Chapter Three

The bar had left me in a bit of daze, I needed to do something to distract myself.

The evening was a bit cool for the summer, but it was still high sixties. I walked out into the garage to start the bike. Waiting for her to warm up I peered over at the wall and see the yield sign that Brooke and I had stolen from the middle of the road a couple years back. It made me think back to those times, why did she need to come back to town? How arrogant could she really be to march in and demand that she still be a part of my life, what in the actual fuck?

As soon as I pulled out, I went straight for the highway. I needed to let off some steam and twisting that throttle was how I was going to do it. I pass through the tollbooth and around the clover leaf. As soon as I stand the bike upright, I punched it. I felt her shred through all four gears with the same intensity and fury I had during that stupid ass conversation. That was a half hour of my life I would never get back, and after I had promised myself not to ever give her another second of my time. Goddamnit!

I was dancing back and forth between the cars in either lane. I’ve never been much a lane splitter, but today I just don’t give a shit. In front of me there is a small sedan that’s trying to pass a tractor trailer. I come up behind and get real close to her bumper, swerving back and forth waiting for my opportunity to go. Finally, she starts to accelerate a little and I see the truck give some space in the center between the two. Not wasting any time, I pull my clutch, drop her into third and punch it. Just as Im rolling out around her passenger side I see the trucker correct his driving and start coming back towards me. Suddenly, I was about to get pinched between these two, at almost eighty miles an hour. I can feel the bike vibrating as I open the throttle the rest of the way. I ease her into fourth as my back tire is dancing dangerously close to her front passenger wheel, the trucker is within inches of catching the right side of my bars against his trailer. I gave a little lean to the left and rode the drift around in front of the old woman’s car. I look over and I’m still not passed the sleeper on that truck. Finally, I break past the front of the truck as a huge wind comes out from in front of him pushing me way into the left-hand lane. I always forget the effects of coming out from behind a semi on a windy day. Barely keeping myself inside the fog line on the left lane I can see her gaining on me again. One last time I drop it into third and punch it. This time the road is wide open as I watch my speed climb. Seventy, eighty, ninety, one hundred, one o five, one ten, one fifteen. I can feel the wind pushing my face back into my helmet as I'm holding 120mph straight down the highway.

I decide to stop off somewhere and have a drink. I slide off one of the exits to head downtown into the city. Just as I come into town a see a log cabin smashed in between apartment buildings and busy streets. As I pull in, I see a group of black guys playing dice on the corner, there’s a guy on the other side of the street asking what I need. I told him I was all set, as I parked the bike and went inside.

I set my helmet on the bar as an old bearded man comes up and asks, “What’ll it be?”

I reply with, “You guys have Tully’s here?”

“Sorry brother, Jameson or Glenlivet?”

“Jameson, rocks.”

He pours the drink and slides it down the bar like an old school saloon. I pushed a twenty back and he made change. The bar is totally empty except for a couple on the other end of the massive horseshoe shaped bar. It sounds like they’re arguing about something, but I can’t quite make it out. Im just watching, enjoying that it isn’t me, I’ve been that guy before, so I know what that feels like. He throws his hands up, as if to signal he’s giving up, and storms out the door.

She stands up and starts to follow him out slowly, as she gets closer I can hear her mumble “Ya know what I really just don’t give a shit anymore.”

She pulls the stool next to me and sits down. She’s stunning, five foot nothing, the most illustrious green eyes I’ve ever seen, dark hair past her shoulders. She gives me a coy little smile as she sits in the stool.

Chuckling I ask, “Aren’t you gonna go chase your man?”

“Are you kidding me? He always pulls this shit. We were just fine having a drink and a good time and when he saw you walk in; he started his shit again.”

“Wait a minute, what do you mean when I walked in?”

“He’s got a bit of a jealous side, when he saw you come walking in, he looked over at me and decided that I was looking at you just a little too long.”

“Oh, wow, so dudes like that? Total control type?”

“To the Nth degree, he knows I love motorcycles and grew up on them. But he doesn’t ride or have a bike, so whenever a man who does comes in, he thinks I want to fuck him.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Well… do you?”

“Not generally… but for you I could make an exception!”

“Well shit let's skip the small talk and get right down to it then.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“I didn’t say it was gonna be good.”

We both laughed and I summoned the bartender. “Barkeep, could we get a refill over here?”

He obliged while the two of us kept chatting.

“Listen doll, you’re an astonishing woman! I don’t know too well personally yet, but you’re easily a ten, that guy was a six at best. Why would you even accept that for yourself?”

“He wasn’t always like that. The first year we were together you never would have suspected that he had these kinds of insecurities tucked away. When they started to come out, I knew how he felt. I’ve been insecure before, I’ve struggled. When I did it, I didn’t have someone who wanted to help me through it though. He just wanted me to trust him when he obviously wasn’t trustworthy. Eventually I caught him in bed with my best friend and I took a baseball bat to his bike.”

“What was he riding?”

