The reminder of my engagement with Righteous prompts me to retrieve my phone. Instead of going back to our text thread, I pull up his contact and call him. I need to hear the depth of his words in my ears to distract me from my current torment.
“Let me find out you wanted to verbalize your response. You didn’t like my message, huh?” Righteous asks when the call connects after the fourth ring.
“Actually, I didn’t see it. I got distracted by my mother.”
“Hm. Let me find out your grown ass still lives at home.” The humor in his voice isn’t lost upon me.
“Not hardly. I haven’t returned since going to college. I’m at a charity gala pretending to care that I'm here. It’s boring, and I want to be anywhere but here. I’m also hiding out in the garden to avoid conversing with someone Mom deems perfect for me.”
“Ah. So, I’m the distraction, huh?”
A frown forms as I stop and turn toward the building so I don’t get caught off guard if someone comes looking for me. The sound of music lets me know that dinner might be coming to an end.
“Is that classical music in your background?” Righteous asks.
“Mhm.”
“Damn. No wonder you came looking for me. You’re desperate for me to give you some adventure, huh?” My lower region thumps, and I clench my thighs in response to the lower yet deeper cadence of the question.
“I have a feeling that you can give me more than I’ve bargained for. But I think I’m ready. I need something, or should I say someone, like you in my life.”
“If you’re gonna take this ride, you better be sure.”
The cadence of his voice feels like a warm blanket after a shot of Hennessy. It gives me the confidence I need to affirm my desire to move forward.
“I am.” My response is a mix of a whisper and a moan as I tighten my core in an attempt to control the purrs coming from my pearl.
“Drop your location. I’m gonna pull up.”
My heart rate increases, a smile forms, and a feeling of giddiness flows through me as I pull my phone from my ear and do just that. Righteous confirms he has it and is on his way which sends me into a fit of giggles. Forget Preston. Righteous is coming! Righteous is coming! I do a little twirl as I walk further into the garden so we can have somewhere private to converse when he arrives.
“Oh my God! You’re on that death trap.” Jariyah’s eyes bulge as she takes in my motorcycle.
While I had no problem pulling up on her, I didn’t want anything to do with the crowd she was with. Therefore, I had her bring her little ass to the end of the street. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have a woman do such a thing, but for now, I need to play in Jariyah’s background.
“Come take a ride with me. It’ll be your first taste of freedom.” I smirk.
The purrs from my Kawasaki fill me with peace as I wait for Jariyah’s decision.
“I-I’ve never been on one of those before. I’m not sure I should get on. It could be dangerous.”
“I thought you were in the neighborhood for that type of time. Don’t tell me your scary ass is having doubts now.”
“I’m not. I just don’t know if it’s safe.”
“Neither am I, but here we are. Climb on. I promise to make it good for you.”
Am I really pressuring this woman to get on my damn bike?
Hell yeah! Look at her pretty ass.
Jariyah looks like she can be on a magazine, and I can’t help but admire how her body contours to the fabric of her dress. While she’s shorter than me, I have no doubt that she’ll fit nicely in my arms. Ball gown or no ball gown, I’m anxious to feel Jariyah’s body at my back.
“I’m still scared and also not dressed for such an occurrence.” Jariyah’s hands go down her flowy dress, and my dick twitches at how good she looks in it.
“Let me be your first, and I guarantee I’ll be your last. All you have to do is climb on and use the material to cover the important parts of you.”
My temple pulses, and my body trembles with the thought of Jariyah’s legs wrapped around my back.
