“OK, sure, let me know where and I’ll call an Uber.”
“A what?”
Oh, Lord, Satan really did exclude himself from the rest of society, huh?
“Honey, no, you’re not calling a user or whatever the fuck you said. You’re getting on my bike.”
I gulped.
“Come on, let’s go,” he said, pulling out some cash and paying the tab. He grabbed my hand and walked me out—fires shot off everywhere in my body as he did so.
When we got to the bike, I looked at the sleek, chrome appearance. It justlookedpowerful, and while I didn’t have the foggiest idea about motorcycles other than Harley Davidson made some, I very much understood the idea that this was Satan’s motorcycle.
“You want me to ride that?” I said nervously. “Isn’t it dangerous?”
“Probably more so than a normal car,” Satan admitted. “But at the end of the day, the chicks dig it.”
Well, points for honesty.
Still…
“You got helmets?”
“I’m dangerous, not stupid,” Satan said, pulling one from under the seat.
“And I can hold on as tight as I can?”
He nodded.
“I’d encourage it.”
I took a breath. This was so stupid and risky. All for this guy?
I could practically hear Leigh telling me to live a little, to take some risks, to have some fun.
Ah…damnit.
“Drive safer than you normally do, would you?”
Satan gave the most genuine smile I’d seen him give in the entire time I had known him.
Satan
Getting a chick on the bike was the ultimate close.
If one of our boys ever was making headway with a lady but was struggling to close the deal, our advice to him was simple. Get her on the bike. The only time getting a girl on the bike had not led to sex was when the guy had peeled out and sent her tumbling on the ground.
But literally every single time that a girl went from spreading her legs on the bike and holding on to the biker in front of her to arriving back at the clubhouse or guy’s place, her legs would be spreading over something else of his right after.
And so it was with Hailey that I just knew, the instant that she asked me to drive more safely than usual, I’d won the motherfucking jackpot. Final-fucking-ly! I’d sat down for more interviews than I’d ever imagined, opened up way more than I ever had before, and was…kind of willingly and eagerly spending my free time with this girl.
And I’d led her to the bike and everything that it would soon entail.
“You really think after everything that I’d do something to put you in danger?”
“I don’t know; I’ve never ridden on one of these things before!”
Poor Hailey really did sound nervous. I promised myself to at least drive only a few miles over the speed limit and not to do anything too stupid.
