Nomad's

Coco Reynolds was finally finishing her first shift at The Last Stop diner in a tiny little town called River's Bend. Her feet were killing her. The owner had been nice enough to hire her right off the street, even without any previous experience.

One of the other waitresses had been especially unfriendly to her, being less than helpful in regards to teaching the new girl the ropes. Coco was instantly suspicious when the bitchy woman told her to take table four, which she knew was in the other woman's area of the diner. But, being the newest employee, she couldn't say no.

The occupants of table four were a group of bikers. One was an older man with silver hair and a long scraggly looking beard. His deeply tanned face and wrinkles told her that he had probably been riding a bike since he was in his younger days. The other three men were considerably younger, and one in particular almost had Coco drooling on the spot.

He caught her staring at him and gave her a knowing grin. Clearly, the blonde haired Adonis in a black leather vest knew how good looking he was. His striking blue eyes and five o'clock shadow made him look more like a model than a badass. She returned his smile and took out her note pad to write down their order. The other men at the table laughed openly at their friend's obvious effect on her.

"What can I get you?" She asked them.

The gorgeous biker who had caught her eye boldly reached out and ran his fingers over the name tag she was wearing, purposely grazing her breast. She gasped in surprise and took a step back. The other men at the table were practically licking their lips as they leered at her and enjoyed her discomfort. But Coco had been raised her whole life around these kinds of men.

She quickly composed herself and glared at the man who had dared to touch her inappropriately. She might have been the new girl on the job, but she wasn't a doormat. Her lack of fear or embarrassment only encouraged the bikers, and she knew from experience that the only way to deal with men like them was to stand her ground and not let them see how much they intimidated her.

"I like your name." The blonde one said with a mischievous grin. "It's sexy." He added.

"Thank you." She answered politely. "Do you know what you want?" Well, shit. As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she could take them back. The man's wicked grin told her that he knew exactly what he wanted, and it wasn't anything that was on the menu.

Coco couldn't help but laugh at his lust filled expression. The man wasn't even trying to hide his interest in her. Neither were his friends, and more than one of them were staring at her like they would eat her instead of food if they could. The waitress who had insisted she take the table was standing ten feet away, snickering at her.

"I wantyou, in my bed." The blonde answered her. She expected his sexually loaded answer, but when he reached out to touch her again...she had finally had enough. Coco grabbed his hand and placed it on the table. He put his other hand on top of hers, caging her hand between both of his. She rolled her eyes and tried to pull her hand away, but he wasn't letting go.

"Could you please just order? This is my first day here. You don't want to get me fired, do you?" She said seriously.

The man released her then and ordered a burger and a milkshake. The other men ordered too, and Coco was grateful that the blonde man wasn't going to keep messing with her. She glared at the waitress who had sent her to them, and the woman sneered at her. When Coco was on her way back to the table with their food, the other waitress purposely bumped into her...causing her to drop the handsome biker's food right in his lap.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled, but he had seen that it wasn't Coco's fault. The other men at the table roared with laughter at their friend's predicament. Coco heard the other waitress laughing at her as she apologized and tried to clean up the mess.

The manager came over to the table then and scowled at her. He had given the young woman a chance when she came in looking for a job because he felt sorry for her. She couldn't have been older than 23, and he knew that she'd be hard pressed to get a job in the small town. Someone had to give the poor girl a chance. But he was regretting that decision now.

"I'm sorry, sir." He said to the biker who was now covered in food. "She's new."

The waitress who had caused the whole mess in the first place had the nerve to come over to the table. The woman had been an employee of the diner for several years, and she was also the owner's cousin. She knew that she could pretty much behave any way she wanted to without getting fired, and she proceeded to taunt Coco.

"What's the matter, honey? You can't put one foot in front of the other?" She teased.

Coco had only just gotten into town that very day. She had walked into the diner and asked if they were hiring. She had blown through most of her money, and she wasn't due to start her next job for another week, so she figured she'd make a few bucks in between gigs while she was traveling. Coco knew that she should have just kept her cool.

