Clementine
I was a little embarrassed at the end of the night when I realized how long I’d been talking while Falcon just sat there and listened. I realized I’d spilled my life’s story to him while he hadn’t told me much about himself at all. All I knew was his name and that he was part of a motorcycle club. I figured the last part out by the vest. It said Rogue Demons on the back.
He was dangerous, and that drew me to him even more. I couldn’t explain it. He was everything I should have been avoiding; yet, I was throwing myself at him. In my defense, he was incredibly sexy, very attentive, and there was wine. I wasn’t much of a drinker, so a couple of glasses really did me in and unlocked my tongue.
The ride back from Sapphire was just as intoxicating as the wine had been, if not more. The first time I got on his bike, on the way to dinner, I had been pretty afraid of letting go and falling off, but even then, something in the way the bike moved turned me on. There was something very free about being wide open like that, instead of being in a closed off car or truck.
On the way back to my apartment, I felt much more comfortable. I could actually enjoy pressing my body against his, with the metal beast roaring between my legs. I wasn’t holding on for dear life anymore. I was simply holding onto the man who promised to show me so many different things if I didn’t let go of him.
When we pulled back into my parking lot, I was reeling from the thrill of the adventure I’d just been on. My thighs were still quivering and shaking from the bike as I climbed off the back of it. I pulled off my helmet and handed it to him. “Thank you for tonight. I had a really good time.”
“So did I,” he said, and the desire in his eyes was palpable.
“Would you like to come up with me?” I asked. “The way I see it, a night like this doesn’t have to end just because dinner is over.” I knew how it sounded, and I knew he’d see it was an invitation for more than just a few more minutes of gushing conversation, but I couldn’t help myself. The desire I felt growing deep inside of me was beginning to spread, and I had to take a chance. Part of me hoped he would decline my invitation, and that was the part of me that knew I would regret it in the morning if he’d accepted, but there was part of me that wanted him to come up and show me what I’d been missing all those years of saving myself for the right man.
He hesitated before he answered. I could see in his eyes that he was weighing the options. The hunger and desire of the biker in him took a backseat, though, to the gentleman he’d shown me on our date. “No, not tonight,” he said. “As much as I would love to see your place and get to know you that way, I don’t think the time is right for all of that.” He placed a hand under my chin while he talked, holding my gaze with his.
I blushed. He was doing everything right, and I was still trying to throw myself at him like he was a limited time offer. If I’d heard him correctly, it seemed to me that he had just told me there would be another chance at another time for us to get to know each other better.
“Thank you,” I told him with a smile, and gave him a hug.
“So tell me something, Clementine. How does a cashier at a card shop afford a place like this?” he asked as we parted from our embrace.
“I don’t,” I admitted. “My brother pays for it.”
“Wow, he must really be doing well, then,” he commented, looking up at my tall building.
“I guess so. Like I said, I don’t really see him as often as I’d like to. But, hey, he’ll be back in town in a week or so. Maybe you can meet him then,” I suggested. “That is, if we’re still doing this by then.”
There was still a little bit of doubt in my mind as to whether or not Falcon was being genuine with me. It seemed entirely possible to me that he turned me down simply because I was inexperienced. Then again, why was I so worried about it? Once the wine was out of my system and I was away from his mesmerizing emerald stare, I would thank my lucky stars that he hadn’t come up and taken advantage of me. I was starting to get confused by all of this. Why did I want him so much?
“I’d love to meet your brother sometime,” Falcon said.
The little girl in me jumped up and down and squealed. I wanted to run inside and call my best friend to share the news, but I didn’t really have anyone to call. I could have called my brother, but he was out of town on business and wouldn’t answer the phone. Plus, we weren’t quite at tell-my-brother status, not after just one date.
“So, when are we doing this again?” I asked him, trying to keep from sounding too eager.
“Well, do you know what your schedule looks like?” he asked me.
“Ah, good point,” I told him. “I’m not sure. I’ll have to check when I go in tomorrow afternoon. Can I call you to let you know?” I asked.
“Sure.” A sly grin spread across his face. He pulled out his phone and called me. I had forgotten about giving him my number.
When I went to answer the phone, he hung up and looked at me.
“Now you have my number. Save it,” he said flatly, as if he were giving orders.
“Thank you.” I honestly felt like I couldn’t thank him enough. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone on an actual date with anyone. Once guys started figuring out I was serious about my grades and I wasn’t going to sleep around, they stopped coming around.
“Don’t mention it,” he said.
