Page 1 of Viper

ONE

EDEN

I’m looking for a man to call Daddy.

I ignore the man child that decided tonight is his night to try and charm me out of my panties and into his bed. Or, more likely, in the back of his car in the parking lot. Seriously, these kids have no idea what it means to seduce a woman. Or charm one. His pick up line was to tell me I obviously needed to spend some time with him because I looked like I am a good time, and he will make sure I have an even better one.

I’ve mostly ignored him, but he’s getting on my nerves. I roll my eyes at the bartender, Max, as he brings me another beer. He arches a brow, sliding his gaze over to the kid in question, but I give him a subtle shake of my head. I can handle this kid with my eyes closed. Max smirks, shakes his head in amused exasperation, and then walks away.

I let the kid keep on talking away about himself, using the time to drink my beer and let my mind wander. I should have stayed home tonight. I could have drank myself into a stupor at home, and it’s not like I’m looking to find a man to take home tonight anyway. I broke things off with Timmy a few weeks ago, and the last thing I need right now is another man to drive me crazy.

Timmy is a good guy and all, but he’s just okay. In life, in our short relationship, and worse, in bed. He was nice enough, treated me kindly, but he’s boring. I mean, what did I expect, really? He’s an accountant at a huge firm, and he runs a huge team, but he’s obsessed with numbers and how he’s going to make partner in a few years. I can’t tell you how many of our dates were him talking about his job, making my eyes glaze over. I swear I could feel my brains leaking out of my ears by the time he finished. It took so much effort to pay attention and seem involved in the conversation. Somehow I managed it though.

And to top it off, he was just as boring in bed as he was out of it. His idea of foreplay was to rub my clit a couple times, and pinch my nipples once. The actual sex was him pushing inside and pumping away for a few minutes to get himself off. Then kiss me, pull out, roll away and go shower, leaving me to take care of myself. It was damn annoying. Still, I gave him a few more chances before I called it quits. I let him down as easily as I could, but I know I hurt him. But it’s for the best.

However, now I have to deal with these fuck boys and their stupid lines when I felt like stopping for a drink. This is the time I wish my best friend, Sadie, came with me. Sadie is loud and wild, like me, and she’s been my best friend for a long time, and we always manage to have a lot of fun. Too bad she has to work late tonight. Sadie is the manager of an upscale boutique here in the city, and every so often a top client will have an appointment after hours. Tonight is one of those nights. So I’m on my own.

I finish half of my beer before I finally have had enough and turn to look at the kid. “Look,” I interrupt him mid-sentence. He stops and stares at me, clearly surprised I’ve interrupted him. “You seem like a nice kid,” I say as nicely as I can. “But you’re far too young for me, and to be honest, you can’t handle a woman like me, no matter how much you think you can. So you go back to your buddies over there and find someone closer to your own age. Got it?”

He blinks his blue eyes at me, shocked, but I have to give him credit, he quickly recovers. “Oh, I can handle you, baby,” he says in what I’m sure he thinks is a purr, but sounds silly coming out of his mouth. He gives me his best interpretation of a leer and adds, “I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll be begging for more.”

I stare at him for a moment, and then sputter out a laugh. Alright, clearly being nice isn’t going to work on this kid. I give him my full attention along with a mocking smile. “Listen, kid. Since you’re not getting the hint, I’m going to make it clear so you understand. I’m looking for a man to call Daddy, not baby.”

He stares at me for a moment, and then leans forward with another leer. “Oh, I can be your Daddy, alright.”

I nearly roll my eyes. Jesus Christ, this kid is persistent. But before I can put him in his place, a deep voice that sends a shiver down my spine, says on the other side of me, “You heard her, kid. Beat it, if she’s going to be calling anyone Daddy, it’s going to be me.”

Slowly I turn my head and blink at the large black man sitting there, and desire hits me like a freight train. Damn, I definitely won’t mind calling him Daddy, that’s for damn sure. I take him in, trailing my gaze from the dreads in a ponytail on his head, to his blue eyes, then sliding to the goatee around his mouth. He’s got to be at least six-four by my estimates, with a body that’s wide and muscular. He’s wearing a leather cut, and has tattoos covering his arms and hands. This man is pure sex, and he has my full attention. My vagina is in perfect agreement that we should definitely give him a shot. He looks like he would be a damn good time in bed. And while I’ve never really been the Daddy type, I might just give it a shot for this guy.

