by Hope Stone
She pointed to it and stifled a laugh. “So do you with that spoon in your hand.”
I hid the spoon with one hand behind my back, leaning forward to kiss her. “Come in, beautiful.”
She entered and looked around, sniffing. “Hmm, something smells fantastic. I’m a foodie so I’m excited about what you’re cooking.”
“Might not be what you think. No Spanish flavors tonight. I’m cooking shrimp carbonara. Any objection to carbs?” I asked, skimming my eyes over her body.
She returned the favor. “Nope.”
“Can I get you a drink? Do you like red wine?” I asked nervously.
“Yes I do.” I poured her a glass and she continued to look around my apartment.
“Go ahead, take a look around. I’m putting on the fettuccine now and stirring the sauce.”
“Okay.” She scooped up her glass and moseyed through the rooms. She returned a few minutes later, sitting at the kitchen island in front of me. “Are you going to decorate a little bit? It’s kind of bare.”
I let my eyes linger on her. “I will. I have a few photos of my parents I want to put up. Plus a few other motorcycle posters I have to get out of boxes.”
The water bubbled as the fettuccine came to the boil. “Can I help you with anything?” She licked her lips and it made me want to taste them again.
“Yes. You can chill out and enjoy your wine. You’re my guest and I want you to have fun.” Amusement played in her eyes.
“Okay.” She twisted the bottom of her wine glass in her hands. Even her long slender hands were sexy.
She propped her hand underneath her chin and continued scanning me. I spoke as I watched her right back. “Any patient you have will be in trouble.”
She frowned. “What makes you say that?” She sat up a little straighter.
I turned to her from the sink and looked her in the eyes. “Because you might cure them of one thing, but how will you cure them from heartbreak?” I grinned.
She threw back her head with laughter. “Mr. Funny Guy is back again. That was the corniest line ever.”
“Yeah, but it worked. You’re laughing,” I retorted.
“That’s true. Good point.”
“Not long now. I just gotta fry up the shrimp.”
“Okay,” she replied chirpily. “I’m enjoying the wine. It’s smooth. I like it.”
“Thank you. I’m not too bad a pick with my wines.” I pulled out my frying pan and sliced the knife through the butter, melting it in the pan. I sprinkled a little sea salt in, adding chopped garlic and laid down the shrimp, watching the pan sizzle.
“Can you smell that?” I sniffed. “Let the aroma hit you.” I smiled.
She giggled and took a sip of her wine. “Smells so good.”
I stirred in the rest of the ingredients and let the mixture simmer as I touched the tender pasta.
“Wow, I just noticed you laid out candles and everything. So sweet.”
“Hey, I’m a sweet guy. What can I say?”
“So far so good,” she responded.
“You’re worth thinking of.” I turned to see her reaction. She was playing with her hair, running her hands through it. Her magical mouth held a mysterious smile as she sipped her wine.
“Thank you. Let’s toast.”
“Good idea. Let’s toast to new beginnings.” We lifted our glasses in the air and clinked them together. Once I mixed all the ingredients for the sauce and drained the pasta, I plated up two dishes for us. “Plenty more if you want, so don’t worry. My guests never leave hungry. Have a seat at the table, beautiful.”
She moved to the table and waited as I placed the dish down in front of her. “Yum, yes, I can’t wait.”
I topped up her wine and finally sat with her. “Okay, now we’re ready.”
“Yes, we are.”
“How’s your last two weeks been?” I asked.
“I’ve been studying really hard. It’s frying my brain, but I think I’m going to be okay.” She curled the fettuccine around her fork and tasted. I waited. She closed her eyes and left a little cream sauce dripping from her chin.
We were sitting diagonally from one another, so I closed the gap. “Look at me for a minute.”
She turned and I wiped her chin with my thumb and sucked the sauce off it. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes narrowed.
“You had a little sauce there,” I told her huskily. I leaned back in my seat and took a bite.
“Umm. Thank you.” She licked her lips and kept eating.
