sooner rather than later.
“No. Let’s do this.” I smile and turn with them towards the door and my future non-virgin status that’ll hopefully bring life back into my books.
