Chapter 17 Ghana
“What up doe, Ru?” I greeted him as Ros and I walked into his bike shop. He sat at his desk, clicking around on the computer, before he stood and came around to greet us.
“What up, my baby?” He slapped me a five. “Ms. Autumn,” he said, giving Autumn a hug.
“Hey, Mekai. I’ve never been here before. This is really nice,” she complimented, looking around the shop.
“Thank you kindly. What brings y’all by on this beautiful day?”
“Shit much. Shorty wanna ride wit’ me. Came to check out some starter bikes for her.”
Ruger’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Oh, word? You trying to be a Rebel wifey, huh?”
Autumn giggled and nodded. “Is that what y’all call the ladies in the crew?”
“Amongst other things.” We both laughed. “I can’t get Kenzi to ride to save my life. Not even a fucking moped, with her scary ass.”
“Not too much on my girl.” Autumn laughed.
He smiled. “It’s cool. She rides other things perfectly fine.”
“Bruh, cool out,” I said as he laughed.
“Come to the back. I’m sure we got something that’ll get you right.”
We followed him through a door up ahead to the showroom floor. On one side, there were mechanics working on a few bikes, and on the other was where the Harleys, Ducatis, Yamahas, Suzukis, Kawasakis, BMWs, and more were.
“Wow. It’s like a bike galore in here,” Autumn said in amazement.
“Take a look around. I’m sure we got something to start you off.”
“I think I see one I want already.” She beamed, walking down the aisle toward the Yamahas and BMWs. I felt my chest expand as I watched how excited she was. When she told me this morning about how she wanted to learn how to ride, my dick got hard, and I fucked her stupid.
Most women just wanted to ride on the back with their ass in the air, but not my baby. Every moment I spent with her made me fall more and more in love with her.
“This one,” she said, running her manicured fingers over the 2021 BMW S1000RR.
“I don’t know, Ros. That might be too much power for you,” I told her. “How about we get you a Kawasaki?”
“You don’t think I can handle a little power?” She smirked.
“I’m sure you can, but—”
“No buts, sir. You said I could get whatever I wanted, no?”
I ran a palm over my head and looked at Ruger.
He shrugged. “Give the lady what she wants, Grue.”
“You ain’t no fucking help, man,” I said as he laughed. “Fine, Ros. Whatever you want, baby.”
“Ayye! I knew you loved me!” she yelled, tossing her arms around me. I chuckled, reached into my pocket for my wallet, and handed Ruger my card.
“Let me go get started on that paperwork,” he said, then walked off.
“Let me talk to you right quick.” I pulled her over to where the restrooms were and went inside. I locked the door and turned to her, pulling her close, and driving my tongue in her mouth. I gripped her ass and pulled my mouth from hers.
“Turn that ass around,” I told her.
“Nooo, not here.”
“I need that, Ros. Imagining you on that bike got me hard as fuck. You gon’ leave me hanging?”
“We’re in your brother-in-law’s . . . Mmm.”
I slid my hand in her jeans and played with her pearl. “I don’t give a fuck about any of that. I want to feel you. You wasting time, Ros. Bend that ass over for me.”
She turned and placed her palms on the sink while I undid my jeans and pulled my dick out. Her jeans and panties were at her thighs in no time as I slid inside of her.
“Shit, Ros. This pussy so fucking good,” I said, pounding into her. She let out a loud moan, and I put my hand over her mouth and kept my pace.
“You gon’ cum on this dick, baby?”
“Mm-hmm!”
“Let me see it. You know you gotta get yours first before I get mine. Let her talk to me.”
She wound her hips and threw her ass back.
I rocked my hips into her, feeling her walls suck me in while trying not to cum first. I swear I’d never felt pussy this good in my life.
Everything about this woman had my fucking head floating on cloud nine.
I dipped my knees to dig a little deeper and felt her body vibrating against me.
“Mm-hmm, daddy knows how to make that pussy cum, don’t he?” I asked, kissing her neck and hitting her with a few more strokes before pulling out and dropping my load on her ass.
“Shit, Ghana. You drive me crazy, baby.”
“Not as crazy as you drive me. Believe that.”
She turned and looked at me. “I love you.”
I smiled and bit my lip to keep from blushing like a girl. “I love you too, baby. For real.” I kissed her lips as we cleaned up and exited the restroom.
“A’ight, shorty. You ready to ride out?” I asked Ros as she sat on her new bike. We had been sitting in front of the shop for twenty minutes now. I could see the nervousness on her face, and I tried not to laugh. “If you scared, we can wait.”
“No, . . . no, I got this.”
“Okay. Start it up. Remember to go slow and steady until you feel comfortable, a’ight? I’ll be right beside you.”