“It’s amazing you're going to be a doctor. I can’t study like that because I can’t sit still. I like to build things. I’m more of a hands-on type of guy.”
“I can see that.” She glanced over my forearms. “So when did you start with the bikes and hey, by the way, what happened to the warehouse you went to look at?”
“Good memory. I got it and that’s where I’m starting to repair bikes. I’m leasing it for now. I used to help my father repair bikes in his backyard. He played a huge part in that.”
“Cool,” she said with a smoldering glance that made my veins burn like hot coals. I watched her lips connect with the wine glass and sip. I felt a brushing sensation under the table. Misty’s bare foot was sliding up and down my leg. I caught her leg mid-calf and kneaded a little.
“Mmm,” she moaned, closing her eyes.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Real good.” Her sensual gaze met mine as we left our plates and I pulled away from the table. She moistened her lips and her chest began rising and falling. I beckoned her to come sit on my lap. She straddled me and wrapped her legs around the chair. Her silkened locks smelled of fresh shampoo as I pushed them back from her face. Her slender arms slid into the back of my hair.
“I love your wild hair,” she murmured.
“Thank you.” I found an opening on her neck and kissed her there lightly. She parted her lips in desire. I focused on the fullness of her lips as my hands cupped her buttocks. I slid her forward so we fit together tighter. Chest to chest, hearts beating together. The soft melodic mood music in the background only heightened the magic of the moment. I took over her lips, prising them open and tasting their velvety fire. Our tongues danced as one. She arched her back and moaned in pleasure as I fondled her breasts. The assault of kisses to her neck made her buck against me, letting me know she was ready for more.
“Misty. I want you,” I growled, my manhood rising from primal desire. Her olive-green eyes sparked with Spanish fire.
“Then let’s go.” She nibbled my ear as I lifted her straight up from the chair and carried her to my bedroom. She laughed with glee and it made me smile.
“You’re so sexy. I swear to God.”
“So are you, papi.”
I swiftly strode to the bedroom and let her slide down from my hands. She unbuttoned my shirt with her slender fingers as I lifted her top out of her pants. I worked out of my jeans and she started to take hers down.
“Wait, let me.” I pulled them down her legs as she shifted backward on the bed in her g-string. She signaled with her finger and I crawled on top of her like a hungry lion ready for his feast. I could barely suck in enough oxygen from the internal fire I had for her. She splayed her hands across my chest as I nibbled down her neck. She shivered from my touch, very responsive. I unclipped her bra and bent my head to suck and lick her swollen buds. I circled there for a moment until I felt both had been satisfied. She cried out in delight and lifted her body for more. I stroked her stomach as I kissed all the way to her belly button, pausing there and circling with my tongue. My cock strained under the fabric of my underwear, but I was more interested in Misty’s pleasure first. I slipped her out of her g-string and placed my fingers into her hot entry door to paradise, to check the temperature. She gasped in shock and parted her ocean for me to dive into. Misty was hot. moist and ready for me. She tunneled her fingers into my hair as I caressed her inner thigh with my lips. She writhed in frustration as I stayed ther
e for a minute.
“You’re teasing me,” she moaned with primal urgency.
“Hold still.” I parted her with my tongue and slid my hands under her buttocks for maximum entry. I let my tongue flutter and move more gently. At first I increased the pressure and drove my tongue deep inside her flower. Just when I thought she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, I located her most sensitive spot and began the slow flicking of my tongue, sending a torpedo of an orgasm rippling through her body. Her eyes were closed tight and the sweet release made her call out.
Her feline eyes opened with dark eroticism as I stepped out of my underwear. My erection stood full mast. I reached to my side drawer for a condom and rolled it on quickly. Misty’s eyes widened with feverish desire. I lifted her legs to my shoulder, holding her feet. I gave her ankle a passionate love bite and she moaned. I penetrated her sleek walls, finding a solid rhythm as her breasts bounced in time with the impact. Her breath was out of control now as I thrust into her hot furnace. Her primal Spanish fire charged as she pushed her buttocks against me and bit down on her lip and guttural sounds came out. More friction, more heat and sweat beads covered us both.