But her temper wouldn't be denied, and she shocked them all when she turned around and punched the other waitress in the face hard enough to send the woman flying into the table behind them. The owner rushed over to his cousin to help her, apologizing to the patrons whose meal was now in ruins.

Coco didn't bother waiting for her new boss to fire her. She stormed into the break room and took off her uniform. She was about to put her own clothes back on when the blonde biker stormed in. She yelped in surprise and glared at the man.

He was raking her nearly naked body with hungry eyes. At 5 foot 7, Coco had tan skin from being half Mexican, and long wavy brown hair. Her most striking feature was the green eyes that she got from her Irish mother. She wasn't a stunning beauty, but she was pretty.

The biker's eyes were taking in her full breasts and toned body. Coco had been told a hundred times that she could have been a model, but she had no interest in putting herself on display like that. Besides, she liked eating too much to sign up for a life that would revolve around her staying as thin as possible.

Ignoring the biker who was fucking her with his eyes, Coco put her jeans and t-shirt back on before pulling on her boots. She grabbed her back pack and tried to push past the man who hadn't moved an inch or said a word since he had barged in on her. When he grabbed her by the shoulders and crashed his mouth onto hers, she was too stunned to do anything but stand there and let him kiss her.

It never even occurred to Coco to fight the man off. When he thrust his tongue into her mouth, she opened to him and melted into his embrace. He was taller than her, and his growing erection was poking her in the stomach by the time he let her up for air. Coco staggered when he let her go, drawing much needed air into her lungs.

When he smiled down at her and grabbed her hand, she finally came to her senses and started resisting him. "Hey! I don't even know your name." She said breathlessly. When he half dragged her out of the break room and through the diner to where his friends were waiting, she really started to panic.

There was no way she was going to leave with them. But one look at the other people in the diner told her that she wasn't going to get any help. The owner was clearly angry at her for hitting his cousin, and the other patrons were going out of their way not to look in her direction at all. They must have been afraid of what the bikers would do if they intervened.

"I'm Tank." The blonde man said when they got outside the diner. He quickly introduced the other men to Coco, but knowing their names didn't make her feel any better. She was still going to scream bloody murder if they tried to take her with them.

When the four men got onto their motorcycles, Coco began to think that they might leave her alone when Tank didn't immediately try to get her onto the bike with him. He must have realized that he wouldn't be able to force her to cooperate on a motorcycle.

"Where do you live?" He asked her. "I'll give you a ride home."

Shit. That was a question that she didn't have an answer for. She looked up and down the street, hoping that there was a hotel somewhere within walking distance. Coco knew she must have looked like a deer caught in headlights, standing there looking scared and clutching her back pack like a crazy homeless woman.

"Don't you have any place to stay?" Tank asked her, his expression softening.

"I only just got into town this morning. Is there a hotel here?" She asked him.

"There's a bed and breakfast inn. But they're booked solid for the town's annual festival." Tank said with a wicked smile. He had gone back to seduction mode in the blink of an eye.

Fuck. Coco hadn't bothered to call ahead. She never dreamed that the only place to stay in a town the size of Mayberry wouldn't have any vacancies. All she needed was a room to crash in until the next renaissance faire that she was going to be working at. Working in the diner would have given her some extra spending money, since she sucked at budgeting.

Tank could practically see the wheels turning in the woman's head, and he knew he'd be able to get her to go with him...if he didn't scare her too bad. He looked at his friends, who were all thinking the same thing.

Their smiles told him that they expected him to share her with them. But this wasn't some whore who knew what she was getting into with them. She was just a woman he wanted to fuck that also happened to need a place to stay.

"You can come stay at the bar where I live." Tank told her. "There's an empty room you can use."

Coco used her unique ability to look into his mind to see what his true intentions were. She was an honest to god mind reader, and she traveled like a gypsy from one faire to the next...making an easy living while getting to see the world. He wanted to have sex with her, but she didn't see any intention to harm her.