An awkward silence settled on us. I didn’t know how to end our date. Did I just say goodnight and turn around to head upstairs? Did I give him a hug or a kiss and risk bringing him upstairs and giving in to our desires? I thought about asking him about himself and digging into his story a little bit, but I felt like that topic would be better earlier in the night, maybe on our next date. I still didn’t know his last name or what he did for a living, and he’d been to both my work and my home in just a matter of days. It seemed a little off-balance to me.
“What about the rest of your family?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
“Our grandmother raised us, but she passed away while I was here at the university,” I told him. “Leo is all I’ve really got.” He certainly wanted to know a lot about me, especially for someone who hadn’t told me anything about himself.
“I’m really sorry to hear that, Clementine,” he said, taking my hands in his to pull me into his arms. “What happened to your parents?”
“They passed away when I was younger. There was a terrible accident. Leo moved away right after it happened,” I answered, remembering as much as I could. “No one was really sure what had happened to them. It was just a freak accident,” I explained, unable to keep myself from spilling my guts to him even more. “Leo stayed around long enough to tie up all their loose ends and make sure I was okay to stay with our grandmother.”
“Why didn’t you go with him?” Falcon asked.
“He told me to stay, to finish school, and to join him here in the city once I went off to college. We sort of decided together that I would come to school here so he could help me out if I needed him to.” I asked myself why it was so easy to tell this stranger so much about me. I barely knew him, but something about him was oddly comforting, like I’d known him all my life.
“That sounds like it was a tough time,” he said, stroking my hair and holding my head to his chest. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”
He was so warm and inviting, so tender and comforting. I could have asked him to come upstairs just for more snuggling. I didn’t have to sleep with him. I would have been happy just to lie on the bed in his arms all night. As I breathed into his chest, I caught myself wanting to ask him back up.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’ve been telling you all of this,” I told him, looking up into his green eyes.
“Hey, I asked,” he said, dismissing my worries.
“Yes, I guess you did, but I didn’t have to tell you so much. It’s not your problem. I shouldn’t be troubling you with everything,” I insisted.
“On the contrary,” he said, squeezing me. “I’m glad you told me so much about you today. I feel like I’ve gotten to know you pretty well on our little date.” He laughed. “It’s certainly better than sitting around talking about the weather or our favorite TV shows.”
“True,” I agreed, putting my head back on his chest. “Maybe next time, you can tell me a little more about yourself,” I added.
“We’ll see about that,” Falcon said with a nervous laugh. I didn’t like that laugh too much. It told me that he wasn’t too inclined to tell me anything about him even though he was more than happy to learn about me.
“You better see that I get something out of you. You’re a mystery to me.” I pulled away from him and wrinkled my nose.
“Maybe it’s better that way,” he responded, and I could tell from his voice that he really believed what he was saying.
“You might think so,” I told him, “but when you don’t get another invitation to my apartment, you might change your mind.”
“You like to play dirty, don’t you?” He played along.
“Maybe. Too bad you might not get to see just how dirty I like to get,” I challenged him.
“We’ll see about that,” he said again, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. I could feel all of him pressing against me this time, including the result of all of my teasing, pressing against me through his jeans.
He was so hard I almost felt bad for teasing him so much. I wanted to reach down and stroke it until I helped him release some of that pressure all over my hand. I had never wanted a man the way I wanted Falcon. I had been able to pass all the others by with ease by focusing on my education or my work. Standing out in the parking lot with this experienced man pressing his rock hard manhood against me, all I wanted to do was show him I could please him despite being so inexperienced and sheltered.
“You might want to go inside before you end up doing something you’ll regret in the morning,” he whispered. His voice was heavy with desire, and I knew he was right. If I didn’t go in, and now, I would end up giving myself to him one way or another tonight. But before I could go anywhere, he put a hand around the back of my head and kissed me.
Our lips locked together and his tongue opened my mouth. Our tongues met and ran along each other. The desire that had been growing deep within my warm, wet core blossomed into pleasure that filled my entire body. I took the kiss as a promise that there would be more to come later.
He pulled back, breaking the hold our lips had on each other and looked me in the eyes. “Call me when you’re ready to go out again,” he said as he put on his helmet. He slid onto his bike and fired up the engine. A moment later, he was pulling away, leaving me standing in the parking lot to watch him ride away into the night, back to whatever mysterious place he called home.
I’d never met anyone like Falcon before. No one else intrigued me as much as he did. No one else had made me want them as much as he did. I couldn’t wait to see him again.