“Harder, papi!” she groaned with desperation. I leaned over her, grabbing her buttocks and driving deeper and faster. She pulled my hair with one hand and I pinned the other. It was impossible to hold on to control as her face contorted with ecstasy and an explosion ripped through my cock, taking me over the edge. Misty’s cries rang out with mine simultaneously as I felt her internal walls clamp down around me in orgasm. I lay on top of her with a raspy breath, eventually rolling off, seeing stars on the ceiling. She stroked my chest with the back of her hand.
“Just what the doctor ordered,” she cooed. We both laughed as I scooped her to me, kissing her cheek.
“You’re so wonderful, Misty,” I said quietly.
She lifted her arm around my head and stroked. “So are you,” she murmured, and we fell asleep in each other's arms just like that.
Misty
Merced, the place known as Our Lady of Grace. If it wasn’t for my studies I’d be somewhere else. But lying in Diego’s bed, I knew Merced was the place I needed to be for now. Light streamed in the window behind us as I nestled in the crook of Diego’s arm, dozing peacefully. He woke me up with a kiss.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, stroking my bare back.
“Good morning.” I shielded my eyes under his arm, not wanting to get up. He showered me with kisses, curling his arm around me. I giggled. “Noooo, I don’t wanna get up!” The sound of the radio alarm clock came on and Diego reached with his free hand to stop it.
“Baby, don’t you have to go to class this morning? I can’t let my doctor be late for class.”
I groaned in irritation a little more as I stayed in the fetal position, reveling in the comfort of the bed. I was feeling too floaty to go to class. Diego was up now and looking over my face.
“You look gorgeous with bed hair.” He put a finger underneath my armpits and started the tickling assault.
My eyes widened. “Noooo, what are you doing! That’s not fair. I like it here, this bed is nice.” I snuggled my face into it and sighed.
Diego tugged the sheets from under me, letting the cool air hit my naked skin. “Not like you can’t come back. I know you have class because you told me. I’ll make you a strong cup of coffee and some toast, how about that?”
“I guess...” I started the slow movement of getting up. Diego already had shorts on and was watching me as I rose.
His eyes wandered over my body. “I can’t stay in here too long, otherwise we won’t make it out of this room.”
I laughed. “Uh-huh. I won’t argue with you there. I’m going to take a shower.”
He tapped my butt lightly. “Fresh towels are on the rack, baby. Coffee coming up.”
Diego’s dirty blond streaks hung over his face as I admired his masculinity. The guy was sexy. His broad, tanned shoulders made me feel safe. On the walk out, I noticed the large eagle tattooed on his back. No other visible tattoos were on him. I made a note to ask him what it represented.
I showered and let the hot water wash the remnants of lovemaking from me. Feeling invigorated and refreshed, I made my way to the kitchen. The sunlight from his open windows made me squint.
“Hey, hey. Here’s my girl. I got a nice cup of coffee for you coming up. How you like it?”
I saw it was percolated coffee. “Just black with a little milk is good. What time is it? Gotta be early,” I remarked.
“Yep. It’s seven a.m.”
I smiled at him as he poured a cup and put it in front of me.
“You’re really thoughtful, you know that? You could have let me be late…” He turned to me and leaned across the kitchen counter.
“I keep trying to tell you, I’m a nice guy.” I grinned and sipped my coffee. “I have to get to the garage this morning as well. I’m fixing my first bike,” he said with pride.
“Wow. That’s good. I thought you were more into real estate for some reason?”
He paused for a second and sipped his own coffee.
“Sure I am, but I fix bikes too and it will help me get people to the chapter I’m opening.”
I froze for a minute and sat my coffee down. “Chapter?” I frowned. “What do you mean ‘chapter’?”
“Toast?” he asked.
“Yes. I’ll have a couple of pieces. Chapter? Tell me more.” My stomach started to tighten up. I had a feeling I knew what he was about to tell me.
