A Biker's Ruby Amongst the Tools

DAMIEN

My name is Damien. I’m thirty-six and the Enforcer for Hell’s Fire MC. Unlike my brothers, I prefer my ladies to have more curves and fuller figures. With my six-foot-seven, 250-pound frame of solid muscle, smaller women tend to be too bony and on the more fragile side.

Being adopted, I actually don’t look like either of my parents. While my parents both have shades of blond hair and brown or blue eyes, I stand out with my solid black hair and almost emerald-green eyes. My natural bronze tan only makes my eyes stand out more.

“Dozzer, you want to ride with me? I’m heading to the bookstore to get a few new books.”

“Sure, why not? I don’t know how you can read so much and still get all the work at the tattoo shop.”

“I like to get out of my head every once in a while, so I read when the shop is slow and for a few hours before bed. It helps me unwind.”

Unlike some of the other brothers, Dozzer doesn’t tease me about liking to read. You’d think the cliched notion of an enforcer, relying solely on physical strength but being too dumb for much else, would have become outdated ages ago.

Apparently not. It’s just sad that some of the same guys who could benefit from ending the stereotype are the ones keeping it alive.

After checking the bookstore in town for the book I wanted, I was directed to the new place in search of it. We pull up and I’m surprised I never really paid much attention to the place before.

The large building is split into two stores, one side featuring large picture windows covered by dark tinted glass, adding an air of mystery, while the other side showcases book displays in each window, inviting passersby to explore the world of literature.

As I get off my bike, it doesn’t even faze me when a mother grabs her daughter’s hand and pulls her out of reach.

As Dozzer gives her the stink-eye, I instinctively slow my pace, careful not to give the impression that I’m following them. I shouldn’t care. My brothers have been with me through thick and thin, but it bothers me that others can’t see past our bikes and patches.

They hurry to the entrance and disappear inside the bookstore. We’re not more than twenty steps behind them, and when we get inside, they’re no longer in sight. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and my shoulders sag a little.

You never know what can happen when people are uncomfortable, and the last thing I need is someone thinking I’m after them instead of a book.

Just as I’m about to ask one of the employees where to find the book, I see her.

She isn’t my usual type. I prefer blondes with a tan skin tone, not brunettes with skin the color of snow. But watching her push her glasses up and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear just has me captivated. She looks up for a moment and we lock eyes. She has really beautiful eyes. Eyes I can get lost in.

As soon as we lock eyes, there’s a moment I swear I see interest, but then her gaze takes on a faraway look, and she drops her head to her book once more. I decide to talk to her, and what better excuse than to ask if she knows where the book would be?

“Excuse me, sweetheart. Do you know where the section on mythology would be?”

I hear Dozzer snort, and immediately, my gaze shifts toward him, my face darkening with annoyance. He’s a good guy for the most part, but he can be a real prick sometimes. He shoots me an innocent look before looking at the books on the shelf.

Luckily, it seems that she was unaware of both my question and the sudden snort from Dozzer, so I take a chance to talk to her once more.

“Must be some book if you don’t notice someone talking to you,” I say as I lift her book slightly.

Her eyes lift to mine, and all of a sudden, I can’t think straight. I want to hear her voice, but I’m so lost in her hazel eyes I’m afraid I won’t hear a word she’s saying.

“Isn’t this a little advanced for you, girlie?” Dozzer says, looking at her perplexed.

With the spell broken by Dozzer’s words, I blink. I can tell she takes offense to the question and the way he addressed her. She closes her eyes, and her jaw clenches, but she remains calm as she speaks directly at Dozzer.

“Actually, it isn’t. My neighbor just got a new electric car, so I’m learning about how the motor works compared to the one in his previous car. I’d like to retain him as a customer at my shop. You see, you’ve got your AC motors, DC motors, and then you’ve got your special-purpose motors that—”

“Sweetheart,” Dozzer says, his voice dripping with condescension. “I doubt you know how to work on an engine.”

Her eyes narrow slightly, but she keeps her cool. “Well, it depends on which engine needs to be worked on,” she says. “There are the engines with gas and diesel.”

I hide a smile behind my hand. It’s obvious she’s up to something. Her voice has taken on this childish tone, but Dozzer steps right into it. He crosses his arms, ready to give her all the instruction she needs.

One thing about Dozzer, he can’t stand to think a woman knows more about him—especially when it comes to vehicles of any sort.

“You know the type I mean?” she asks, trying to sound unsure.

Dozzer nods, and his smile grows. He leans forward, no doubt to open his mouth to say something cringe-worthy when she looks him straight in the eye. “Those are easy. I’ve been doing conventional internal combustion engines for years.”

A laugh bubbles out of me, and I slap Dozzer on the back. But she isn’t finished with him yet.

“Now, in an electric engine, where you’d normally see the engine block and all the associated parts of a gas engine…”

She continues to talk, but I’m no longer listening to her words. She knows what she’s talking about. She exudes confidence, and I have to admit, it’s a turn-on. I watch her lips as she talks, and I can’t help wondering what they would feel like around my cock.

She leans toward Dozer as if taking him into her confidence, but I see a glimpse of her luscious porcelain breasts, and I have to slow my breathing and adjust myself. I focus on Dozzer, and it’s enough to make my cock stand down.

She finishes teaching him a thing or two, and he stands there, his jaw dropping and snapping shut repeatedly, resembling a puppet on strings. I let out a light chuckle before she turns on me.

“Oh, and the section you are looking for is the back wall all the way to the left. Have a good day, gentlemen.” She opens her book back up and dismisses us as if we’re little more than annoying flies.

Dozzer storms away, but I hang back, willing her to look up again. She does.

“Are you needing something else?”

“I’d actually like to learn your name,” I say.

“Why? It’s not like you’re ever going to see me again.”

“My name is Damien. I would just like to know a pretty girl’s name.”

“Oh, please. Like I believe that. Go find your friend, Damien. I’m sure he’s off sulking somewhere.” She bends over to pick up some other books, and I’m sad I’m not the bookshelf that has a perfect view of that ass. Without even glancing back, she walks to the front to pay for everything.

Damn. That was actually hot as hell. I watch as she shows a member discount card. As stalker-ish as it may sound, once she leaves, I don’t hesitate striding up to the register she went to.

“Excuse me, but could you give me the name of the girl who just bought a book?”

“Oh, you mean Ruby? She’s always here. Today, she was in the automotive section, but two days ago, she was in the mythology section. That girl never stops reading.” The sales girl, who can’t be more than seventeen, flips her hair behind her and smiles at me.

I turn away and head toward the back of the store. So that’s how she knew where the mythology book I wanted would be. Sneaky fox. I find the book, pay for it, locate Dozzer, and we head out of the store.

“Man, couldn’t you have been less of an asshole about the motors?” I ask as we get outside.

“What does it matter to you?” he asks, his brow lowering as he no doubt thought about how she got the best of him. “Besides, she’s just some fat bitch anyway.”

I swing on Dozzer, hitting him square on the jaw. “Don’t fucking talk like that about her. You don’t even know her.”

He winces as he brings his hand up to his face. “Shit, man. That fucking hurt! What’s the matter with you? You don’t even know her either,” he says as he rubs the side of his face.

“Honestly,” I say as I search the parking lot for her, “I’d like to.”