Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (31 page)

Just like Kaden had said, it was only about two blocks and a pretty quick walk from the motel. One look at the place and it was clear that this place didn’t necessarily belong in a town like this. Yet something told me that it was the perfect place for me at the moment.

Chapter 2

Sitting down at the bar, I noticed the place wasn’t very crowded. I had a feeling that wouldn’t last very long, especially with the way Kaden talked about the food. The room was set up in a way that would keep the diners and the bar patrons separate. There were tables and booths at one end of the room, with a bar in the middle, and pool tables at the other end. The bar seemed like the perfect spot. Seeing how my day had gone so far, I was definitely going to need a couple of beers, if not a shot or two.

Not long after I sat down, a hot ass brunette came over to take my order. The black V-neck she was wearing cut low enough to give me a glimpse of the most gorgeous set of tits I’d seen in years. The kind you wanted to use as a pillow after a marathon round of sex. There was a snap in front of my face, breaking me out of my day dream. I let the lazy grin that made the girls wet their panties, spread across my face.

“Nice try buddy that ‘spread your legs for me’ smile isn’t going to work on me. I’ve seen it one too many times,” she snapped at me, hands on her hips.

She was any guy’s wet dream, but with a snarky mouth like hers, it was probably best to stay the hell away. I didn’t need to add shit to my plate for the few days I was going to be in town. Or at least that’s what I told myself as I opened my mouth to do the exact opposite.

“Can I at least get your name?”

The smirk that appeared across her face made it clear that this was going to be a fun game, even if it was one I shouldn’t be playing. Then again, banter  could be good, it didn’t have to be anything serious. “Now why would I do that? Then you can have me at your beck and call.”

Deliberately letting my eyes wander down her body. “What would give you that impression?”

She pulled a towel from her back pants pocket and wiped her hands on it. “Oh, so you’re not like every other guy who walks through that door looking for a quick fuck?”

Chuckling, I shook my head. It had been a while since I’d felt this relaxed with another person. “Well that’s where you’re wrong. I came in for the food I heard all about. The fact that the bartender looks like you is just a plus.”

Rolling her eyes at me, she stepped up to the counter, handing me a menu. “Alright then, since you’re here for
food
what can I get you?”

After a quick scan, I closed it and set it on the bar. “I think I’ll have the Ryan burger special,” I said, looking up into eyes that were a mix of blue and gray.

Her smirk turned into a slight smile. “That’s a good choice. Anything to drink?”

“Sam Adams, whatever you have on tap.”

Nodding, she walked over to the taps and picked up a clean glass, her eyes never leaving mine. The number of times she’d done that was obvious when she didn’t need to look down to see when the glass was full. She set the glass in front of me. “I’ll bring your order out when it’s ready.”

“Thanks”

The beer went down smoothly just like I knew it would. It was exactly what I needed. This was just the beginning. It was a good thing the motel was in walking distance. My stomach started to rumble, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since this morning when I left the last motel. This was where I probably would have stopped for lunch and kept on my way. Since I was stuck here, I was going to make the most of being able to sit back and not have to worry about finding a job. I had enough saved up for more than a week without having to worry about working to replace it.

It wasn’t long before the brunette returned with my meal and holy shit did I choose correctly. The burger was huge and smelled amazing. It barely fit in my hands when I picked it up, but the first bite was worth it. With how hungry I was, it didn’t take me long to finish it. Ironically the brunette didn’t stray far from where I was sitting. It seemed as if all her talk was just for show. Every time I looked away from the TV, I caught her watching me. And each time she averted her eyes and pretended to do something behind the bar. By my third beer, I noticed that I was starting to watch her as well. It had been a little while since I fucked someone as hot as her and even though she made it
clear that it wasn’t happening, I still found myself fantasizing about what she would taste like when I licked
right through the folds of her wet pussy.

There was yelling that interrupted my thoughts. When I looked up I realized that I’d lost sight of her. Scanning the bar I saw that it was her yelling at two guys. One was at least as big as me, the other a little smaller. The big guy probably had about fifty pounds on me. Her face was flushed and she ordered them to leave over and over again. Against my better judgment, I stood and made my way over to where the assholes kept on pushing.

“Is this shit really necessary?” I asked standing behind the guys.

Without warning the smaller of the two turned, fist raised and threw a punch at my face. At that moment, all the fights I’d been in since I struck out on my own were going to come in handy. I was able to duck, forcing him to swing into midair. What I didn’t take into account was the beefier guy being able to move as quickly as he did, landing a shot directly to my ribs.

“Shit,” I grunted, grabbing a hold of my side. It was a pretty good possibility that they were bruised, but that really wasn’t what I had to worry about. If I didn’t get the upper hand, these two were going to kick my ass.

“Tony. Brandon. Knock it the hell off,” the bartender screamed, as I came up swinging, cutting my fist across the face of the beefy dude.
Just as fast two arms wrapped around my body, in an attempt to pin them down. I was able to use the leverage and throw my body weight back enough to kick the guy in front of me in the stomach, sending him flying to his ass.

Unfortunately that threw us both off balance and we ended up crashing into a table, and onto the floor. I heard the glass break below me as my head slammed to the floor, but it wasn’t until I felt the trickle of blood down the side of my face did I realize that it had cut a spot near my eyebrow.
The adrenaline deadening the pain.

