Chapter 6
“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.
“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 around me.
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?
“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 na?ve. 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 around Jariyah’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.”
“Hm. Do I need to scale your building like that dude in a red cape so no one sees me bringing you home?”
Jariyah laughs heartily, causing food to fly from her mouth, and it’s anything but unattractive. Even that thought has me feeling out of sorts, because how can I find that action cute? How the hell am I gone off this woman so soon? Damn, Deacon’s ass might have rubbed off on me.
It takes no time for us to finish our food before we’re outside Jariyah’s front door.
“Let me taste those lips again,” I tell her as my eyes shift from her eyes to her lips.
I don’t give her time to agree as I back her up to the door before I lean in and connect our lips. My heart leaps, my pulse races, and fireworks ignite as our mouths dance. It’s a blend of dominance and determination as I deepen the kiss.
“Mm.” Jariyah moans through the slight opening of our lips as she grips my vest tight.
The urge to breathe breaks our connection as I lean my forehead on Jariyah’s. I’m sure we’re a sight to any voyeurs in the vicinity due to our height difference. My chest thumps wildly as I fight to regain my composure. Air passes from our mouths, and it’s the energy I need to breathe.
“I gotta go. But I’ll be in touch soon,” I say in a heavy voice as I fight not to beg her to stay.
“Where the fuck have you been, and why haven’t you acknowledged my messages?” Gunz barks when I enter the clubhouse an undetermined time later.
My forehead wrinkles, and I bite the inside of my cheek as I remind myself that Gunz is my superior.
“Man, you might want to watch how you’re coming at me, bro.”
“Whoa. Chill, Righteous. You’ve been MIA, and some shit just went down, so we need all hands on deck,” Shadow says, seemingly coming from out of nowhere.
The glare in Gunz’s eyes and the defense in his stance doesn’t dissipate which puts me on alert.
“So maybe your sensitive ass should have led with that.” I walk away from him and further into the club to see what’s going on.
My senses become hyper-alert when I see all my brothers in the middle of the main floor, each with varying degrees of frustration. Deacon paces back and forth with menace in his eyes. Diesel’s face is a hard mask with murder in his eyes as he watches me with rapt attention.
“I hear your ass has been out shooting the shit with someone who could become trouble for us. We’ll deal with that shit later, privately, because we have bigger fish to fry. We’ve been hit,” Diesel rants.
“Yeah, little miss uppity should be the least of your worries and interests right now. We had church not long ago telling you mothafuckas to be careful of your surroundings and shit. Now, here your love jones ass goes riding off into the sunset with the mayor’s daughter.
We don’t need the unwanted police attention, especially when it’s time to prove to fuck niggas how we give it up,” Gunz adds in a harsh tone.
“One of our spots was hit tonight. Since you need a reminder of your loyalty and focus, it’s been decided that you’re gonna lead tonight’s retaliation mission,” Shadow grumbles.
“Man, y’all are tripping. But you got that. Give me a minute to think about a plan,” I say.
It takes me a minute to shift my thoughts from Jariyah to club business, which must piss Diesel off, as he stares me down before asking a question.
“Is she worth you being off your game, bro?”
I’m trying to find out, nigga.
My mind echoes the statement, and I frown while I try to form a response that won’t sound defensive or hostile.
“It’s too early to know for sure. But I want her.” My response is confident and sure because I know I’m not ready to give Jariyah up.
“Then my advice is to either end it or make sure that she’s solid,” Deacon says as he joins the conversation for the first time since my arrival.
Damn. I could handle everyone’s rebuttal and words with heavy pushback. But Deacon’s words have me stuck in place. I know the history between him and his wife, so if he’s taking this stance, it gives me something to chew on.