The other men wanted her too, but their minds didn't reveal any desire to force themselves on her. They were all men who were used to getting any woman they wanted. And they were all assuming that she wouldn't say no to them once they got her alone.

Coco could have just waited for the next bus to take her to another town, but the man called Tank turned her panties into a puddle of desire. And she felt reasonably confident that the men weren't going to hurt her.

"You live in a bar?" She asked him.

"Yeah. I'm friends with the owner. And he has a few rooms that he rents out." Tank answered.

The men hooted and hollered when she got onto the back of Tank's bike and wrapped her arms around his waist. They sped out of town and onto the long, dusty highway for several minutes until they came to what looked like a rundown bar in the middle of nowhere. There was a faded sign on the building that said Nomad's Tavern.

There were several other motorcycles parked outside of it, and Coco forced herself to stay composed as Tank took her hand and brought her inside. The other men followed, but they didn't attack her the minute she was inside. That was a good sign...so far. But her guard was still up, and she wasn't incapable of defending herself if she had to.

There were half a dozen other men in the place, as well as a few women who looked like hookers that had turned one trick too many. It was still early in the day, so the bar wasn't yet open for business. The people looked like they were hung over or half dead, but the men perked up when they saw Coco. She didn't need to read their minds to know what they were thinking.

Tank ignored everyone as he took her to the back of the building where there were several doors. She assumed they were bedrooms. He opened one of the doors with a key and took her inside. It clearly wasn't an unoccupied room.

In fact, there was a naked woman sleeping on the bed. Coco was shocked when Tank yelled at the woman to wake up and get out. It took a few moments for the groggy woman to comply after shooting Coco a scathing glance, and she walked out of the room as naked as the day she was born.

"I don't want you to throw someone out of their room for me." Coco said as Tank took off his vest and kicked off his leather boots. It quickly became obvious that the room they were in was his. Jealousy quickly reared its ugly head, which was completely ridiculous. She didn't even know the man. But his arrogance at assuming that she wouldn't mind seeing another woman in his bed pissed her off.

"I might have lied about there being an empty room for you." He told her as he backed her up against the closed door. His hands were planted on either side of her head, caging her in. Coco scanned his mind again, but he still didn't have any intention of hurting her...just seducing her. And she was ok with that. It seemed only fitting that she would end up at a place whose very name reflected her roaming lifestyle. She was a nomad, just like Tank was.

"You're very full of yourself, aren't you?" Coco teased. She was fighting the urge to put her arms around his neck and draw him down for a kiss. But he needed to know that she wasn't a complete door mat, even if they ended up fucking. If the woman who had been in his bed hadany kind of claim on him, then Coco was going to choose another man to shack up with until it was time for her to move on.

"Why did your girlfriend let you bring another woman in here?" She asked him. The look on his face almost had her laughing. He looked like she had just said the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. And then he actually shuddered as if she had just asked him to eat shit or something.

"Girlfriend?" He said. "Trixie's just one of the local whores. That woman's been ridden more times than the horses in the Kentucky derby." He leaned down then and nuzzled Coco's neck.

"Just wanted to make sure I wasn't stepping on anyone's toes here." She replied in almost a whisper. It didn't matter if he thought she was a tramp for sleeping with him so quickly. Coco was a free spirit, and she never stayed in one place long enough to form emotional attachments or give a damn what anyone thought of her...including the men she fucked when the mood struck her.

Tank kissed her then, and any reservations she had evaporated. Coco gave as good as she got, practically ripping his clothes off as her tongue dueled with his. She wondered how that talented mouth was going to feel between her legs as he made quick work of undressing her. He tossed her on the bed and pounced on her.

They were both breathing heavily, and Coco's body almost jolted off the bed in delight when Tank took one of her stiff nipples into his warm mouth and sucked...hard. He grinned at her when he thrust his hand between her legs and felt how wet she was for him. Coco squirmed under his heavy body and parted her legs.

