Chapter 18 Charisma
THREE DAYS LATER
We’re not the same people we once were, but we’re also not the same as we were a week ago.
We’re much better, and I like this place that Chaos and I are in.
It’s almost like we’re finding ourselves with each other again, while learning about each other at the same time.
This feeling that I’m on is like an all-time high, but I’m also scared that something will happen to pop this bubble of happiness that we’re in.
The other night was beautiful, and I only hope that we can continue to capture that feeling again that accompanied us all those years ago. I’ve decided not to be angry that we didn’t have more time together because of a misunderstanding. Instead, I choose to focus on the time we have now.
I’m sitting on the couch, watching some old romcom when he walks through the door later that evening.
“Hey,” I greet hesitantly, trying to gauge his mood.
“Hey,” he replies, locking his keys into the lockbox that he keeps them in on the wall.
“You have a productive day?”
He bobs his head as he hangs his cut on the hook. “Yeah. We’re making some headway on this case, tracking some folks down, and starting to find the path that might give us the answers we seek.”
“Might?”
“Yeah. I don’t count anything as legit until it happens.”
“May I ask a favor?”
“Wassup?”
“I really enjoyed the other night. Not just the cooking, watching the sunset, and reminiscing, but being outside. I miss being outside and feeling the sun’s rays on my face. It’s amazing what we take for granted until it’s no longer there.”
“What’s your favor?” he asks hesitantly, eyeing me carefully.
“Can we go for a ride on your bike? I promise not to run.”
“Charisma, I don’t think—”
“Please, Chaos. I’m not trying to go anywhere else, especially when I don’t have CJ with me. Besides, I feel safer here with you right now. I just want to get out, feel the wind, and experience a different environment for a little while. Please.”
He sighs and crooks his neck from side to side. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he stares at me, and I recall that as his telltale sign. Not only is he thinking, but he’s leaning toward doing what I’m asking of him. I don’t rejoice just yet; I hold my breath and send up a silent prayer.
“All right, we can go. But I swear, if you try to run, Charisma, I’ma make sure ya li’l ass regret it, and you won’t see CJ again.”
Chaos has never been the type of person to play or cast words and threats around idly. When he says something, he does it, and it’s hard to sway him once he’s made up his mind. I would never risk my relationship with CJ by playing with Chaos like that.
“I promise. I won’t try anything.”
“A’ight. Get your shoes on and meet me back down here.”
“Thank you,” I reply and jump up to run upstairs. I’m back within five minutes, ready to ride.
“You good?” he asks when I return.
With a smirk and a nod, I reply, “I’m perfect.”
The wind feels so good blowing over my body in the midsummer heat. The way that Chaos takes the curves in the road, navigates the hills, and weaves in and out of the sparse traffic that we come across makes me feel so free.
The first time I rode with him years ago, I was terrified.
But I no longer am. I love this feeling of being on the bike and becoming one with the road.
We eat up miles of pavement until we’re in a rural area.
There is nothing to see but green grass, trees, and a house or barn every few miles.
There are acres and acres of land to each house and miles between each one.
After we have driven for so long that I no longer see any houses, Chaos pulls off the road where he stops his bike.
“What’s this place?”
“Just somewhere I thought we could stop and chill, give you a chance to stretch your legs.”
I climb off, remove my helmet, and place it in the bitch seat that I just occupied. “That lake sure is beautiful,” I declare, pointing to the lake not too far from us as I run my fingers over my short cut.
“This entire view is beautiful,” he remarks with heavy-lidded eyes, staring at me.
“Thank you, Chaos.”
He nods, reaches inside of his jacket, and pulls out a pre-rolled blunt and cigarette lighter. I watch as he lights it.
I walk a few paces away, loving the way the earth feels underneath my feet.
Bending, I remove my sandals and press my toes in the grass.
I close my eyes and bask in the soft warmth of the earth as the grass tickles my bare feet.
The sun shines down on me, warming not only my body but my soul and my heart.
The pungent aroma of the weed inside of the blunt that he’s smoking mixes with the earthy, fresh outdoor scent. I spread my arms and take a deep inhale.
“You wanna hit?” he asks, and I spin around to see that he’s watching me.
Shaking my head, I reply, “No thanks.”
“When did you stop?”
“The minute that I learned I was pregnant with CJ.”
He nods. “That’s wassup.”
