Stone

Piper He had black hair, cut long on top, shaved and faded on the sides. He was clean-shaven, which surprised me because most of the bikers in here had beards. His skin was a dark caramel color, and his eyes were two dark pools of melted chocolate. His leather cut sat on broad shoulders with muscular arms through it. He had a black T-shirt on with dark blue jeans and s**t kicker boots. He looked tall, maybe as tall as Craig or an inch taller. One of his companions shouted something, and he turned to flip the man off. On the back of his cut was a big bulldog with a spiked collar and devil horns. He was part of the Devil Dogs MC. He turned back around, and I heard him chuckle. It was deep and smooth, and I felt it in my body. He pulled out the stool beside me and sat. Cobra put a Coors beer in front of him. He turned to me and stared. I looked at him, my drink, and then at Cobra, who was smiling widely. “Careful, sweetheart, he bites?” I licked my lips and looked at the man. His eyes tracked my tongue. “Hard?” I asked. What the f**k, Piper? Where the hell did that come from? I took a sip of my drink. He smiled, and I swear my p***y wept. His smile was beautiful. Straight white teeth, full kissable lips. “If you want,” he said. God, his early chuckle didn’t do him justice. He had a slight accent, Mexican was my guess. It was sexy as f**k. His voice was deep and smooth. I pressed my thighs together to contain the tingle I felt in my c**t. He noticed and smirked. I took another drink to keep my mouth busy before I latched my lips onto him. Cobra chuckled. “He’s harmless,” he said. “Men who look like him and who are described as harmless end up on true crime documentaries.” Cobra and the man whose name patch read "Stone" threw their heads back and roared with laughter. I noticed the man's companions looked over shocked. Did he not laugh a lot? I found myself wanting to change that. My phone buzzed, Craig was calling, I instantly swiped it and took a bigger drink of my Bloody Maria. My phone went off again, had me growling, and I finally turned it off. “Not someone you want to talk to?” Stone asked. “No.” “Maybe he wants to talk to you,” he said. “Well, he’s s**t out of luck, because I don’t associate with men who aren’t loyal and who f**k other women while they're married.” “Ahhh,” he said, taking a sip from his beer. “Cheating husband?” “Yep, walked in on him last night, sinking his uncovered d**k in some redhead. I’ve never been so thankful that I insisted on using condoms our whole marriage. I didn’t want kids yet. Plus, he hasn’t touched me in four months.” Whoa, share much, Piper? “Sorry, rambling,” I said. “That’s okay, it’s his loss. He’s a moron.” I snorted. “He hurt you,” he said. “You must be psychic,” I snarked. He looked at me calmly. “No, I just know the look on your face.” “And what look is that?” “The look that says you’re trying really hard not to fall apart in public.” That shut me up. Damn him. “Do you always buy alcohol for strange women and give psychic wisdom?” “Only the sad ones,” he said. “Ahh, so this is charity work,” I shot back. He smirked. I liked it. “I like your sarcasm.” I didn’t know what to say to that. I gave him a small smile. “Prez, you flirting, or playing? Pool table opened up.” His eyes stayed on me. He ignored his friend. “You waiting on someone?” he asked. “Not anymore,” I boldly said. His eyes darkened. I licked more Tajin off the rim of my glass. I heard a low hum come from him. I studied him more. He had tattoos all down his arms, on his hands, and on his knuckles. He had heavy silver rings on his fingers. One was a bulldog on his middle finger. The spiked collar and horns looked sharp. “You’re looking a little hungry, sweetheart,” he said. “Yeah, starving,” I whispered. He looked at me, his eyes roaming my face, and then he laughed. “Well, at least you’re honest,” he said. “I am nothing if not honest and loyal. It’s the two traits I find most attractive, and I live by them,” I said. “Then his betrayal must have hit hard.” “You have no idea. But it’s okay, karma will bite him in the ass very soon.” “I don’t doubt it,” he said. Finishing his beer. I finished my drink too. “So, Stone,” I said, looking at his name patch more pointedly. “Why are you called that? That can’t be your government name.” “No, it’s not. But I got my name because my fists feel like Stone when they hit you. Not that you have any worry about that. I don’t hit women. But some of my men can attest to my claim.” Interesting. A biker with morals. “I think you’re beautiful,” he suddenly said. The smile that came across my face was slow but appreciative. “Thank you. I think you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.” Yeah, the alcohol was doing its job, loosening my inhibitions. “You have a name,” he asked. My eyes flicked down to his name patch, and then I looked back at him. “You first.” He smiled. Damn, it was wicked. “Nah,” he said. I narrowed my eyes. “Serial killer behavior right there,” I said, and he chuckled. “Smart woman.” Cobra snorted. “Oh, yeah. You two are definitely making bad decisions tonight.” He walked away after saying that little gem. Stone didn’t look away from me. His stare got more and more heated. “Maybe,” he whispered. And for the first time since walking in on my husband f*****g another woman, I smiled a real smile. “Why don’t we get out of here?” he asked. “It’ll have to be your place or a motel. I can’t really drive right now.” “Can you hold on to me on the back of my bike?” A thrill shot through me. “Yeah,” I said. He stood and held out his hand. I put a hundred on the bar for Cobra. I grabbed my purse and put my hand in Stone's hand. He whistled to get his friend's attention, made a hand signal, and the two men nodded. Then I was following him, my eyes glued to his ass. Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man’s ass so biteable. When we walked out of the bar, I blinked a few times. I looked at my car. “Your car will be fine,” he said. I decided to trust him. We rounded a corner to the back of the bar, and there were a number of bikes parked there. We went to a matte black Harley. He looked at my hair, reached up, and took out my bun. His breath hitched when my hair fell around my face and down my back. “Glorious, he mumbled. Then he put a helmet on my head and snapped the chin strap in place. He grabbed another helmet from a different bike and put it on his head. He got on his motorcycle and then helped me on the back. He told me to watch the pipe he pointed at, saying it got really hot. Showed me where to put my feet and told me to hold on real tight. He started his bike, and I squealed a little. The vibration between my legs shook me for a minute. The lust in me ratcheted up. I put my arms around Stone's waist. In minutes, we were on the road. Ten minutes later, he was pulling up to a motel. It wasn’t anything fancy, just one of those roadside motels that weary travelers stay in for a night or two. He parked in front of room number two. We didn’t say anything to each other as we got off the bike and walked to the room. He opened it with a swipe of a card. I took a deep breath and followed him inside. There was no turning back, and I realized I didn’t even want to.