It was only a brief moment to wipe away the blood, yet it was enough for one of them to get their arms around me again, while his buddy kicked his foot into my ribs.

“Tony!” the bartender screamed, as she tried to grab the smaller guy around the waist to keep him from kicking me again.

It was enough to give me the chance to flip my fist back into Brandon’s face. Not a full punch, just enough to get him off of me. Getting to my feet, I
ignored the blood dripping from the cut above my eye. Pulling my arm back, I let my fist slam into his nose.

“Motherfucker,” he screamed. Blood flying everywhere, I was pretty sure it was broken. An arm slipped around my throat, pulling me back and just as quickly it was gone. When I turned I saw the reason why. Kaden had the other guy in a head lock.

“You assholes again? How many more times are we gonna do this before you to idiots get the hint?” He shoved his hand into the guy’s face, dropping him to the floor with a broken nose to match his buddies.

“Son of a bitch,” Brandon cursed, covering his face with his hands in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

“We’re not leaving until we get what we came for,” Tony said with a muffled voice.

“Oh you’re leaving alright,” the bartender announced. “That is unless you want me to let these two beat the shit out of you some more while we wait for the cops to come.” She looked back and forth between the two of them. “Now listen very closely, this is the last time you screw with my business. The next time you show your face through that door, I’ll have the police here to pick you up.”

“Should I show them the door?” Kaden asked.

“Definitely,” she said watching as both of the idiots were forcibly removed from the bar by Kaden.

With the distraction now gone, the pain in my ribs and head were becoming more uncomfortable. Miraculously there was a chair still standing that I sank down into. That was when I noticed the rest of the people in the bar standing around and watching.
Why oh why was this shit always happening to me?
Most of the time I had no problem staying out of other’s people’s shit. Then there were those times that my conscience roared to life and put me in situations like this. Places that I didn’t need to be.

Taking a deep breath at the frustration with myself, the pain seared through my side. “Shit.”

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” the bartender came running over with a towel in her hand and pressed it to the cut over my eye to stop the bleeding.

Not wanting to draw in more air than I needed, I simply nodded.

“You alright man?” Kaden asked walking over to where I was sitting.

“I’ve been better. Who were those assholes?”

“
They
were the dipshits I bought the bar from a few years ago. It was—” the bartender started to say.

“Wait…you’re Ryan?” I stumbled over my words. I expected the owner to be a guy as I’m sure everyone else did as well. The woman standing in front of me did not fit the stereotype of a bar owner. Although by now I should have learned my lesson about stereotypes. Most of the time, they weren’t true.
Especially in my case.

“That’s me, but with two n’s at the end,” she said, sounding slightly exasperated. “I not surprised you thought I’d be a guy, most people do. I’m used to it by now.”

She tilted my head back and removed the towel from my head. Pushing her fingers around the cut, caused me to flinch, sending a sharp pain through my ribs. I gritted my teeth to keep from yelling out.

“This is going to need stitches,” she said. Standing, she turned to face the rest of the room.
“Alright everyone, go back to your dinners. We’ll have this mess cleaned up in no time.” Turning towards the bar, she looked over at a taller blond behind the bar. “Jimmy, can you grab a couple of guys to help you get this cleaned up while I take…” She looked down, waiting for me to fill in my name.

“Ryder.”

“…Ryder to the hospital?” She looked around at Kaden. “Do you think you could help me get him into my truck?”

“No problem,” Kaden said, taking a step towards me.

“I’m fine,” I said getting to my feet. “I just need to…” The room began to spin and I grabbed the back of the chair for support.

“Yeah, real fine,” Ryann said, grabbing a hold of my arm. “You’re coming with me.”

A hospital bill was not something I had the money for at the moment. “Just take me back to the motel to lie down. I’ll be fine.”

“Come on you’re going to the hospital.” She leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Don’t worry about the
bill, I’m taking care of it.”

It was like she could read my mind. I wasn’t sure if that made me more comfortable or uncomfortable. Either way, I nodded knowing that I probably did need medical attention. Kaden and Ryann helped me out to Ryann’s truck. This was the second time that I’d needed help with something and Kaden had to help me out. I didn’t trust very easy, so it was interesting to find myself willing to accept help from strangers once again.

Chapter 3

The waiting room was crowded, but since the cut was still bleeding they took me back fairly quickly.
Which was good because I was starting to feel a little fuzzy. The doctor performed a few tests and determined that, not only did I have bruised ribs, but I also had a mild concussion as well.

Just fucking great.

“You’ll need someone to stay with you for the next twenty-four hours,” the nurse said, while filling out my discharge paperwork. The doctor had already stitched up the cut and left the room. I wasn’t going to argue with her about staying with someone. If I told her that I was staying in a motel by myself, she probably would stop me from leaving and admit me.

“Do you have someone to drive you home?” she asked.

“Yeah. There’s someone in the waiting room. They drove me here earlier.”

“Good. You also shouldn’t be driving for the next twenty-four hours either.”

“Not a problem,” I agreed, squinting against the bright lights. At the moment all I wanted was to get out of there and sleep.