The Biker's Cherry © 2022 by Glenna Maynard

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  Contents

  ROYAL BASTARDS CODE

  Suggested Reading Order

  The Biker’s Cherry

  1. Chapter One

  2. Chapter Two

  3. Chapter Three

  4. Chapter Four

  5. Chapter Five

  6. Chapter Six

  7. Chapter Seven

  8. Chapter Eight

  9. Chapter Nine

  10. Chapter Ten

  11. Chapter Eleven

  12. Chapter Twelve

  13. Chapter Thirteen

  14. Chapter Fourteen

  15. Chapter Fifteen

  16. Epilogue

  Dear Reader,

  Claiming The Biker

  Playlist

  Acknowledgement

  About Glenna

  Death’s Desire

  Other Books by Glenna

  ROYAL BASTARDS CODE

  PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.

  RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.

  HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.

  OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’ Lady. PERIOD.

  CHURCH is MANDATORY.

  LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, including well-being.

  HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.

  TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.

  TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.

  NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.

  Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV

  Suggested Reading Order

  The Biker’s Kiss

  Lady & The Biker

  Tempting The Biker

  Keeping The Biker

  The Biker’s Lucky Charm

  Taken By The Biker

  Bewitching The Biker

  The Biker’s Cherry

  The Biker’s Cherry

  Navarro

  I’m a prospect. The low man in the hierarchy of my club.

  There’s nothing I want more than being a Royal Bastard but her. Kimber is off limits. Too damn young and wild for a man like me. I try to keep my distance, but no matter where I turn, there she is. Alluring and forbidden. One temptation I’m not sure I can resist. When she calls me in distress, I don’t hesitate to answer even if doing so may cost me everything. Including my life.

  Kimber

  I know I shouldn’t pine after Navarro. He’s a prospect for my Uncle Link’s MC. A man who will break my heart. I know men like him only want one thing. Only the harder he pushes me away, the more determined I am to make him mine. In the pursuit of happiness, I make a mistake with deadly consequences.

  Will Nav forgive me, or will I destroy the one man with the power to save me?

  Chapter One

  December

  The familiar sound of pipes of motorcycles roar in the distance. Like thunder, but there’s no rain. No impending storm. No matter how many times I hear that growl of a motorcycle, the thrill that shoots through me never disappoints. I put down the book I’ve been reading this week about a woman taken captive by her father’s enemy. I move to the window to take a peek when the engines cut. It’s an unusually warm day for December. I’d enjoy a ride while I could if I were them too. It’s probably my Uncle Link, but he’s usually in the company of one of his club brothers and they are F I N E. Fine. I know they think I’m a silly girl crushing on them and I am. It doesn’t mean that I can’t look and appreciate how bad ass and sexy they are. Not to mention the brownie points I get with girls at school because they think the Royal Bastards are seriously cool. That’s because they are. Way cool and even more bad ass.

  One day I’ll marry me a Harley man. A way cool bad ass of my own.

  Just as I thought. My Uncle Link. A bad ass biker in his own right. He’s my mother’s brother and a true motorcycle man through and through. He takes no shit and doesn’t hesitate to dish it out. Man has been more of a dad to me than my own blood father. He skipped out on us first chance he got. There’s no love lost there. My sperm donor was a shit husband and an even shittier father. Couldn’t hold a job. Wouldn’t lift a finger unless it was to pick up a beer can or a cigarette.

  I stare starry eyed out the front window seeing Nav is with him and my stomach drops. Nav is short for Navarro. He’s what they refer to as a prospect. He’s on probation. Wants to be a Royal Bastard. I know one thing for sure. He’s got the look of a motorcycle man down bar none. Tall, dark, and handsome. Tattoos. The beard. But his eyes. He has these blue intense eyes that remind me of the ocean and when I look into them, I could happily drown. And last but not least he has a sweet ride. The kind of man I’d have no problem climbing on the back of his bike and riding off into the sunset with.

  I know that’s a fantasy, but I dream of it anyway.

  I move away from the window and pretend I wasn’t gawking at him as my heart splinters knowing that the one thing I want more than anything in this world I can never have.

  His love.

  I’ll never be his.

  He’ll never be mine and yet I cling to the fantasy.

  He’s made it perfectly clear that he thinks I’m too young for him even though I told him I’m eighteen. My Aunt Pam, Link’s wife, got me confused with younger sister Kiesha once. Said I was fifteen in front of him and that was it. He wrote me off despite knowing better. Part of me gets it. He wants to earn his patch and pissing off my Uncle Link by making a play at me would get him a boot in his ass. The rejection doesn’t sting any less. The only thing that gives me a shred of hope is the fact that he’s not got a girlfriend that I’ve seen at least. I’m not naïve enough to believe he doesn’t sleep around. He is a biker by blood and soon by patch. Navarro is related to Banks, but Slick is his sponsor, because family isn’t allowed to sponsor family or something. I overheard Pam talking about it to her sister Jules once. I overhear a lot of club business I probably shouldn’t know anything about, but it is hard not to when I am surrounded by the club and their ol’ ladies.

