"Yeah, no kidding. I just didn’t think he lacked the common sense to not lock my door behind him."
She shook her head like she was disappointed in whoever this person was. She then turned to look at me, meeting my eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes stared at me with a softness, losing its angry edge with every passing second.
"I'm sorry I forgot about my workout." She hung her head in remorse.
"Don't be sorry, let's go sugar plum. You're still doing it."
"Sugar plum? And this late?" She complained.
"Yes, and yes. You can take your problems up with management if you don't like it."
"And who exactly is management?" She arched her brow.
"Me, of course."
"Hilarious." She made a face, showing she didn't find it amusing.
"Come on, you're coming to my place to work out, since the gym is closed now." I threw her jacket that hung by the door at her. It had gotten cool once the sun had set today.
She seemed to want to argue more, but she could see I wouldn't take it. Her head bowed in defeat as she put her jacket on and followed me out, locking the door behind us.
Good girl.
I led her to my bike, handing her my helmet. She took it, jumping on the front seat. She looked hot as hell on my bike, even in her adorable pajamas. Although I don't know what she thought she was doing in the front. Could she drive a motorcycle?
"What are you doing, Lisa?" I asked her, as I slid my helmet on next, pulling the shield up so she could still see my eyes.
"Let me drive? It's been a while since I've handled a beauty like this," she said, rubbing her hand over my bike like it was the most beautiful piece of machinery she'd ever seen. It made my dick twitch, seeing her touch my bike like that.
"Don't kill us," I said, tossing her the keys. Her face lit up as she squealed in excitement.
"Navigate me," she yelled back to me as the bike came to life beneath her. I sat behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling myself close to her. Her back rested against my chest with her ass deep in my crotch.
Fuck me, that ass.
I told her which way to go as she sped us through the streets. She knew how to handle my bike well, quickly getting us to my house, as I didn't live too far from the city. She parked the bike in my garage, getting down and taking the helmet off. Her hair cascaded around her beautifully, reaching just below her mid back. She hung the helmet off the handlebar of the bike as she turned to look around. I guess she was curious as she scanned my garage, seeing my other bikes.
"This one is my favorite." She pointed to the midnight blue bike I had painted to look like a deep blue galaxy swirled with deep purple and gold sprinkled stars. It was my favorite too, not just because of the way it looked.
"Is it because of the paint?"
"I mean it adds to it, but no, I love Triumph motorcycles. The torque inline-three engines they put on their bikes are amazing. Plus, the Trident 660 is fun to handle on the streets. I like this skinnier model because of it," she explained as she continued to inspect my bike. “The paint job was really beautifully done. I can tell they took off the pieces to paint each part individually. Great workmanship.”
The way she spoke about my bike had me getting hard again. This woman was amazing, pulling me deeper into the desire I was growing for her. I hadn’t felt this way in so long that it was actually frightening.
"She's my favorite, too," I admit to her, causing her to look up at me and give me a smirk. "Now, stop stalling and follow me."
I led her inside, down to the basement where I kept the workout equipment. I put her to work right away, and I didn't relent. She wanted to learn to fight, and I had no trouble teaching her. She just needed more muscles before she could actually throw a decent punch. I would give her a couple of months of this before we added in punches or kicks.
"Ah!" she yelled, grabbing her leg with a wince.
I raced to her side, moving her hands to see she was suffering from a charlie horse. I pulled her leg out, pushing her toes towards her as I massaged her calf. Her eyes bore into mine as I continued to rub her. I knew the charlie horse had passed now, but I didn't stop, and she didn't stop me either.
"Thank you," she whispered. She held something back, though. I could hear it in her tone and see it in her eyes. Those haunting blue eyes that stuck with me even when she was gone.
"Anytime. How about we call it night? I think you've done enough." I stood, holding my hand out to her.
She nodded as she took it, letting me help her up. She kept her hand in mine a moment longer, just staring into my eyes. I wasn’t sure why my body took a step towards her, placing me in her personal space.
