The probie and his biker chick (Iron vipers book 3)

She wants dessert

*Dylan*

The wind rushes past me as Tommy steers his bike down the road. I can barely contain the grin spreading across my face. I mean, I’m usually not the type to jump on the back of a stranger’s motorcycle, but there’s something about him… maybe it’s the way he carries himself with that effortless confidence, or maybe it’s the mischievous glint in his eyes… Maybe it is just because he is a Viper. Either way, I’m feeling adventurous today.

As we roll into Point Morro, a small town that feels like it belongs in a postcard, I can’t help but notice how no one seems to recognize me. It’s almost a relief. The last thing I want is to run into someone from the old days, especially since I don't feel like telling Tommy who I am, not just yet. Here, I can be just Dylan, the girl in the leather jacket and worn jeans, not the daughter of the club president.

“Looks like we made it,” Tommy announces, pulling up to a local auto shop. I can already see the colorful signs hanging in the window, promising a variety of car parts and services. “You think they have your fan belt?”

I slide off the bike, feeling a little reluctant to let go of the warmth of his body against mine. “If they don’t, I’m going to have to resort to some serious negotiation tactics,” I say, a smirk dancing on my lips.

“Like what? Kicking it?” Tommy teases as we walk toward the entrance.

“Hey, it worked for me earlier,” I shoot back, and he chuckles, the sound deep and infectious.

Inside, the shop smells of oil and metal, and I head straight for the counter where a burly guy in coveralls is flipping through a catalog. I quickly explain my situation, and to my surprise, he nods and disappears into the back, returning shortly with the exact part I need.

“Wow, that was almost too easy,” I say, taking the fan belt and glancing back at Tommy, who’s leaning casually against a workbench, watching me with a look that’s part admiration, part amusement.

“Guess you really do know your way around cars,” he says, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Let’s just say I’ve had my fair share of experiences,” I reply, heading over to him, feeling a little braver now that I’ve got what I came for.

“So, I guess I better take you back to your car now?” He tilts his head, looking way too cute. “Or I could run my errands first? I mean, if you are not too busy getting somewhere?”

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of errands are we talking about? Buying groceries? Picking up dry cleaning? Because if so, I might have to reconsider.”

“Nothing that boring,” he assures me, flashing that charming smile again. “Just checking on a few things for the wedding tomorrow. You know, the usual… balloons, cake, flowers. All the stuff that really makes a wedding pop.”

“Sounds like a blast,” I say, falling into step beside him as we exit the shop. “Lead the way, Tommy.”

As we walk, I can’t help but notice how different he is from the bikers I grew up with. Sure, he’s got that edge… his leather cut, the way he holds himself… but there’s a boyish charm to him that’s refreshing. His face is striking, with a cute smile and a jawline that could cut glass, and a playful energy that makes me feel… well, alive.

“So, what’s the deal with you?” I ask, curious. “You ride with a club, right?”

“Yeah, the Iron Vipers,” he replies, looking over his shoulder at me. “But don’t let the name fool you. We’re not all rough and tumble. We like to have fun, and we’re big on community. But we also know how to throw a good party. I am just a probie for now though.”

I chuckle at that. “I can imagine. So, do you come from a long line of bikers, or did you just decide one day to throw on some leather and hit the road?”

He shrugs, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I guess you could say I fell into it. My old man was a mechanic, and I’ve always loved the freedom of the open road. Plus, it’s a great way to meet interesting people. Like you.”

I feel a blush creep up my cheeks, and I try to play it cool. “You mean interesting people who have a way of breaking down in the middle of nowhere?”

“Exactly,” he laughs, and I can’t help but flirt back.

“Lucky me, then. Maybe I should break down more often.”

“Or maybe just ride with me more,” he suggests, glancing back at me with a playful smile.

As we make our way to a small diner, I feel like we’re in our own little world. The sun is shining, and the vibe is easy… no pressure, no expectations. Just two people enjoying the moment.

When we are done with everything we are walking back towards his bike, and I spot the local diner.

“So, how about lunch? My treat,” I offer, surprising myself a little. “You saved my day, after all.”

Tommy’s eyes light up, and he nods eagerly. “Deal! But only if you promise to order something ridiculously unhealthy.”

“Challenge accepted,” I say, laughing. “I hope they have milkshakes.”

“Only the best kind,” he retorts, and I can’t help but feel a flutter in my stomach at the banter.

As we settle into a booth, I find myself studying him. He’s charming in a way that’s different from what I’m used to. There’s no roughness, no bravado… just a boyish hotness that makes me want to lean in closer. “So, what’s the most outrageous thing you’ve ever done at a wedding?” I ask, leaning forward, genuinely curious.

Tommy grins, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, there was that time I tried to catch the bouquet. Let’s just say it didn’t end well for anyone involved.”

I laugh, my heart racing a little at the way he looks at me. “I can’t believe you would do that. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking it would make a great story. And hey, maybe I’d impress someone,” he says, his tone teasing as he leans back, clearly enjoying the conversation.

“Well, mission accomplished. I’m definitely impressed.” Flirting comes naturally to me, and as we dive into playful banter over milkshakes and fries, I can’t help but feel a spark between us. Maybe today is going to be more than just fixing a car. Maybe it could turn into something unexpected… something fun… something hot.

While I finish up eating I keep watching him. He has this sexy way of biting his lies before answering, and to be homest it has been a long time since I got any with a man.

“How about dessert?” I send him my sexiest smile.

“Uhm sure,” He looks slightly confused. “You want something here, or there is an ice-cream…”

I giggle. “No silly, I want you, somewhere a little more private and a lot less dressed.”

“Ehh, you want…” he blinks like I just sprouted and extra head.

“s*x, with you,” I clarify. “You in?”