He took the bread out and put it into the toaster. “So, I’m part of a motorcycle club called The Outlaw Souls and we’ve decided to expand the chapter here in Merced. I’m heading that up right now.”
He faced me with earnestness in his eyes and I knew my face was flushing red. Silently, my insides were churning at the news. I felt the disappointment wash over me.
“Are you serious? You’re part of a motorcycle chapter and you didn’t think to tell me?” I spat back dramatically.
A look of confusion came over Diego’s handsome face. “What’s the issue, baby? I mean, I ride bikes. It's no different being in a club than you being part of a club – I don’t know, to do with doctors or something.”
I sat up straighter and looked him dead in the eye. “Like hell it is! Outlaw Souls? What kind of title is that? We live in Merced, this place has the highest crime rate in California. You're lying right now.” My blood was boiling, mainly at myself, but I wouldn’t tell him that.
He eyed me with interest as he moved closer to me. I stood up from the chair, even though only half my coffee was finished. My hands were trembling with anger.
“I like that feisty Spanish fire in you,” he said. “You need to calm down though. This club is about community. We do a lot of great things for people. Starting a chapter in a place with crime is actually a good thing.”
I crossed my arms and looked back at him. “I don’t want anything to do with shadiness. I know about motorcycle gangs. I just don’t need that in my life, Diego.”
He closed the gap between us, completely wrapping his arms around my waist. His eyes darkened as he looked into my eyes. “Sweet thing, I wouldn’t put you in danger like that. I’m telling the truth. I hear where you’re coming from. But stop worrying. We’re legit, I promise you that.”
I felt the knot start to unravel part way. I circled my finger around his chest and he smiled at me with those delicious eyes. Hard to resist the man. He didn’t know what I knew, though.
“Look- I just. I don’t know. I want to be a doctor so bad and look after my community. I can't jeopardize that.”
He stroked my back as his warm breath fell on me. “So you’re telling me something…”
Puzzled, I talked into his chest without looking up. “What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
He smoothed down my hair as the toast popped. “Are you talking about a future with us?”
I blushed. “I mean- no. That’s
not what I meant. We’re not together officially, I get it. I just don't-”
“I’m not exactly against the idea if you can’t tell.” He grinned at my anxiety. “You’ve got nothing to worry about and I would never want to put you in harm’s way.”
My mind began to race. “What’s to stop a rival gang approaching you, though? You might be doing good, but how do you know they are?” My heart was beating faster than I wanted it to.
He released me. “Want your toast? How do you like it?”
He was changing the subject and it was ticking me off. “Please answer me, and no, all of a sudden I’ve lost my appetite.” I started packing my purse and getting things ready, looking around to make sure I didn’t forget anything.
He ran his hand through his hair. “Yes, we may have had some dealings with other motorcycle clubs in the past. But that shit’s in the past. I would tell you, just like I told you now. We do a lot for our people and we want the community involved. Just give me a chance,” he pleaded.
I closed my eyes briefly. “Look, we’re good, you just shocked me with it. I didn’t know that’s what you were into. Like you said, I gotta get to class, plus I have to go home first. Thanks for the toast, but I’m going to leave it.” My flat tone gave it away.
“You’re not good completely, though, are you? I can hear it in your voice…” he challenged me and I avoided his gaze. “Don’t turn away from me now when we’re just getting started. Give me time to show you, mamacita.”
I sighed. “I need some time to think about it, Diego.” I softened and went to him standing on my tiptoes, giving him a quick peck on the lips. I walked quickly to the door, opening it.
He stood there in disbelief. “I can’t believe you’re just going to leave it like this. Over me opening a bike club? There’s got to be more to this… Don’t walk out.” His eyes were begging for answers.
“Diego,” I said as I turned back one last time. “I had a wonderful time last night. I enjoyed myself and you. I just need a little time to think it over. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Well, I mean, okay. You’ll see. Not much I can do if you won’t listen to me,” he mumbled.
