CULVER: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel Read Online Free PDF

light hit the bar at that angle…

 
    I nearly missed the conversation while I was dazedly admiring the light.
When I shook my head, returning to reality, I had missed the beginning of
whatever the boy was saying.

 
    “…little pleasure trip. But not for Boon. He’s got some beef with his
pop. To be honest, he’s got beef with everyone. Not, you know, in a bad way. We
love him. He’s just…different. Tank’s probably pissed he brought you around,”
he said.

 
    “Why? What’s wrong with us?” I asked, my mouth struggling to form words.
I drank my beer quickly, suddenly realizing how thirsty I was. The two boys
grinned at each other.

 
    “Nothing. You just ain’t our type of girls,” one said, with a chuckle.

 
    “Any of you been on a bike before?” the other said, a knowing look in his
eyes. I didn’t like that look; it was demeaning.

 
    “Actually, yes. We all have. You ever heard of Beartooth Rally? We all
went last year,” I said, lying through my teeth. It was surprisingly easy to
lie in my current state. It also wasn’t that big a lie; we had all ridden motorcycles before. There’s not much to do in
Montana, and taking a quick ride on the back of your Dad’s bike, or uncle’s
bike, or boyfriend’s bike, or friend’s boyfriend’s bike, was a popular way to
spend an afternoon.

 
    Alicia and Becky looked at me wide-eyed, and I prayed they’d go along
with the lie. In true best friend fashion, they did.

 
    “Yeah, I love bikes,” Alicia said, grinning ear to ear at me.

 
    “No big deal,” Becky added, doing her part. Boon came up to the table
just at that moment and took his seat back, a dour look on his face.

 
    “Get reamed?” one of the boys asked with a genuine look of concern.

 
    “Nah. Just got some info on that job in Cody,” Boon said, shaking his
head.

 
    “You’re not about that, are you? Gotta say, some of us aren’t, either,”
said the other boy. The three guys were having their own conversation, ignoring
us entirely, and I was getting really curious. Worried that my current state
would lead me to pry, I busied myself with drinking my beer. Boon lit another
cigarette.

 
    “Yeah, well, some of us ain’t all of us, and if Tank says we do it, we do
it,” he said, as though he were reciting lines from a play. He turned back to
us, attempting to smile. It was something of a failure; the concern stayed
etched in his face.

 
    “So, ladies, where to next? You don’t wanna stick around here with these
assholes all night, do you?”

 
    “Actually, I hate to be ‘that girl’, but I’m really getting awfully
tired,” Becky said. I could tell she was being honest, and that she felt bad
about being a buzz-kill. To be honest, I was getting tired, too. The pot had
gone straight to my head and, in conjunction with the more-than-usual amount of
alcohol I’d had, I was finding myself getting pretty sleepy.

 
    “Me too,” Alicia slurred, her eyes half-lidded already. Boon nodded, not
looking disappointed but also not looking happy. I looked at my phone. It was
2am. I was amazed; how had time slipped by so fast? It was definitely time to
get going.

 
    “Okay, girls, a cab?” I said, thinking that none of us would be able to
find our way back to the hotel, and that if I had to walk a whole block in my
heels I’d probably wind up sleeping on the street.

 
    “I’ll call you one,” Boon said, pulling out his phone. After a brief
conversation, he hung up. “Fifteen minutes.”

 
    “Just enough time to pee,” I said, giggling at the way the word “pee”
sounded. It sounded very, very funny to me. I got up, wobbling slightly, and
looked around for the restroom. Boon pointed behind him, and I saw a narrow
corridor with a unisex bathroom sign. It was tucked away in a dark corner, and
I would never have found it on my own.

 
    I smiled at him and made my way towards the bathroom, feeling lightheaded
and giddy. I nearly fell