“Exactly. I knew I had to stop the casual sex right away. Next she’ll be poking holes in condoms, trying to get pregnant.”
Viper throws his head back, letting out a loud laugh as Cash asks, “Does anyone want another drink?”
“Another beer,” I say.
I thought going for a long ride on my Harley today with all the club members would lift my spirits and calm my restlessness, but it was a temporary fix. “We need to have a massive party here. Spread the word for chicks from nearby towns and girls who recently moved here for college.”
“I’m keen,” Viper replies, upbeat. “Is that’s what’s up your ass? You want new pussy?”
I shrug. “This town is pretty small, and we’ve been through a lot of the women here.” Alot.
He raises his brow. “What exactly are you after?”
My eyes wander over the women in the clubhouse, and I grimace. “The opposite of them,” I say, and tilt my head toward the sweet butts. Vera, Grace, Candy, and Mercedez are dancing to the music and rubbing up against each other.
“I don’t want an easy girl. I want someone to keep my interest... I want...” My lip twitches. “Innocent.”
Viper puffs out a breath of air. “Keep dreaming. Have you ever even met a nun?”
I chuckle. “She doesn’t have to be a nun.”
“Virgins want relationships. Good luck finding one that doesn’t.”
I don’t want a relationship. She doesn’t have to be a virgin either. A challenge is what I’m after. Viper has a point. Biker parties aren’t the place to find someone like that. But then inspiration strikes. “I’m going to go on one of those dating apps.”
Viper’s eyes brighten. “That is going to end up being some great entertainment. You’ll have to show me who you find on there.”
I pull my phone out and search for dating apps.
One hour later, I’ve signed up to three. The chiming of message notifications makes my smug grin stretch wide.
“See... the ladies flock to me.”
Viper shakes his head, trying to smother a smirk. “Not the lady you’re after.”
My smile vanishes.
“Did you put on your profile that you’re a member of a motorcycle club?”
“Yeah, of course I did.” It always attracts the ladies.
“Idiot! Delete that part, and don’t use any photo of you that shows your cut,” he says while pointing at my War Brothers MC vest.
“Do I have to take a picture with my hair parted on the side like a good boy as well?” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
He chuckles. “No, I’m just saying if you want to attract a different type of woman, you’re going to have to change it up a bit, at least for the first part, anyway.”
This is going to be harder than I thought. I crop one of my photos so that it shows only my head and shoulders and nothing about being in a motorcycle club, and I change my occupation to mechanic. Even though I’m not qualified as one, I’m just as skilled.
Next I browse profiles, choosing women within a two-hour drive from here. I’m not driving any further than that to see them. I want to open the net as wide as possible because I’m sure the women who live here know my face. A few of the women who have matched with me are local. “Nope”—swipe. “Nope”—swipe. I delete their requests.
An hour later, as I’m flicking through the women on the app, I find a pretty little thing with long blond hair and a sweet smile. “Fucking perfect.” In her profile picture, she’s wearing jeans and a fancy long top. I click on her profile. There’s not much information about her. Just that she works in Crown Village at a restaurant. I’ve never seen her before. I frown when I see she doesn’t have any other photos.
“Do you think this one’s a catfish?” I ask Viper. I give him my phone.
“Ohhh,” he says, amused. “She’s hot! You’ll never know until you talk to her.” He zooms in on the picture and laughs. “You’ve found your nun.”
“Why do you say that?” I ask.