Tank loved her enthusiasm as he slowly made his way down her body, licking and biting her every inch of the way. He was thrilled to see that not only was her pussy clean shaven and glistening with arousal, but she also had a tattoo just above it of a scorpion with the stinger pointing down to what he was about to discover was heaven on earth.

Coco moaned loudly when he ran his tongue along her folds for the first time, and she leaned up on her elbows to watch him. He used his fingers to hold her open as that magnificent tongue quickly found her clit. She arched her back and threw her legs over his shoulders, digging her heels into his back and pulling him in closer.

When Tank thrust two fingers inside her, she struggled not to scream as her climax raced to the surface. A powerful orgasm was right on the horizon, and she didn't want the other men to hear her. That would have been like ringing the dinner bell, and she had no intention of fucking every man in the bar. Tank pumped his fingers in and out of her, and when he bit lightly on her clit she came hard...flooding his mouth with her juices.

Tank grabbed a condom and slid it down his length as he flipped Coco onto her hands and knees. He loved making a woman come in his mouth, almost as much as he loved drinking and fighting. Almost. Wrapping his wrist around Coco's long hair, he slapped her ass hard with the other hand as he slammed into her in one forceful thrust.

Coco bit her lip almost hard enough to taste blood in her attempt to keep from crying out. Fuck. Tank filled up every inch of her, and she squeezed her inner muscles as he set a furious pace. It didn't take long for the bed to start bumping against the wall with the strength of their movements, and it was then that Coco knew the other men would have to be deaf not to hear what they were doing.

"You're too quiet, baby." Tank growled in her ear before he bit her neck and sucked the skin. He was purposely marking her so that the other men would see that she was his. Even if they got a turn with her, they'd know that she had chosen him first. "Scream for me."

Coco finally let loose a loud yell as he hammered into her even harder in his determination to make her lose her damn mind. The bed frame creaked, and the plaster where the bed was hitting the wall looked like it was going to start falling off at any second. Another mind numbing orgasm was fast approaching, and when Tank reached around to rub her clit...Coco knew he was about to finish too.

"Come for me, baby." He demanded. Coco shrieked in ecstasy just as Tank roared with his own release. She slumped onto her stomach, and he laid down next to her...exhausted and content.

Once Coco could think straight again, she leaned on her side and stared at Tank. "How did you get your nick name?" She asked. He was taller and bigger than she was, but she knew from being raised around bikers that there had to be a story behind a name that was clearly meant to intimidate his enemies.

"I might not be too scary to look at, but when a man hits me...it's like hitting an armored tank. At least, that's what they tell me." He explained proudly. When he looked at her, the sight of her naked body made his cock start twitching again. Fuck. He could stay buried in that gorgeous body all night.

"Do you guys have any food here?" Coco asked as she started putting her clothes back on. "I'm starving."

Tank let her get dressed, knowing that he had all the time in the world to fuck her senseless now that she was staying in his room. He threw on his jeans and his boots, not bothering to wear a shirt or his vest for the moment. He smiled wickedly when his new toy looked at his bare chest like she wanted to eat him instead of having real food.

"Hey." She said when he went to open the door. "Just so you know, I'm not going to fuck your friends just because you and me hooked up."

Tank understood her fear, and he gently placed his palm against her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned her face into his hand before she gazed up at him with a trust that he knew he hadn't earned yet. His friends were man whores, just like he was.

But he had never known any of them to actually force themselves on an unwilling woman. It wasn't necessary when there were always at least three women in the bar at any given time who wouldn't turn them down.

All eyes were on Coco when they stepped back into the bar, and there were several more people there than when they had arrived. Music was playing, and the women were openly glaring at her as she clung to Tank. Coco blushed ten shades of red when the men started clapping and hollering their approval of what she had been doing behind closed doors with a man she had just met.

She was surprised when she saw a face she recognized behind the bar. Coco hadn't seen the man in years, but she would know him anywhere. Tank was taken aback when she climbed right over the bar and threw herself into the man's arms. The owner of the bar caught Coco and twirled her around a couple of times before he put her back on her feet.