40. Isaac
40
Isaac
The next morning, the harsh growl of a motorcycle woke me up out of my sleep. Somebody was revving that shit, and right outside my fucking window. I was still half-sleep, so it took me a minute to make the connection.
After I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I walked out my front door and shook my head.
Dawn was still fine as fuck.
She wore some kind of strapless shirt that stopped just below her breasts and baggy jeans that sat low on her waist. Her tan told me she’d been on somebody’s beach getting toasty. She always did have the prettiest brown skin.
She also wore a wicked smile. The kind of smile that used to make my dick hard, because I knew what followed was gonna be some freaky shit.
But not today.
“Where you been?” I asked, out of curiosity more than anything else.
“Here and there,” she drawled, South Carolina to the bone. “Wanna ride?”
“I’m good.”
Her lips formed a perfect pout. “You’re not acting like you missed me.”
“When’s the last time I saw you?”
“I don’t know, but I remember Christmas lights were still up.”
“Oh, yeah. When you threw a fucking brick through my window. What you doin’ back in town?”
She at least had the decency to look like she regretted that shit. “Sorry, handsome. My club is out here for a charity ride.”
“Yall do that?”
“Yep. The Desert Eagles love the kids.” She chuckled. “No, for real, we need the good publicity. Our reputation is shit right now.”
“I know how that feels.”
“Mm hm. So, you really don’t wanna ride?”
I scratched my chin. My wheels were turning.
“It’s hot. Why don’t you come inside for a minute.”
She hopped off the bike with a silly grin, eagerly following me inside my place.