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

Showing of his …

*Dylan*

My friends, Mia and Jess, and I, are sitting at our usual table, giggling over something on Jess’s phone. I can’t help but smile. They always know how to lift my spirits, especially since my brain feels like it’s been running in circles with thoughts of Tommy.

“Hey, bathroom break!” I announce, getting up and heading toward the restroom. We’re just a few weeks away from the end of our last term, and I need to soak up every moment of laughter and mischief before heading back to the chaos of home for good.

After washing my hands, I stroll back to the table, ready to dive back into our conversation. Jess’s eyes light up as I approach.

“Who’s Tommy?” she asks, pointing at my phone, which is face up on the table. My heart skips a beat, and I casually pick it up to check. It’s a message from him.

‘Hey, Dylan! How’s school treating you? Just thought I’d check in. LZ says you will be home soon… like done with school. It’s Tommy by the way.’

I laugh, a mix of embarrassment and excitement bubbling up inside me. “Oh, just some guy I hooked up with when I was back home for the wedding.” I try to sound casual, but even I can hear the smile creeping into my voice. Honestly I had kinda hoped hearing from him again.

Mia raises an eyebrow, leaning in closer. “Some guy? Girl, it sounds like there’s more to this. What’s going on between you two?”

“Honestly? I’m not sure,” I admit, biting my lip. “It’s complicated.” The truth is, I’ve been feeling all sorts of things about Tommy since that night. The chemistry was undeniable, but would it last? Could it be more than just a fling? Also there is the whole my dad and no dating bikers thing.

“Do you have a picture?” Jess asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Mia grins, “Yeah we want to see the giraffe.”

“Um…” I hesitate, thinking about the photo I took when Tommy was sleeping on his bed after our heated encounter. I am not sure I should show them his naked ass, but it is the only picture I have. I scroll through my gallery and pull it up, holding my breath as I show them the image.

“Damn girl, he is hot!” Mia exclaims, leaning closer. “If you don’t want to date him, give him my number.”

Jess nods in agreement, her eyes wide with admiration. “I kinda want to bite that ass.”

“Right?” I reply, a bit of pride swelling in my chest. “He’s definitely got that whole bad-boy vibe going on, paired with a charming face.”

“What’s with the tattoos?” Jess asks, tilting her head, intrigued. “Are they like, biker tattoos?”

I nod, a playful smile creeping across my face. “Yeah, he’s kind of a biker. It’s part of his charm, I guess.” The way they react makes me feel a little giddy. There’s something thrilling about the idea of Tommy being hot enough for them to react like this.

My friends of course have no idea that my dad is the President of a biker club.

“Seriously, you need to text him back,” Mia urges, her excitement infectious. “He looks rather delicious.”

I glance back at the picture, my heart racing. He does look good, doesn’t he? My mind flickers back to the way he smiled at me that night, the way he held me close while we danced. I can almost feel his warmth next to me again.

“Okay, okay,” I say, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. “But what should I say?”

“Just be honest,” Jess suggests. “Tell him you miss him or something. You’re going home soon! You don’t want to regret not reaching out.”

“You’re right,” I admit, feeling a surge of determination. I swipe back to the message, my fingers hovering over the screen. I take a deep breath, stealing a glance at my friends, who are both watching with eager anticipation.

With a rush of adrenaline, I type back:

‘Hey, Tommy! School’s treating me well, I guess. Just a few more weeks, and I’ll be back for good. I’ve been thinking about that night… it was fun. How have you been?’

I hit send, my heart pounding in my chest. The thought of him reading my message sends butterflies swirling in my stomach. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if he’s moved on?

But then again, what if he hasn’t? I mean would he write to me if he had?

“You did it!” Mia squeals, clapping her hands. “Now we wait.”

“Let’s order some more coffee while we wait for his reply,” Jess suggests, and I nod, trying to shake off the anxiety.

As they wave the waiter over, I can’t help but glance back at the photo one more time. Tommy looks like trouble, but maybe that’s exactly what I need right now. A little chaos, a little excitement. I just hope he’s as eager to see me as I am to see him.

“Here’s to new beginnings!” I declare, raising my cup when it arrives, my friends joining in with their own mugs. “And us getting out there, in the real life.”

“Here’s to Tommy, and his sexy arse,” they cheer, and we all laugh, but deep down, I know this is just the start. Something tells me that the story of Tommy and me is far from over.