Six
After dropping Jiji off at the house so she could pack, I went to the clubhouse garage to get my cruiser out of storage. I kept all my bikes in tip-top condition, making sure all of them would be ready at a moment’s notice. This bike was fully dressed, making it comfortable for this long-distance ride.
Pulling my cell out, I speed-dialed the first entry and waited. “Yo Breech, what’s up, man?” I heard Fighter ask through the earpiece.
“Fighter, I know Jiji spoke to Tish today, but I wanted you to hear this from me, man. I’m taking Jiji to Florida this weekend. She’s giving me a chance, brother, and I’m taking it.”
I heard silence for a few beats, and then Fighter said, “I knew this was coming, and I appreciate the heads-up, brother, but understand, I will fuck you up if you hurt that girl. You’re closer to me than any man on this earth, but she’s my blood and I will defend her to my last breath.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less, Fighter. She’s conflicted enough about getting involved with me because of the relationship between us. I’ll tell you the same thing I told her: You could beat me to a bloody pulp, but that wouldn’t stop me from being with her. We have a connection and we both want to see where it leads.”
Fighter took an audible breath. “Tish basically said the same thing. She reminded me that we wouldn’t be where we are today if she hadn’t given me a chance. I love my sister and I want her to be happy; if she chooses you and you’re asking for my blessing… Understand this: Fuck up and you’ll answer to me. Love you, brother.” Then he hung up.
Smiling, I stuck the phone back in my pocket, started up the cruiser, and went to get my woman.
Jiji was in her bedroom, bent over in her closet pulling out shoes. Her luscious ass was in the air, swaying as she moved. Walking up to her, I landed a solid whack to both cheeks. She jumped, dropping both hands to cover her bruised posterior. “Damn it, Breech, you scared the shit out of me, and ouch that hurt,” she said, all in one breath.
Grinning, I said, “You stick it out there and I’m going to smack it, doll.”
Rubbing her butt, she turned to face me. “How much can I take with me, Breech?”
I held out a bag that looked like a backpack. “There are two more packs on the bike, but this will be your main bag, doll.”
Making a face, she took the bag, opening it and laying it on the bed. “It’s kinda small but I’ll make it work.” She had some space bag type things that she had packed and slid into the pack. Going into the closet, she returned with a pair of Nikes and flip-flops, which she added to the bag. She went into the bathroom, returning with her toiletries bag, adding it to the pile.
“I’ll be in my room; I’ve got a few things I need to pack too, Jiji. Meet me in the living room when you’re done, doll.” Walking over to her, I pulled her body against me, tipping her face up to kiss her. “Thank you for giving us a chance, Jiji. This trip is just the beginning for us.” Turning, I walked out before I threw her down on that bed and fucked her ‘til she came. The only thing stopping me was that we were facing a two-day ride and she was going to be sore enough when we were done, let alone if I had my way with her beforehand.
Packing quickly, I walked out and stowed everything I’d need away in the bike storage bags, cocking my head when I heard the screen door slam. Christ, she was going to kill me. Dressed in tight jeans, biker boots, and a short swingy top that molded to her breasts lovingly, topped off with a cropped black leather jacket, a pair of round shades, and her hair hanging down her back in a braid, she was gorgeous.
I was instantly sporting a hard-on. Damn it, riding was going to be a bitch ‘til it went down. The object of my obsession was oblivious to my discomfort; she was presently bitching about not having enough space to bring her favorite pair of boots.
Stopping next to the bike, she handed over her pack. Pulling her glasses down her nose, she looked over the top and said, “Breech, I brought an extra charging cable; does the thing have a USB plug?”
Handing her a helmet, I replied, “You can unplug for a couple hours, Jiji; it won’t kill you.” She grumbled but pulled on the helmet.
Getting on the bike, I kicked back the stand before duck-walking the bike backward and stopping in the street for Jiji to get on. She swung her leg over the bike, grabbing on to my shoulders for balance.
The bike had a King and Queen seat, totally plush but higher than the driver which meant her pussy wouldn’t be snuggled up to my ass, helpful for making my erection go down.
“Ready to ride, doll?” I asked, and her answer sounded in my helmet.
“Lead on, Macduff!”
Laughing, I rolled out.
Nine hours later, neither of us were laughing. Pulling into the motel parking lot, I stopped outside the office. Jiji climbed off the bike, pulled off her helmet, and, hanging it off her wrist, we walked into the office together.
The bored clerk looked over at us, dragged a clipboard over, and plunked it down in front of me, handing me a pen. “Cash or card?” she asked.
I handed over my card, finished the form, and took the key she handed me.
“Go outside, drive down to the end of this row, last room on this side. The maid was late today; the sheets have just been changed and the room aired. Have a good night.”
Leaving the office, Jiji groaned. “Nope, not doing it, I’ll walk down to the end and meet you there,” she said. “I need to stretch anyway.” Grinning, I mounted the bike and drove down to our room. When she finally dragged herself inside, I had already unstrapped the backpacks and put them on the table. “Dibs on the shower,” Jiji said, stripping off her jacket and laying it over the back of a chair. She moved around the room, turning on lights and checking out the bathroom. Grabbing her pack and toiletries bag from the table, she disappeared into the bathroom.
Flipping on the TV, I sat down on the side of the bed. Flipping through some channels, I saw a commercial for a local pizza joint, noted the number, and muted the TV. Knocking on the bathroom door, I called out to Jiji; she didn’t answer, so I knocked again, this time a little louder. Still no response.
Opening the door, steam billowed out, streaking past the glass walls of the stall and distorting the view from the condensation and steam. “Jiji,” I said loudly, and she looked up, her arms flying up to cover her breasts. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I thought I’d order a pizza; do you want anything on it?”
She shook her head. “No, just cheese and a diet Pepsi, please,” she said.
Backing out of the small room, I closed the door behind me. Yep, she was going to kill me, no doubt about it. I wasn’t a peeper; I hadn’t gone in there to look, but my dick didn’t seem to care. I could see glimpses of her nude body through the fogged-up glass, smell the apple scent of her shampoo; I wanted a taste of her. I forced myself back to the living room and made the call to the local pizza joint. I placed the order, gave them the address for delivery, and hung up. I turned around when the bathroom door opened and Jiji walked out.
My mind froze; she was wearing a pair of old gym shorts and a tank top that had seen better days. Her feet were bare, and her hair was wet; she dragged a brush through the shoulder-length tresses, and she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Screw the pizza—I was starving for something, but food wasn’t it.
She looked up, and the brush stopped mid-stroke, her eyes widening as she looked at me. Instinctively she backed up a step as I started towards her; she knew she was being stalked, so she stopped and held her ground ‘til I reached her. Putting a hand on my chest, she said, “I’m scared, Breech.”
Before I could answer her, someone knocked on the door. “Delivery,” I heard through the door. Cursing, I strode across the room and pulled open the door, startling the guy outside. Thrusting some extra bills in his hands for his tip, I grabbed the box and slammed the door shut, then clicked the deadbolt.
Turning to drop the pizza on the table, I saw Jiji sitting on the side of the bed. All the dancing we had done around each other was done. I crossed the room slowly, watching her, wanting her—now I was going to take her.