“You don’t have to apologize for your emotions, Munch. If you need to cry, scream, or whatever, feel free to do that. There will never be any judgment from me.” He removed the toothpick from his mouth and leaned in.
I licked my lips in anticipation of feeling his lips on mine.
“You want to kiss me, Munch?” he asked as he smiled.
“Yes, Kane.”
He smiled again. His mouth was so close to mine I could feel his breath.
“Tell me you want to kiss me, Munch.”
I playfully rolled my eyes. “I want to kiss you, Kane.”
As soon as the last syllable of his name left my mouth, his lips were on me. I felt his tongue slip past my lips, then explore the inside of my mouth. He kissed me like he was eating my pussy, and at that moment, I wanted it more than anything. We couldn’t, though, because even though we were alone, there were still way too many people nearby.
“You are one lucky lady,” Kane muttered against my lips.
“Why you say that?” I asked breathlessly.
“Because I would fuck you right here if I could, but I respect you too much to do that.”
I had a visual of him fucking me on his bike, under the night sky. I wanted to look up at the stars while he pounded into me. The thought made me shiver. I didn’t know how I would ride home with wet panties, but they were ruined.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to it if we weren’t surrounded by so many people.”
“Noted. It’s almost time to head back. There’s a bathroom if you need to use it before we get on the road. We can always stop if you need to. Don’t be afraid to ask. I’m in charge of this shit, so if I say we stop, we stop.” He gave me a quick peck.
“Yes, sir.”
We got up and went to the bathroom, before we met up with everyone else. We left in the same formation we had come.
It was cool, and I was happy that Kane asked me to go. I hoped I could ride with him again one day.
I found myself thinking about Munch more than I should have been. When I wasn’t around her, I wanted to talk to her. When she was in my presence, I didn’t want to let her leave. The person who I’d become was different from the way I had been practically my whole life. I wasn’t mad at it either. Being around Munch had me feeling lighter. I hadn’t admitted my feelings to her, but I was sure she had to think something. I mean, I had her on my bike, and there wasn’t another woman on Earth who could have said the same thing. I didn’t know if Munch even knew how big of a deal that was.
It took Drizzle a few days to come back after Munch smashed her shit, but she’d been hanging around more frequently. I hadn’t fucked with her in a minute, though. I wasn’t sure wherethings would go with Munch and me, but I knew I didn’t want shit else from Drizzle. Even if nothing happened with Munch, I was done with Drizzle. She wanted things from me that I wouldn’t be able to give her. I knew I shouldn’t have fucked with Drizzle in the first place, since she’d already fucked with at least three other niggas in the club before I even touched her.
It was time for our monthly dinner, and I knew Drizzle wouldn’t miss it unless she had somewhere else to go. I think since she’d come around, she’d only missed a handful of dinners. Our shit wasn’t open to the public, but we did have a few people who came through that weren’t club members. Plus, Drizzle technically worked for us, so she had a standing invite. We hadn’t needed her since Munch had been there, though.
Speaking of Munch, I felt some type of way that I hadn’t been able to talk to her the whole day. She volunteered to help Isis and Carmen with dinner. From what she told me, she had planned on baking some desserts. I was just happy to hear that she wanted to bake since she said she hadn’t since her brother died. I was never the type to cupcake on the phone, but Munch had me talking to her while I did damn near anything. It was nothing now for me to sit on my couch and talk to her about shit she saw on social media or a movie she watched. I loved the sound of her sweet, honeyed voice, so I didn’t give a fuck what she talked about, as long as she talked. She was happier than she had been since she first came around, but I caught her in her feelings sometimes. It was normal, though, because I still had my moments, thinking about my dad. I learned that losing a loved one wasn’t something you just got over; you just learned how to function from one day to the next. It was a process.
I spent the morning having breakfast with my mother, then I had a few clients. I had a piece that took over two hours. I made him the last one of the day because I wanted time to go homeand change before dinner. After I showered and changed my clothes, I headed out of my place and went to the clubhouse.
As soon as I parked my bike in front, the scent of food hit me. The door was open since it had been an unseasonably warm day, and laughter spilled out onto the sidewalk.
The minute I walked through the door, I heard Slider talking shit as he and Tech shot pool. I shook my head and walked over to them.
“About time you got here,” Slider said as we slapped hands.
“I had a few clients today.” I turned toward Tech and gave him dap. “You over here taking this man’s money,” I joked while I pointed at Slider.
Slider sucked his teeth, then lined up for his next shop.
I looked around in search of Munch, but I didn’t see her. I tried to be discreet, but I knew Tech’s observant ass would catch me.
“I think she went in the back with Carmen for something.” He smirked.
“You don’t even know who I’m looking for.”