“He had just bought a brand-new Harley Road King, and I smashed every piece of plastic chrome or glass on it. When I was finally ordered to pay restitution I goddamn near bought him a new bike. But I digress. I knew what it was like to feel like that. Knowing that I wasn’t up to anything nefarious, I told him I would help him work through it. But the more I tried to show him he was who I loved the worse it got. Anything that could mean anything was turned into something. It was like a switch had flipped and he was a completely different person. It’s been unmanageable these last few months.”

“So, what are you going to do? How do you move forward? What’s next for you?”

“Im not sure yet, I’m going to have to deal with getting all of my shit back from him, but for now I just want to get away from it all for a few. I don’t want to live like this anymore, it's not healthy.

A buzzing started coming from her pocket, she pulled the phone and sighed. I asked what was up and she turned the screen so that I could see it.

A text message, Message text: “I know you're probably somewhere getting fucked by that biker, don’t worry about coming to get your shit. I'll have it all on the curb before you get here.”

I looked at her and laughed, “I don’t really look that much like a biker, do I? I mean I’m not wearing any colors or anything, this isn’t sons of anarchy.” We both had a little giggle and ordered another round.

“I don’t think it's that you look so much like a biker, but he saw the helmet when you came in. Let’s be honest the wallet chain, boots, beard, and ponytail don’t help your cause much. If I didn’t know better, I might think you were a younger more attractive version of my father. He rode with the Hell’s Angels for years before he died in accident a couple years ago.”

“Oh, wow that’s so sad I’m sorry, darlin.”

“It’s cool, I don’t think that I could ever fully heal but I’m past the brunt of it now.”

I grinned, “Well that’s good at least! So how do I fare as the younger better version of pops?”

“Well I’m still here talking to you, aren’t I?”

“Yea but, were the only two in the bar, forgive me for assuming it was lack of options ha-ha.”

I watched a sly grin slide across the front of her face, I knew where her mind was going.

“You’re forgiven, but you have to take me for a ride now, we wouldn’t want to make the ol’ man a liar, would we?”

“Oh God, no.”

We finished our drinks and walked outside. I threw my leg over, hit the start button and stood the bike up to steady it. I gave her a nod to say that she was good to get on. Throwing her leg over, she slid as close to me as possible, and wrapped her arms around my stomach.

“You ready, doll?”

“You know it, babe.”

There is an old road I used to take when I first learned to ride. It weaved down the entire east side of the lake, large rock wall on one side, and the other had a steel railing and dropped off forty or fifty feet down to the waters edge. It was breathtaking. I could feel her grip tightening around my stomach and slowly moving down toward my belt. I looked up to the rearview and saw this mischievous little grin on her face. I thought to myself that two can play this game. I took my left hand and put it behind me on her leg. Leaning right back into her and using her leg as an armrest I slowly move my hand up and down her leg. I can feel her start to fumble with my belt buckle so I shot my hand right up the leg of her shorts, I could feel her warmth on my fingertips. She was so wet that my own manhood had shot straight up almost out of my pants. I could feel her hands start to play inside of my pants, massaging my tool. I sat up straight pulled my arm back to the bars and told her we needed to go somewhere.

I pulled up in front of the garage door and motioned for her to get off. As I got off, I dropped my helmet and walked over to her. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her in close. We started kissing, I walked her backwards into the garage door. I heard a sigh as I held her against the door and lifted her up just a little, and kissed her once again.

I broke free and stepped back and she looked at me and said “Ya know I’ve never done this before.”

“For what its worth this is my first time too.”

“Bullshit,” she barked

“What do you think this happens to me every day?”

“Well it happened to you today!”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does to me,” she said.

"You’re more than welcome to leave, darlin."

I stepped back to give her enough room to step away if she chose. She stepped closer and kissed me again. I grabbed her by the hand and led her inside. As soon as we passed the threshold of my bedroom, I used her arm to pull her close and I lifted her up and set her on the bed. I climbed on top and started to kiss her. Moving down to her neck, I reach around her back with one hand and unsnap her bra.

“Impressive,” she says.

“Oh, yeah?” I said, as I pulled her shirt off over her head.

Laying her back down I started kissing my way down her torso stopping to give a little extra attention around the bellybutton, I slid her shorts off. Just as I was wrapping her long perfect legs around my head she stopped me and pulled me back up to her. I kissed her and ripped my shirt off. In one motion I pulled my buckle and my pants hit the floor. As I climbed back on top, I grabbed both of her ankles and put them over my shoulders as I slowly led myself into her. As we were getting it in, down in pound town, I felt this wetness all around my waist. I looked down and this chick was spraying like a fire hydrant. Squirting all over me and my bed. I ran with it, started working harder, as the excitement began to feel out of control, she lets out one last squirt I give a little grunt as I unload my masculinity all over her stomach and fall on top of her.

Immediately she pushes and tells me to get off her.

I said, “Fine then get the fuck out,” and laughed.

She didn’t. She got dressed and left. It was just me in my birthday suit and the massive puddle of fluids on my bed.