Perfect.That was an interesting way to describe me. If I were, you’d think that I’d be enough for her to give up the high she was constantly chasing.
Apparently Iwasn’tworth it.
But I didn’t say any of that. I just smiled.
“I’m glad you’re happy, Mom.”
* * *
I couldn’t stop looking at her. Sabrina’s blond hair fell over her face like a curtain as she bent over the notebook on the table between us, writing down details of the fundraiser we were planning. My fingers itched to brush back the silky locks, tucking them behind her ear.
I fisted my hands and resisted the urge.
She’s not interested, asshole.
I wasn’t happy about it, but once I got over being pissy about her reasons, I had to admit that she had a point. I knew from the moment I met eyes with her in the bar that she didn’t fit in there. I’d seen it before. Women, some barely legal, came to the bar to feel adventurous. They were good for a one-night stand, but that was about it. Afterward, they went back to their own world.
The only reason I was still involved with her in any way was that I was a damn fool that couldn’t get her out of my head. She was too good for me.
“So we start the ride at your bar,” she said, referring to her notes. “Everyone will register there, pay the participation fee, and get their first playing card.”
“Yep. We’ll charge twenty bucks per bike. Even if we only get a hundred people, that’s a couple thousand dollars for the soup kitchen.”
She smiled and it was radiant. I could see how much she cared about this.
“I’m hoping we can do better than a hundred people. If we bring in riders from the surrounding area, we could have a heck of a turnout.”
She was right. In this area of California, there were a lot of riders that took advantage of the year-round warm weather conditions. You didn’t have to be a member of a club to enjoy the biker lifestyle.
“We also have a chapter of Outlaw Souls up north. I’ll let them know about the run. It’s a great ride down to La Playa if you take the back roads.”
“Is riding fun?” she asked, popping a french fry into her mouth. We were sitting at a metal table on the sidewalk outside of a trendy coffee shop in her neck of the woods, in the art district of La Playa. This part of the city was close to the community college, so it was full of young people. I should’ve fit right in because of my age, but it wasn’t that easy. I was an outsider here, among the college students and hipsters. Hell, I didn’t even fit in with Sabrina, but here I was.
“Fun? Hell, yeah,” I smiled. “There’s nothing like it. The freedom of the open road, the powerful engine underneath me, the thrill of cutting through the countryside on my chopper…”
“Sounds pretty great.”
“You want to give it a shot?”
Her eyes flashed with excitement, but she bit her lip nervously.
“Is it safe?”
“If you’re careful. I’d keep you safe.”
“Are you offering me a ride?” The excitement was back in her eyes, and her choice of words made my cock stir in my pants.
God, I’d love to see her ride me, her naked breasts bouncing…
I cleared my throat and tried to erase that image from my head, but it was impossible. With her sitting so close, the smell of her sweet perfume in my nose and her pale skin seeming to shine in the sunlight, I wanted her even more now than the night we met.
“I’d love to go somewhere on your bike,” she continued.
“You’d have to wear a helmet.”
“No problem.”
I signaled to the waitress to come over and asked for the check, which I paid for in cash. For a moment, Sabrina looked between me and the bill with a conflicted expression and I was sure she was going to offer to pay. But she didn’t.
