“I really do need to go,” he finally said. “Should I wait until you’re out of the shower to take you to get your car?”
I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. Jason can take me later. He owes me.”
“I’ll call you, okay?”
“You better.”
As Blade left, I couldn’t help feeling the loneliness of the house once again.
Maybe I should get a roommate.
Stepping into the shower, I cranked it over to the hottest temperature I could stand and just stood under it for several minutes, letting the heat loosen up my sore muscles. I had to fill in for Jason at The Pit tonight, so I needed to be at the top of my game.
When I was done with my shower routine, I stepped out to see that the mirrors had fogged up. To my surprise, there was a message written on the glass for me.
Have a good day, Kitten.
I smiled. After that message, I had a feeling that I would.
Twelve
Blade
After leaving Kat’s house, I went home and changed my clothes. The shower I took this morning was refreshing and good for washing away the semen and sweat that lingered on my skin from the night before, but putting on my dirty clothes afterward made my skin crawl.
It was worth it to have spent the night with Kat. She was wild in bed, taking what she wanted from me in a way that drove me crazy. Afterward, she had fallen asleep quickly, but I lay in the darkness, listening to her heavy breathing and running my fingers through her hair.
I had slept with a lot of women over the years. I didn’t think of myself as a player, but it was a term that had been hurled at me a time or two from women that took it hard when I didn’t develop feelings for them.
Things with Kat felt deeper. I wasn’t sure how far our connection could go, but for the first time, I was interested in exploring such a thing.Could she tame me?
I rode my bike to Ortega Auto for an oil change. It was almost due for one, and I liked to stay on top of that kind of thing. When I arrived at the garage, Trainer was there, working on one of his bikes.
I pulled into the bay next to him, greeting him with a nod. He was busy mounting a tire, so I didn’t strike up a conversation. We couldn’t really talk over the blaring rap music, anyway. I got to work on my oil change, letting my mind drift to the night before. My cock twitched in my pants at the memory of Kat’s naked body illuminated in the low light of her bedroom.
I was so lost in my memory that I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around me until Trainer turned down the music until I could barely hear it. I stood from where I’d been crouched beside my bike for the last ten minutes.
“You want a beer?” he asked.
“Hell, yeah.”
Trainer walked over to a mini-fridge against the wall and pulled out two bottles. Using the edge of the counter to pop the tops of the bottles, he handed one to me and leaned against the bike he was working on. It was a nice little Harley with a burnt orange paint job.
“You like it?” He asked, running a hand over the tank. “Still needs a valve adjustment, and I ordered a windshield that should arrive in two weeks.”
“She’s a beaut,” I said. It was low to the ground, which was good for riders that were shorter.
“It’s small for me, but I like it, too. I don’t think I’ll have a problem finding a buyer when she’s ready.”
“She?”
“Oh, yeah,” Trainer smiled. “All motorcycles are female.”
“Good to know,” I smiled.
The door of the auto shop opened, and a nine-year-old boy came running in, glasses askew. Dominic was Trainer’s stepson, but he treated the boy like he was his own.
“Dad, you won’t believe what happened today,” Dominic said excitedly as he came to Trainer’s side.