“Dude, I was talking to her first,” the stupid kid says angrily, clearly unhappy he’s been dismissed by me and this giant now sitting next to me. And how the hell did he get behind me without me noticing?

“And she’s already told you she’s not interested, and you’re not taking the hint,” the man says calmly. “Perhaps your Mama didn’t teach you that when a woman says no, you respect that, but I’m sure this woman right here can, and if that still doesn’t get through your thick skull, well, I’ll be happy to back her up.”

Okay, this man’s hot meter just went up even more. And he’s also surprised me by not trying to stop the problem for me. Instead, he’s made it clear he’ll follow my lead. And speaking of…

I turn back to the now red faced kid and say firmly, “This is the last time I say no. And if you continue to try and push me, I’ll send you back to your friends sobbing like a girl and clutching your tiny balls. So, do yourself a favor and bow out gracefully and find someone else who will fall for your juvenile charm. Oh, and I better not hear about you forcing someone else to spend time with you, because if so…” I give him a sharp smile that has him backing up a step. “Then that tiny dick you have along with the tiny balls, will be finding itself detached from your body and dropped outside for the rats to eat. Are we clear?”

“Fucking psycho,” the kid grits out, before turning on his heel and stalking away, shoulders stiff.

I turn myself to face the man beside me, who is grinning widely. He certainly doesn’t seem to think I’m a psycho. Color me intrigued. “I do like your style, spitfire. And very creative use of imagery there.”

I shrug. “Sometimes it’s best to leave nothing up to interpretation.” Deciding to be my bad, bold self, I give him another once over, noting the name on his cut labels him Viper. “And speaking of interpretation, I take it you’re looking to make good on your word and having me call you Daddy before the end of the night? Unless you were only trying to play the knight in shining armor and aren’t all that into straight forward women.” I wasn’t here for a man, but some no strings attached sex with this sexy as hell man, is definitely on the menu.

His grin widens even more, and his blue eyes go from cold to heated in an instant. “I like a woman who knows what she wants, and if you want me to fuck you into the mattress while you call me Daddy, then I’m all for it.”

Arousal burns through me and my core goes damp. Oh, yes, I think this guy will definitely be a fun night. “I’m usually not the call a man Daddy type,” I tell him honestly, leaning closer and watching the way his eyes move down to my mouth and then back to my eyes again. I’ll give him credit for not looking down at my boobs which are pressed tight against the buttons of my blouse. “But I’ll call you anything if you promise to give me some decent orgasms and not spend the entire time pumping into me like it’s a race and you always win.”

“Mmmm, sounds to me like you’ve had some shitty lovers, spitfire,” he drawls. He pushes to his feet and holds out his hand. “So let me break that streak and I’ll give you something to brag about to your girlfriends tomorrow.”

I don’t hesitate as I take his hand with a grin as I push to my feet. Dangerous? Probably. But there’s something about him that tells me I’m perfectly safe with him. “And if you don’t, then I reserve the right to tell them all you have the tiniest dick known to man and you couldn't find my clit to save your life.”

He chuckles. “Noted.” Then he pulls me along as we head for the door. I don’t miss the angry glare from the kid I turned down, but I ignore him. Once we step outside, the warm air slams into my face, but I don’t have time to adjust before I’m being pulled along toward a hotel not far away. Perfect. I’m not one for trying to sneak out of a guy’s house after we’re done.

I should probably be nervous, but instead I’m just excited. I glance at the cut on his shoulders, craning my head to look at the back of it. The Devil’s Soldiers MC. I’ve heard of them, and I’ve heard good things about them, so I shouldn’t have to worry about him too much. But if I’m incorrect, well, I can make this motherfucker drop if needed.

Viper leads me into the hotel, and makes quick work of getting us a room. The kid at the desk sneers at him, taking in his cut, and the fact that we don’t have any luggage. And when his gaze cuts to me, it turns to disgust. Harsh, but I’m sure he’s figuring I’m just another hoe or something. Well, tonight, I’m alright to be a hoe and I’m going to do it spectacularly. “Room 215,” the kids sneers.

“Awww, someone’s jealous. It’s okay, kid, maybe one day you’ll be able to pick up a woman and fuck her like she’s the sex doll you have to use to get off on at home, but I’d work on that attitude first,” I tell the kid with a saucy wink, before I turn away and head for the elevator across the lobby. I hear Viper snickering as he follows behind me. I wink at him over my shoulder, and his grin is so wide I’m sure his face is going to split in half.

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