I watch as he continues smoking, but not for long. He easily puts it out and tucks both the blunt and the lighter back inside of his cut.
I hop onto the bike again and loop my arms around his neck. “This view of the lake is so serene.”
“Yeah, it is. Peaceful and relaxing.”
“I could stay here forever,” I whisper.
He kisses my neck. “We’re getting closer to finding out what happened.”
“I know. You told me before we left the apartment.”
“Yeah, but what I didn’t tell you is that Emmanuel is awoke.”
“Seriously?” I ask, leaning sideways from behind him so that I can get a better view of his face.
“Yeah, but he’s got a trach in and can’t talk right now.”
“How do you know that?”
“The MC has some people inside of the hospital who can get information to us. We’ve got people on him, keeping him safe just in case anyone tries anything.”
I squeeze him tightly. “Thank you. That means so much to me. He’s a decent guy.”
I climb off the bike again and walk around to face him.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to ride.”
“You ready to leave already? Hop on, and we can roll out.”
“No. I want to ride you on your bike.”
He chuckles but maneuvers to allow room for me to climb on the bike facing him. As I hop on, my short skirt shifts to reveal that I’m not wearing any panties.
“Did you plan this?”
“I hoped that you would take me for a ride—and yes, I did plan to initiate sex with you on this bike, if you allowed me to ride with you.”
Chaos’s eyes hang low and not from the blunt that he’s smoked, though his eyes are slightly red. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans to pull his dick free, and I adjust myself so that I can slide down his length. It takes a few adjustments, but when I finally settle on him, it’s so worth the effort.
“Oh God, Chaos. This feels amazing,” I whimper as the wind blows across my bare ass cheeks. My skirt is pushed up around my waist, and his hands are wrapped around my back, holding me close.
“You feel amazing,” he replies, thrusting up into me.
I lean in and cover his mouth with mine. Though we kiss, the animal sounds emitting from us aren’t stifled. With every moan, grunt, and groan, we saturate the air with the sounds of passionate sex.
The bike slightly rocks side to side as I bounce up and down on him, being filled with his girth and being released only to take him into me again. Each time, he spreads me wide, and then I close around him.
My pussy is like a suction cup, not wanting to let him go. Our lips are fused together in a steamy kiss that turns me on more. Chaos moves his hands underneath my shirt and palms my breasts. The rough skin on his thumbs flickers over my nipples before he pinches them.
He tugs, and I moan into his mouth, gyrating on him.
It’s crazy that at this moment, my thoughts turn to “righty-tighty, lefty-loosy.” I gyrate hard to the left to tighten the seal that my pussy lips have on his dick, and I refuse to shift again.
I don’t want to rise and lose any part of our connection.
I love this feeling of being filled by him, being so full that I’m overflowing with even more need. He feels good. This feels good.
Chaos pulls back from our kiss and stares into my eyes with drunken ones of his own.
“Girl, what are you doing to me?”
“Gah . . . I don’t . . .” I can’t explain because there are no words for what I’m feeling.
Tears stream from my eyes as we have sex, and before long, I’m coating his length with my moisture. Chaos grabs my hair, jerks my head back, and bites the flesh at the nape of my neck. He doesn’t pull back, but he growls through clenched teeth as he nuts inside of me.
We pant, trying to catch our breaths when we’re finished. I drop my forehead against his, and we remain like that for several long seconds.
When we finally catch our breaths, we pull our heads apart. His hands grip me to steady me.
“Why do you cry every time we have sex? I know that shit ain’t bad.”
I giggle. “You’re funny.”
“Nah, baby. Just a nigga who’s confident ’bout his stroke game.”
“You’re right, it’s not bad. I just can’t help it.
Sex with you is so good it takes my emotions to another level that neither my brain nor heart can comprehend.
There’s a connection that I feel with you that is unequivocal to anything else that I have felt in life.
That connection brings out all these emotions inside of me when we engage this way. ”
“I feel it too, baby, every time we come together. I want to just own you and never let go, but you’re right. There is a bond between us that can never be replicated,” he replies.
“I’ve missed you.”
“And I missed you too, Charisma.”
“I’m thinking that we had better get back now. This moisture is turning into stickiness between my thighs, and I’m afraid that I’ll be stuck to your bike when this is all said and done.”
He chuckles as he helps me off the front of his bike. “That might not be a bad thing, li’l bit.”
He winks, and my heart floods with warmth.