“You keep giving me reasons to leave your ass alone. A paralegal who’s the daughter of the mayor sounds even more risky.”
“Hm. I didn’t take you for a chicken. But maybe I misread you.”
“Why don’t you come over here and say that shit in my face?” My inquiry is to match the sentiment that shines in Jariyah’s eyes.
Just as Jariyah moves to leave her seat, a shadow makes me turn to see one of the workers approach with our food. “Enjoy.”
I nod before my eyes return to Jariyah, and I extend my open palms toward her.
“Let’s have a word of prayer.”
“Ooh. A bad boy who believes in praying.”
“Nah. A man who was taught to revere Big Homie before every action, no matter what it is.”
Jariyah winks before I take a minute to give thanks to Big Homie for the food we’re about to consume. No matter how much I don’t want to engage in the lifestyle my parents live, I will always take time to pray. Regardless of my club activities or the things I do, I will do it all after I pray.
“Tell me something that can’t be found in a conversation with one of your fellow motorcycle members.”
“I enjoy my own business and spending quiet nights at the crib.”
“Hm. Sounds boring. I would think someone like you would always be on the go with fast rides and cheap thrills.”
A frown forms because it’s clear that, despite her need to walk on the wild side, Jariyah has some unnecessary preconceived notions about my club brothers and me.
“Trust me. There’s more to me than meets the eye. The question is, are you open to finding out, or are you only willing to believe the things you’ve heard about men like me?”
My eyes rake over Jariyah’s body when she suddenly stands and struts her sexy ass over to where I am. My breath catches when she straddles me and puts her arms around my neck. My body heats to volcanic levels when her warm pussy hits my lap.
“I didn’t mean to offend you or come off as someone whose inexperience makes them naïve. Let me show you how sorry I am for the misrepresentation of my interest.”
Fireworks burst in my mind when Jariyah’s lips connect with mine as I fight the bitch ass moan in the back of my throat. The kiss is slow, thoughtful, and repentant as our lips dance in a battle of acquainting. The air around us becomes charged the longer we kiss, and my pants grow uncomfortably tighter as my dick pushes against the zipper. My arms tighten aroundJariyah’s waist as I take over the kiss. My tongue traces the soft fullness of her lips before I increase the tempo with a hungry yet soul-stirring mating dance. French kissing has never been my thing, nor has kissing a woman I barely know. Yet, here I am.
I release Jariyah’s lips and smirk when she doesn’t open her eyes right away. A smirk forms, and a low chuckle escapes when she does seconds later.
“Wow. You’re good at that.”
“I’ve been told.” I smirk as Jariyah returns to her seat, and I dig into my food.
“Cocky much?”
Maybe just a little bit.
“It’s not if the statement is true. Eat up so your food doesn’t get cold.”
Jariyah nods and digs back into her food before doing a little dance in her seat that makes me laugh.
“Is it good?”
“Mhm. Thanks for bringing me here. I’ll definitely have to come back.”
“I’ll bring you back whenever you’re ready.”
This moment and the kiss moments ago let me know that only an army will be able to keep me from claiming this woman.
“Where do you want me to take you after this?”
“You can take me home. I’ll go get my car tomorrow.”