  Jules is Roane’s Ol’ Lady. He’s the club’s tattooist. I’ve wanted him to do a tattoo for me since I turned sixteen, but my mother said no. At least once I graduate, she can’t stop me. Technically she can’t now, but I live at home and respect her rules for the most part. She compromised and paid for me to get my bellybutton pierced instead. I can’t complain too much. For the most part she’s cool. She had me when she was young. Too young to be having babies but here we are.

  The door to the daycare swings open. During normal hours the alarm is set to keep kids in and strangers out. The last pickup was over thirty minutes ago though. Mom and Pam are in the back going over their schedules or something. I wasn’t really paying attention. I heard, “Keep an eye on Conner and the baby. We’ll be in the office.”

  Pam and Link’s kids. I don’t mind pitching in to help. Conner is a cutie, and the baby mostly sleeps.

  Link gives me a finger wave.

  Nav lifts his chin at me with a hint of a smile playing at his lips, but it quickly disappears like maybe I imagined the whole scene because now he’s not even looking at me. Like he’s afraid to make eye contact. Guess Uncle Link gave him the if I even see you looking at my niece, I’ll gouge out your eyeballs talk again. He knows I have the hots for him. I don’t make it a secret. I chew on my bottom lip a beat then throw out a, “hey,” as Conner spots his daddy, waddling toward him doing that funny bow legged run all toddlers seem to do at his age.

  Link swoops Conner into his arms and tickles his belly before leaning over the crib where his baby girl is having sweet dreams.

  “Behave,” Link warns as he moves down the hall looking for his wife.

  I roll my eyes and Nav shoots me a grin that has my belly flip flopping. “Any big plans for Christmas?”

  Nav shrugs a shoulder not giving me anything.

  I can’t help but watch him out the corner of my eye. He’s exactly my type. Broody and moody on the outside but deep down you know that he’ll have a sweet spot for his woman. When the day comes that he settles down with an ol’ lady I’ll hate her and wish I were dead. I know he’s too old for me. That he’ll never be mine, but I can’t help the way I feel. There’s this ache so deep in my heart. I’d love him so hard. I’d be the perfect ol’ lady for him.

  Ugh. He catches me staring, but I play it off and ask more questions.

  “Oh, come on. There’s gotta be something you’re doing. Dinner with a date? Big party at the clubhouse. Time with your family? I’m going to a party with my boyfriend.”

  At the mention of my boyfriend, he seems to tense. I heard Pam on the phone once gossiping with Jules over Thanksgiving about how Nav stares at me when he thinks no one is looking. I don’t know what to read into that. I try not to think about it because I know that nothing will ever happen no matter how much I wish I were old er, or he were younger. He’ll never be mine and I’ll never be his.

  “He getting you something nice?”

  This time I do a shoulder shrug. “Maybe but I don’t know what to get him.”

  “What’s he into? Got a favorite football team?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “How long you been seeing him?”

  “Since homecoming.”

  “And you don’t know what he likes?”

  “Not really.”

  “Get him some cologne or a pocket knife.”

  I move from behind the counter where everyone checks in and out. I stop at Nav’s side and lean in close to sniff his neck. He smells like leather, a spicy woodsy scent, and cigarette smoke. Normally I’d hate the smell of smoke but if you saw Nav smoking a cigarette you’d understand. On him it works. Gives him that bad boy edge that drives all women wild. The muscle in his jaw ticks. “You smell good. What kind of cologne do you wear?”

  He takes a side step away from me while clearing his throat.

  “Kimber,” Link’s gritty voice booms and I jump.

  Nav’s gaze cuts to me and my cheeks bloom a bright shade of pink. “What?”

  “Stop flirting and get the baby in her carrier for Pam.” He no longer has Conner so I’m guessing he’s with his mom. Link telling me to get the baby ready means I’m closer to going home.

  “I wasn’t. Was just asking a simple question about a gift for Brodix.”

  “Brodix,” Nav parrots with a snort on a shake of his head.

  My brows crease. “What’s wrong with the name Brodix?”

  “Sounds like a real tool.”

  Uncle Link mutters a curse under his breath and walks outside leaving me alone with Nav except for the baby. “Whatever.” I roll my eyes. “Make yourself useful and grab that baby carrier over there.”

  I bend over the crib and gently put one hand under Gracie’s butt and my other cradles her head. I lift her carefully. She doesn’t even notice I’ve got her. Pam is lucky she is such a sound sleeper. One kid that comes in wakes up anytime the wind blows or a cat farts down the street. I secure the straps and buckle her in.

  “You’re pretty good at that.” Nav has this wistful expression on his face.

  “Lots and lots of practice.”

  “Guess helping out around here is a good form of birth control.”

  “I suppose. What about you? Anyone special?”

  “Nope. Not looking to settle down and do the whole family thing anytime soon.”

  “Good,” I blurt out a little too quickly, sounding overly excited about his single status. God I am such a transparent dork.

