Page 2 of August's Ride with Arrow

“What’s your name?” I’m dying to know.

“Katherine, but everyone calls me Kat. What’s yours?”

“Well, they call me Arrow, and once your pussy touches my seat, Kitty Kat, it belongs to me,” I say.

She lets out a gasp.

Where the hell that came from, I have no idea. But I mean every word. I just hope she doesn’t run scared now.

CHAPTER 2

KATHRINE

I don't know how I let my friends talk me into coming to Sturgis. Sitting here in this bar, looking at all the bikers, is intimidating. They are so much more outgoing than I am, and would think nothing of it to walk up to the bar and talk to one of them, but the thought of doing it to any of these guys here doesn't appeal to me.

Two guys walk in the door, covered in tattoos from their forehead to their fingertips.

“What about one of them? A night with a bad boy?” My friend Bridget jokes.

“There is not one thing about them that is attractive to me.” I shake my head.

“You're going to have to stop being so picky, or you're going to die a virgin,” my friend Penny says.

“Then so be it. A girl has to have some standards,” I say, taking another swig of my drink.

We just graduated college, and they have it in their heads that I have to lose my virginity here in Sturgis. They are shocked that I graduated from college with it intact.

Going to college was a big deal for me, so I kept my head down and worked my butt off to make sure I kept my scholarship. By the time I looked up, we were graduating, so it really doesn't surprise me as much as it surprises them.

Still, I let them entertain the idea. I enjoy hanging out with them, and even though they might tease me about still having my virginity, I know that they have my back no matter what.

“Look at this group coming in. Holy shit,” Penny says, and her jaw drops.

Five guys walk in. Two of them have their arms around a girl, and the other three look as single as can be. While they all are pretty good-looking, it's the last one who walks in with the scar on his face that does something funny to my insides.

“See one that catches your eye?” Bridget asks.

I know I should respond, but I can't help but stare at the man with the scar as he makes his way to the bar with his buddies.

“Hmm, I think that's a yes.” Penny giggles. “Which one is it?”

“The one with the scar,” I say as I finally tear my gaze away from him.

When I look back at my friends, they're both staring at me with wide eyes.

“This almost became a running joke. We never thought that you would really find someone that you were interested in. But now that you have, you really should go up and talk to him,” Penny says, gently placing her hand on my arm.

“There's no way I can walk up to him with all his friends there. I’d die of embarrassment,” I tell them honestly.

“Well, let's sit here. Maybe you can find a moment that would be authentic to go up to him,” Bridget says, just as one of the couples he came in with walks off across the room.

We sit there, and I finish my drink, which is mostly water at this point. I watch as the second couple walks across the room, too.

“And then there were three,” Bridget says.

“The side next to him at the end of the bar is open. You could always walk up to get another drink and see if it's possible to strike up a conversation,” Penny says, and Bridget agrees.

I know she's right, but I still hesitate. Thankfully, they don't push me as another one of his friends walks away to join another group in the bar.

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