by Cee Bowerman
“She should forgive you.”
“She should, but it’s more fun to insult me.” He looked down at our joined hands. “Let’s go to dinner.”
“Okay.” I slid down off my bar stool to stand in front of him, my hand still in his. Even with my heels, he was still a few inches taller than me. I turned to pick up my phone and keys from the bar. “I have my car outside.”
“No. We’ll take my bike.” He dropped the hand on top of mine, but still held tightly with his other one. He turned it so that our fingers were intertwined and started to step around his brothers and Drea.
“You’re leaving me just like that?” Drea asked.
“Here are my keys. You can take my car home and I’ll call you later.” I tossed my keys her way and didn’t even stop to notice if she caught them. I walked past her without another thought and followed Bird to the door. As he held it open for me, I turned to look at Drea and the other two brothers. They were staring at us, the smiles gone now, and their mouths hung open in shock.
“Let’s go, babe.” Bird had let go of my hand and put his at the small of my back, just above my ass.
He walked beside me and stopped in front of a large, sleek, black motorcycle. He reached into his front pocket and pulled out a key ring as he threw his long leg over the bike. He reached down and touched the side of the motorcycle and flipped down a metal piece and then turned to the other side of the motorcycle and did the same thing there.
“You ever been on a bike before, hon?”
“No.” I walked to stand beside him and turned so I was facing him.
“Put your left foot on that peg, swing your other leg over, and put your right foot on that side.” I saw him smile as I pulled the neck of my shirt away from my chest and reached down to put my phone in my bra. Then, I did as he had directed me to and sat down behind him. He reached back, hooked his hands around my thighs and pulled me closer to him. “Squeeze me with your legs and wrap your arms around me. Follow my movements in the turns, keep your feet on the pegs. Relax and enjoy the ride.”
Chill bumps broke out on my arms, even in the heat. His voice was seductive and when he told me to squeeze him with my legs, it shot electricity to my clit, my pussy throbbing now on the motorcycle seat. I had a sudden vision of him with his mouth on my clit as I squeezed his head with my legs. I shook my head and tried again to follow his direction.
I did as he told me and put my arms around his waist. I leaned my head back to read what was written on the back of the leather vest he had on. It said, “Kings” and underneath it was a skull with a cigar in its mouth. On the top of the skull, tilted to the side, was a crown. “Texas” was written below the skull.
I had seen the Kings Motorcycle Club riding around town before. There were quite a few of them that rode around in pairs at all hours of the day and night. One of the club members visited one of my neighbors all the time, and I would occasionally see him walking down the sidewalk to his motorcycle early in the morning as I drove to work.
Bird turned so that I could see his profile. His hand was on my calf, and he squeezed it just a little bit.
“You got anywhere you need to be tomorrow?”
“No. I’m off work until Tuesday morning. Why?”
“Just wondering where I should take you to dinner.”
“I’m up for anything.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Surprise me.”
“Okay. I can do that.” Bird patted my leg and then turned to start the motorcycle. It rumbled underneath me, and I realized that if I moved my hips just right, it was like a huge vibrator between my legs. Bird turned and smiled at me, and I realized that he knew what I was doing when I wiggled my hips. “You ready?”
I squeezed him with my legs and locked my fingers together around his waist. He moved one foot off the ground, and I felt the bike shift into gear right before he shot away from the sidewalk. I squealed at the sudden movement and heard him laugh at me.
BIRD
When I walked out of the office with my brothers, I thought that we were going downstairs to meet Drea. I didn’t realize that she had a friend with her.
Once I was standing next to Clem and Drea hopped off her chair to hug him, I saw the beauty that was there next to her.
Her brown hair was pulled back in a knot at her neck, but little tendrils had escaped to fall around her face. Her eyes were a deep brown, and the makeup she wore just enhanced the rich color. Her cheeks were pink, but it looked like a natural blush and not some product she had put there on purpose. As I looked down at her mouth, the tip of her tongue reached out and touched her top lip. It was all I could do to control myself at that point. I was going to taste every inch of this woman if it was the last thing I did on this earth.
I moved my gaze down to her chest and saw that her breasts were full and lush. Her legs were in some stretchy black material, but I could tell that her thighs were thick. I knew without a doubt that they would feel like heaven wrapped around me on my motorcycle, and better yet, naked in my bed. I let my gaze go even farther down and saw that she had on the sexiest pair of ‘fuck me’ shoes I had ever laid eyes on. I made a mental note to make sure that she kept those shoes on later while I explored those breasts and legs of hers.
My gaze went back up to her face as I reached my hand out to introduce myself. When her hand touched mine, it was like electricity shot straight to my dick. Within just a second or two, I was so hard that I was surprised I hadn’t passed out from lack of blood flow to my brain.
Jesus. This was the sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes on.
