“I don’t live under a rock.”
I maintain my sarcasm, “Surprising,”
“Ugh, you jerk.” He feigns offense.
“Right back at ya’.”
We chuckle together.
He leans closer and whispers, “Do you want me to finger fuck your aching pussy?”
As much as his words make my body tingle, I reply, “Your offer is very tempting, but nope.” I slightly slant my jaw.
“At least I tried.” He raises his hands in surrender.
I snatch the cigarette from his fingers, “You should get amedal or something.”
“I should get laid.” He bites the edge of his lip.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“When you’re ready my door is always open.”
“It never is.” I retort.
“Then, make me open it.” His raspy voice and low tone leave me breathless again.
I don’t think we’re talking about the goddamn door anymore.
I take a deep breath, staring at the distance that doesn’t hold my attention in the slightest. Every time I’m around him it’s like the whole world ceases to exist. I continue to snack on the Cheetos as we become quiet once again.
“Why did you leave the bar?” he softly asks, lighting another cigarette and we continue to exchange it.
“Things just surfaced and I also felt like an intruder because I didn’t know any bikers who passed away.”
He quickly comments, “It’s not about whether you knew them or not it’s about paying respect to someone who shared the same lifestyle, the same love, for whatever reason. Everyone has a reason. Out here, everyone’s lost someone close to them, and the pain is immense, but we have to carry on for them and ride till our last breath because we all know we’re junkies, addicted to speed.”
“What about you?” I question, staring at his profile. “Why did you leave?”
“Things surfaced,” he uses my words but I already suspect that he lost someone, maybe a few, and the name of the bikerRuss mentioned has something to do with him.
“Up here on the surface, we’re okay, but here,” I point to my chest, “Not so much.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty chaotic down there but also up here,” He pokes himself in the head.
“Why do you want to have sex with me?”
“Damn,” he scratches the back of his neck. “I don’t know, Wilder.” And leans back. “I see you, you see me it’s as simple as it can be. And I’m super horny, I swear he can lift a bike if you command it.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“You’re our salvation.” He pretends to beg.
I dump a few Cheetos in my mouth and chew them loudly. “You and your big dick energy.”
“Oh, compliments,” He wickedly smirks. “Carry on!”
“Is it?” I press.
