“O-okay.” The hesitation in not only her response but also her eyes causes a mischievous grin to form.
For the next minute or two, I guide Jariyah on how to climb onto my motorcycle and on proper leg and arm positioning, before I put my kickstand up and ease onto the street. My fucking heartbeat is erratic, and it’s crazy because I’ve had lots of women on my bike. Yet there’s something foreign about this moment that I’m unable to put my finger on.
“I know this thing goes faster than this. Take the kid gloves off. I’m okay.” Jariyah purrs in my ear as her titties press into my back.
A jolt of electricity surges through me, and without hesitation, I increase my speed as Jariyah’s arms tighten aroundme. Her thighs clench my back, and my dick twitches instantly. This might have been the worst idea I’ve had, but damn if I’m not going to enjoy it for now. I have no destination in mind, so I hop on the freeway so Jariyah can get the full effect. I weave in and out of the light traffic as my speed accelerates with each mile.
“Oh my God! This is amazing. Th-whew. Thank you.” The dreamy words that come from Jariyah’s lips have me thinking of ways to hear more of them.
What the fuck? This shit just might backfire on my ass.
My breathing accelerates, and my chest expands with something I can’t identify in this moment.
“Did you get a chance to eat?” I shout so she can hear me over the wind and the loudness of my engine.
“Not really.”
I nod before a decision enters my mind, and I zip to the right lane to take the next exit. I need to get Jariyah’s body off of me for a second so I can think clearly. I pull into a vacant lot where a late-night food truck sits. The owner is a relative of one of my club brothers, so I try to patronize her business from time to time. It’s the perfect location for Jariyah and me to break bread and talk. There are tables and chairs strategically placed throughout the area that create an intimate yet private vibe. I park near the truck and hold my breath while Jariyah climbs off the bike.
“Are you okay?” Jariyah asks.
I open my eyes, not realizing that I had even closed them when she got off behind me. Not feeling the warmth of Jariyah’s pussy and thighs against me took a minute to regroup from. It’s the strangest thing I have dealt with because I have never been this affected by a woman’s close proximity. I’m not a novice to this type of event, so I don’t know why this affects me so much.
“I’m straight. If you’re a fan of birria bowls or tacos, this spot has the best of both. They got a lot on the menu, though, if that ain’t your speed.”
Jariyah simply stares at me for countless seconds as if she’s trying to analyze what I have and haven’t said. It makes me feel bare, but I don’t shy away from her inspection. In fact, I welcome it because if little Miss High Society believes fucking around with me will be a cake walk, she’s in for a rude awakening. While I have been slightly gentle with her since exchanging numbers, the last thing I plan to do is be someone I’m not. Shit can and will get rough, so I hope she can handle it.
“Hm. Okay. What would you recommend?”
I throw my leg over my bike and stand to my full height as Jariyah’s eyes fill with lust and stars that cause me to smirk. The thrill of someone like me is what’s gonna have Jariyah climbing on more than my bike before all is said and done.
“Are you willing to let me order for you?”
“Sure.”
“Oh, it’s that easy?”
My brows hike, and my heart rate increases at the thought of Jariyah giving me a full range of more than her food order.
“It is. Have at it. I trust you.”
My heart skips a beat, and I fight the urge to pull her into my body to kiss her soft, glossy lips. Her eyes twinkle with merriment, and her smile brightens up the dark skies the longer I stare at her. Damn, this woman is about to fuck me up. Ten minutes later, we’re at one of the tables with Jariyah’s eyes on me in heavy contemplation.
“Tell me something about you that I can’t read in the tabloids,” I say.
Countless seconds pass between us as Jariyah’s eyes flash with several thoughts before she speaks again.
“I belong to a book club where the other members and I discuss the ins and outs of the books we read. It’s one of my rewards because my life has very few thrills outside of work.”
“What do you do? Or is work a loose term for nepotism and you don’t earn your own money?”
A shout of laughter escapes Jariyah’s mouth, and the sound has my hands running up and down my thighs to wipe away the sudden perspiration. The light, joyful, and breathy laughter has my chest tight and my dick hard. My tongue swipes along my dry lips as I watch Jariyah intently.
Damn!
“I think you just called me a lazy liar. That’s funny. But I’m a paralegal for Sunny Edge Law Group. I love my job, and even more because Mom hates what I do. She thinks I’m lazy since I refuse to go to law school and make something out of myself besides being a glorified legal secretary.” The light in Jariyah’s eyes let me know that she’s not offended by my inquiry or statement.
But a fucking paralegal? Why do I feel like I just stepped in cow manure?