When she spoke to me with that scratchy bedroom voice, I felt myself twitch and was afraid that I would come in my pants and embarrass myself like a virgin teenager.
Without thinking of the people around us, I asked her to dinner. To my surprise, she hopped off the chair and followed me outside to my bike.
Now, her legs wrapped around my hips, I had her on my bike with me. She told me to surprise her for dinner, and I had just the idea.
As we followed the highway out of town, I looked in the side mirror on my handlebars to see that her head was tilted back, and she had a smile on her face as the air whipped her hair around her head. I couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped me. She looked so relaxed and happy. I was glad that I had put that look on her face.
Now, I was ready to put another look on her face. One that was caused not by the wind and the sun, but a nice meal, good conversation, and a few mind-blowing orgasms.
2.
“If she’s loyal, sexy, and can make you laugh, marry her.
Move her to a nice place in the country and hide her ass like she’s drug money.”
Smokey’s advice to his son’s on choosing a good woman
SUMMER
I held onto Bird as we sped down the highway, heading out into the country. Finally, he exited the highway and slowed to turn down a side road. I looked around the area, but only saw a few houses in the distance. There was a large building up ahead on the left, with motorcycles parked outside it. A little farther down the road and to the right was a large house with a circular drive. A little farther than that I saw an even bigger house, this one with two stories. The front had tall windows that spanned both levels of the home. I could see that a huge area in the back was fenced in, the wood a dark stain against the yellow and brown grass in the field around it.
The practical voice in my head was chattering a mile a minute. We were going too fast, I wasn’t wearing a helmet, I’d just met this man and was letting him take me, all alone, to some place in the country. I didn’t know for sure where I was at and had no vehicle of my own to use if I got uncomfortable. What if he did something to me? What if he killed me? What would happen to my boys?
Another voice, this one of the woman who had been too alone for three years, was screaming in glee. She was on the sidelines cheering me on, clapping her hands and jumping for joy.
I rationalized my actions. Bird wasn’t
a total stranger. He was a good friend of Drea’s, and she had known his entire family since they were children. I wasn’t in the middle of a swamp somewhere surrounded by gators and wildlife that would eat me up. As I turned my head, I could see the highway in the distance. I had my phone stuffed into my bra, so I wasn’t completely without help at the punch of a few buttons.
I decided to let loose and silence the practical voice for the rest of the evening. I was going to roll with whatever Bird had planned, and I would be able to look back on tonight’s wild and crazy exploits for years to come.
Bird turned the motorcycle into the driveway at the end of the road, the one that led to the tallest of the two houses. As we pulled into the circular drive, I noticed that a section of the driveway veered off to go to a detached garage. Bird pulled his motorcycle up in front of the large bay door and turned it off.
“Is this a new restaurant?” I asked him with a smile.
“It’s been here for a few years, and just finished a huge remodel. It’s called ‘The Bird House.’ Best steaks in the country. Grilled to perfection right next to the pool.” Bird patted my leg and I scooted myself back away from him just a few inches. “Hold onto my hand and swing your leg back up. Get off the same way you got on.”
He put his left hand up and I took it as I used the leverage of my feet on the motorcycle to stand up just a little bit. I swung my leg over to the ground and then moved my other foot down beside it, the entire time Bird kept a tight grip on my hand.
“You good?” He asked me as he brought my hand up to kiss the knuckles.
It was all I could do not to melt in a puddle right there next to his motorcycle.
“I’m good. A little wobbly, but it’s already going away.” I tried to pull my hand back from Birds as he got off the bike, but he held onto it. He used it to pull me toward him and I squeaked as I landed against his chest.
“Is this okay with you, doll?” He asked me as his lips came down and hovered over mine. In answer, I used my other hand to grip the back of his neck and pull his mouth all the way to mine.
The kiss wasn’t gentle by any means. It was electric. He angled his head so that his lips covered mine, and I groaned as I felt his tongue sweep out and lick my bottom lip. I felt the small metal ball as we kissed, and my inner sex kitten smiled at the thought of where I wanted to feel that piercing. I ran my hand up the back of his neck and fisted it in his hair as I locked my mouth to his.
His free hand went down my back and gripped my ass at the crease where it met my thigh. He squeezed as he pulled me harder into his body. He pulled his mouth back from mine and I opened my eyes.
“Let’s go inside before we combust. Between your hot ass in my hand and those lips of yours, I’m about to melt.” Bird took a step back as my hand came down from his hair. I ran my hand down his neck and over his chest as I let it drop. “Come on sweetheart, let me show you around for a minute and then I’ll feed you.”
“What are you going to feed me?” I asked him with a coy smile.
“Every inch I’ve got.” He growled. I felt my eyes go wide and then I laughed at his words. He smiled back at me. “But first, how about a steak and a dip in the pool.”