  Ugh. So embarrassing. My flub earns me a real smile. My heart skips a beat seeing his gaze and grin settled on me.

  “I mean you shouldn’t rush into anything. A lot of the guys in the club do that. Meet one chick and that’s it. There’s no one else for them and they knock them up as soon as possible. If they don’t stop having babies, Mom is going to need to build on or open a second location.”

  He starts to say more but my mom, Pam, and Conner join us.

  “Ready to go?”

  “Yup.” Inside I’m saying nope. I could stand here talking to Nav forever and be happy.

  “Go on out and start the car while I lock up.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I know it’s a brat thing to do. Calling my mother ma’am in front of Nav to insinuate she’s old. Too old for him. She’s been down in the dumps since she ended things with Hound. Then his ex-girlfriend blew into town unexpectedly and he didn’t waste one minute claiming her and moving her in.

  Mom regrets that play.

  Was her own fault. Hound’s hot. They weren’t a good match though. Not really. Mom is too prissy for a man like him or any motorcycle man. In my opinion anyway. She better not set her sights on Nav. I couldn't take it. The idea alone is enough to break my heart. I know he can’t be mine, but I can’t bear to see him with anyone I know either.

  I transfer the baby carrier to Pam who is giving me this look of pity. She sat me down a while back and had a talk with me about respecting myself and keeping myself in check around the brothers of the club. They’re good men but they are still men. Men who have urges and desires. Men who might not always think of me as Link’s untouchable niece.

  She’s wrong though. All they see me as is a little girl who hangs in the shadows taking pictures, I probably shouldn’t be capturing through my lens, but I can’t help it. I love snapping pictures when people think no one is watching. The raw beauty of those private and most intimate moments.

  One of my favorite pictures is one my mother would beat my ass over if she ever found it. A black and white picture of Nav leaned against the back of the clubhouse shirtless, his abs on display, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. His jeans low on his hips exposing the dark patch of hair that trails from his navel to below his waistline. The man is beautiful. Rugged. Mom would pitch a bitch fit if she knew that I developed a copy and framed it for him as a gift. It’s completely lame, but I wish he could see himself through my eyes.

  I don’t know if I’ll even give it to him or at least I won’t sign my name to it or anything.

  I want him to have it.

  It’s pathetic. I know that.

  I’m a sad case. I have no idea what to do for Brodix. Cologne or a pocket knife is lame and not all that personal. I said yes to going out with him because I thought he’d take my mind off crushing on Nav. If anything, it only makes me crave him all the more.

  My friends think I’m being an idiot. Brodix is popular. He comes from money. Everyone wants to date him, and he chose me. He seems to like me. He’s always trying to hold my hand and wants to make out, but I don’t get butterflies. I don’t feel anything but regret when he touches me. Like I’m somehow cheating on Nav which is dumb considering all things.

  I don’t know what to do. I should probably dump him. It’s not fair of me. But I can never have the man I want to be with so bad it hurts. I need to get over Nav. I need to let go of my fantasy.

  I strut past him and pretend it doesn’t kill when he ignores me.

  I go out to the car and start it like Mom asked. I sit in the driver’s seat and watch as she touches his arm and laughs. Is she flirting with him? A tear slides down my cheek, but I swipe it away as quickly as it fell. She’ll make fun of me for it if she sees me crying over a man I can never have.

  Chapter Two

  I hit the bar for another beer, sliding in next to the blonde with great legs who has been giving me mixed signals the past hour. Fuck she’s hot. Got a pretty tan. Gorgeous smile. Beautiful green eyes with thick lashes. But those legs. This night goes my way they’ll be wrapped around me by the end of the night.

  “I’ll take another,” I put my empty on the bar, “and whatever she wants.” I nod toward her.

  Red stains her cheeks. It’s cute.

  The bartender waits for her order. “Oh, um another amaretto sour.”

  The bartender shoves off to get our drinks.

  “I’m Navarro. My friends call me Nav.” I press a hip to the bar between her stool and the one behind me angling closer to her.

  “Tonya.”

  “Tonya. Pretty name for a beautiful woman. Don’t think I’ve ever been with a Tonya before.”

  “There’s a first time for everything.” She licks her lips.

  Shit, yeah. “How old are you?”

  “Old enough. I’ll be a senior this coming fall.”

  “Fuck. You aren’t twenty-one?”

  “Close enough. I’m two weeks from my birthday, I swear it.” She shoots me a smile that goes straight to my dick.

  Fuck. Heard that before. I learned my fucking lesson when Link’s niece started flirting with me and the brother nearly decked me for even speaking to her. She’s a pretty little thing but not worth getting my dick cut off or doing time over.

  She leans in close, her tits pressing against my arm. “It can be our secret.” Her sweet perfume hits my senses. She smells like candy, and I wonder if her lips taste just as sweet

  I pay for our drinks and watch her sweet lips wrap around the straw in her drink and suck, thinking they’d look good muffled by my dick.

 

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