“Okay. I’m ready.” She started up, and I showed her how it worked, what to do, and how to become one with the bike.
I then climbed on my bike and nodded for her to go first. When she pulled off, I smiled at how the bike wiggled a little before she got a hold of it and rode at a steady pace.
It wasn’t long before we went a little faster, and I was proud to see her riding.
Nichelle wouldn’t be caught dead on a bike.
Her ass wouldn’t even get on the back of mine.
This thing between Autumn and me showed me the difference in my relationship with Nich and her. Autumn was willing and ready to try new things; she paid attention to shit I was interested in and never looked at me differently.
I loved everything about her sexy ass, and I couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t scary as fuck that I fell so deep, so fast after that bullshit with Nich, but Autumn made this shit feel real—effortless.
We cruised the streets together, side by side, until we ended up downtown at the riverwalk. We sat by the water, looking out at the setting sun, my arms wrapped around her, feeling at peace.
“I missed my session yesterday,” I told her, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
“You did. You want to talk now?”
I nodded.
“Okay, let me take off my biker babe hat.” She pretended to take off the hat and put another one on. “Doctor Autumn Blake hat is on. Tell me how you’re feeling today, Mr. Abara.”
My eyes roved over her face as I stared in pure admiration at this woman. She opened doors I had since shut, locked, and buried the key to. She made me feel vulnerable around her and safe enough to express myself without being judged.
I didn’t know what was happening in the universe for her to just fall into my lap and heal parts of me that I never knew were possible, but I had to give it to the Creator for trusting me with one of His top-tier angels.
“How are you like this?”
“Like what?”
“So . . . I don’t know fucking know, man.
I feel like I don’t deserve somebody like you for all the bad shit I’d done in my life.
You make me feel shit that I’d never had before.
I was with Nichelle for two years, and she never made me feel like I could fully open my heart to her.
Nichelle’s actions were superfluous, like she was trying too hard to impress and hide the elephant between us by overdoing shit.
“With you, I don’t feel like a shoe about to drop.
You listen to me, try to learn me, and meet me where I am.
When I feel like shit is getting too much, it's like you’re there to catch me before I can even touch that dark space.
I know this may sound crazy, but according to my medical history, I’m a crazy motherfucka.
But I want you to be my wife. I want to have kids with you and wake up to you every morning.
“The shit is so potent that I feel like I finally found my peace.” I could see her eyes mist as a soft smile spread across her lips. Her forehead dropped to mine, and she nuzzled her nose against mine.
“I don’t know why either, baby. But being raised by a pastor and first lady made me look at life differently—people differently.
They put all the good in me but still allowed me to mess up while correcting me.
I’m not perfect. And I want you to know that I’m scared, too, but I know that whatever is happening between us is meant to be.
My parents always told me to do it scared.
If it doesn’t work out, then it was never meant to be, and at least I tried.
God is moving in your life, Ghana. Embrace Him, and whatever He’s doing to make this happen, let Him.
You deserve to give love and to be loved. ”
I smiled. “Are we ready for promises? Or we still pinky swearing?”
She laughed. “I think we upgraded to promise status a long time ago.”
“Cool, then promise me something.”
“What is it?”
“That if my world ever turns dark again, that you’d never try to physically touch me. I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you, my sister, or Taylor. Just let it rock until I’m out of it.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. But as long as I’m here, you’ll never have to worry about being in the dark, so that’s one promise I know I can keep.”
I smirked and kissed her lips. My phone buzzed with my sister’s name on the screen, and I answered on speaker.
“What up, Sis?”
“Hey, Brother. We’re having game night tonight, and you can bring your new girlfriend by since she doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore.”
Autumn laughed. “Kenzi, please. How did you come to that conclusion, ma’am?”
“Since you can’t answer the phone when I call.”
“I was on my new bike, sis. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, I heard my brother got you a lil bike. Trying to show out on me.” Kenzi laughed.
“Then get your ass a bike, and we can be Rebel Wifeys!”
I laughed out loud at that.
“No thanks. I like to be a passenger or backseat princess. I’ll leave the riding to the brave girlies.” They laughed.
“We’ll be there, Sis,” I told her.
“Okay, hurry so we can bust y’all heads in these games.”
“A’ight, peace.” I hung up and tapped Autumn’s bottom to stand. “I hope you’re good at playing games. Ruger and Kenzi are competitive as hell, so you gotta know how to trash talk, not renege, and crack jokes.”
“Oh, baby, you ain’t gotta tell me. I love a good competition!”
I laughed. “A’ight, let’s roll. And don’t try to show out like you tried to do earlier, or you're going on punishment.”
“I love a good punishment.” She winked.
“Don’t play wit—Ros!” I called after her while she laughed and hurried off.