“I don’t have a suit.”
“I’m okay with that. Very okay with that.” He held my hand in his as he started walking toward the house. We went to the side door, rather than the front, and he pulled open the glass door and then pushed open the wooden one behind it. I was shocked to realize that it wasn’t even locked.
“You don’t lock your house?” I asked him. “Out here like this, shouldn’t you be worried about someone getting in?”
He smiled and raised his hand to point at the house we had passed on the road here.
“That’s my parent’s house. My clubhouse is the big building we passed on the way here. The guys come over here throughout the day sometimes. They like the pool or whatever. This is the only road in, and I own all the land around us. It’s fine.” He nodded his head toward the inside of the house. “Come on in where it’s cool.”
I walked past him, letting go of his hand as I did. He held the door for me, and I moved in ahead of him.
I was standing at the side of a huge, open room. To my left was a dining area, then the front door entryway and a large kitchen with an island in the middle past that. To my right was a shuffleboard table and a pool table. Past the pool table was a section of the room that looked like a library with floor to ceiling bookshelves, a comfortable couch and chair with a lamp between them.
The middle of the room was sunken down a step, and had a huge sectional couch, a few tables and a large lounge chair.
On the far side of the room, next to the kitchen, was a television area complete with four recliners and a big leather couch.
As I walked further into the room to step down into the living area, I looked to my left and saw floor to ceiling windows on either side of the front door. Through the windows I could see a tiled porch and the circular drive out front. To my right between two sets of stairs, was another wall of windows looking out into a large patio and pool area.
My gaze followed the stairs up and I saw a railing go from one end of the house and curve around to another set of stairs on the other side of the room. The second level had quite a few open doors, and I assumed that those were the bedrooms of the house.
“It’s amazing. I love the set up down here.” I imagined my boys running wild through the place. They would love all this room to roam, especially during bad weather when they couldn’t play outside. “I’ve never seen a house like this. This floor plan, I mean. Was it designed specifically for you?”
“I designed it actually. All the bedrooms are upstairs. Down here the only part that is separated off is that bathroom over in the corner by the television area. I like to have space around me, be able to see everything going on. Not really one for walls.” Bird put his hand on my lower back and led me a little farther into the house, so that I was directly in the middle of the house, between front and back doors. “So, tell me, Ms. Summer, what would you like to do first? Dinner? A quick swim? Once it gets dark, a little time by the fire outside?”
“All of that sounds excellent, Mr. Bird.” He took my hand as he led me into the kitchen area and pulled out a stool for me to sit on.
“Have a seat and let me see what I can pull together for dinner.”
I perched on the bar stool and spun to look around the room as I reached up to take my hair out of the bun it was in. This time as I looked around, I noticed details and some of the decor. The furniture was all leather, different shades of brown working well together. The floor was hardwood, and there were rugs in certain areas; one in front of the sectional, another in front of the television. The rugs were multi-colored in dark, jewel tones that went well with all the brown leather in the room.
On the wall above the television was an intricate fleur de lis. It was made of different shades and textures of metal. For such a simple shape, it was a work of art. Around it, different shaped crosses were scattered on the wall. Some of them were painted in colors that matched the rugs, others were natural wood. All of the crosses were different sizes and they all complimented the furniture and other décor.
“Do you mind if I look around?” I asked Bird as I turned back to look at him.
“Go ahead. Make yourself at home. You want a drink?” He asked me as he opened the refrigerator door. “I’ve got a little of everything.”
“How about a soda?”
“What kind?”
“Coca Cola, please.”
Bird reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a canned drink. He popped it open as he slid it across the island to me.
“You want a glass and some ice?”
“No need. This is fine.” I reached over for the can as I slid off the bar stool to go explore his house. “I am dying to look around. That wall of pictures over there is calling to me. I have to get closer.”
“I’ll come with y
ou, tell you who the people in the pictures are.” Bird walked ahead of me to the wall over by the television, the one he had pointed to earlier and said was a bathroom.
The pictures were mostly snapshots, almost all of them the 4x6 size that you could get printed anywhere. They were in simple frames and jumbled on the wall. There were no straight lines, everything seemed to be thrown up there at random, but it worked.
“I like this idea for pictures. I need to do this at my house.”
“When I get a new picture I like, I put it up here, maybe replace an old one. Everyone that comes in looks at the pictures and kind of likes it when they find one of themselves.”
Bird started out at the top left and pointed out pictures of his brothers, his parents, and some of the members of his motorcycle club. Most of them were taken in what looked like his backyard, others looked like they were in a club of some type. A few were outdoors, the people on or next to motorcycles. I recognized Drea in a few of the pictures, a few of them a much younger Drea and Bird with his brothers, their hair in styles from the eighties and early nineties.
